SCOTTI told Lisa to let them in. I did not have a good feeling about this. They both came in and stood by the door. I asked the slaves to find a seat on the floor and give up the couch to Regina and Ron, but Ron knelt on the floor with the other slaves."How can I help you, Regina?" I asked."I don't think I can do this," Regina said. "I've tried; for three days I tried. I just can't do it.""What is giving you the problem, Regina?" I asked."Ron hasn't gotten a single erection since he got home unless I ordered him to have one," Regina said. "I can be standing in front of him naked and it's like he has a limp noodle. Nothing.""Is that true, Ron?" I asked him."Yes, Master.""Why?""It's the way I was trained, sir. To become erect when told or else not. I was in a cock cage and becoming erect was painful, unless Mistress released me from the cage.""Does he get erect every time you tell him to, Regina?""Yes, of course. But it's not the same. It's like I have no meaning to him as hi
JULIAWhen Master got up the next morning, two slaves eagerly sucked his knob, earning our clothes and competing for the prize of his cum. It was the last time we'd be doing this unless Master changed his mind about keeping Lisa, at least, as his slave. I understood why Master didn't want to keep sharing his wife with others, and I had other reasons to quit my slavery as well, but Lisa could continue to serve as Master's slave. I surprisingly had no problem with it. Two slaves can become very close when serving a single Master. Once we sucked Master, we didn't stay abed afterwards. We needed to say goodbye to Sarah and Ron, even if Master was leaving for work.Sarah was already up as well, her new slave licking her cunt while she sat on the couch. She looked up when we entered the room, but didn't stop. Mistresses are not ashamed of being serviced by their slaves. She had a well fucked look a slave could recognize.Master had toast and peanut butter and coffee for breakfast. We offere
SCOTTI spent a lot of time at work today thinking about my two slaves, soon to be wife and neighbor again. I thought about Ron and Regina and how they no longer seemed compatible. Ron was definitely a slave, but his wife didn't want to be a dominant. She wanted a husband and Ron might never be a husband again. I knew how much Julia and Lisa enjoyed their slavery. To be honest, I'd enjoyed being their Master. But there were parts of her slavery which I'd suffered through. Not so bad I hadn't found some enjoyment in it, but definitely bad enough I didn't want to keep repeating it every day for the rest of whatever. It was something I wanted to let Julia experience, but not to the point of going past the three weeks we'd agreed on for the experience.Lisa was another matter. She wasn't my wife. If she wanted to fuck other men, it was really none of my business, but she could do it without me. She didn't need my approval to fuck. Or did she? Theoretically, she could fuck like a mink, enj
JULIA"What are you reading now?" Scott asked.Scott was my husband of ten years. He had just caught me engaged in one of my guilty pleasures, reading erotic romance novels. More than erotic, steamy really. Scott is tall, surfer boy handsome and fit. He has his own residential construction business and often worked with his men, which meant he was a man's man as well as a woman's. I loved him immensely and was not looking to upgrade. For that matter, he was more romantic than I was, still giving me flowers on special occasions and celebrating Valentine's Week, not Valentine's Day. He helped with the household chores, rubbed my feet or my back if they hurt, and was the best lover I've ever had. Still, I did enjoy my romances. I handed him the book."A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked."A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him.He continued reading
SCOTTI'd always known Julia read romances and I'd even read some of them myself. Though in the past, it was brooding nobles and innocent maidens, seductive rakes and penniless governesses. This was the first time I'd ever heard of reverse harems, multiple men and singular women. That was a bit off the beaten path. And sex slavery, stripped and sold, spanked and tormented. This was not her usual fare as I was aware of it. I wondered what was causing her to migrate to these instead of the ones she used to read. Was there something wrong with our sex life I was blind to? This sounded much rougher than her past reading material.Julia was tall, 5-9, blonde like me, hair to the middle of her back; legs down to there, lovely, soft, C cup breasts with nipples that became hard easily and were very sensitive and a perfect, round, athletic ass you could bounce a quarter off. She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swa
JULIAIt was absurd, wasn't it? What an idea; to voluntarily submit myself to the sexual whims of Scott for three weeks. I started to read again, but I couldn't concentrate on the words in front of me. Three weeks wasn't that long. It would be a chance to experience some of what I'd read about and fantasized about for years. And Scott did love me and wouldn't do anything to harm me. Speaking of pussy melting, I could feel myself become wet as I sat here thinking about it, becoming Scott's sexual plaything for three weeks. I'm sure he'd have me doing things I tended to avoid ordinarily, like swallowing when I gave him a blow job, or anal sex, a thing I'd only done once on our fifth anniversary when I was more than a little drunk. Still it was only three weeks. How bad could it get?God, I had to go into the bedroom and masturbate after twenty minutes, unable to think about anything else. I quickly frigged myself to two orgasms and rather tasty ones at that. There'd have to be some rule
SCOTTAbout a week after I first suggested it, I received a text at work from Julia saying she'd like to discuss what rules I had in mind for her slavery, if she decided to go through with it. I'd already prepared a written list of rules I was considering, drawn up after consulting with the source material in her books.There was one thing I was having a problem with. I knew at least some of her fantasies revolved around multiple men using her. Letting her have sex with other men would be hard. This swirling blackness filled my head every time I tried to imagine her with anyone else, and it wasn't pretty. It was not one of my fantasies to see my beautiful wife having sex with other guys.Let's face it, if she ever had sex with someone outside our marriage under normal circumstances, I'd divorce her in a heartbeat, no matter how much I loved her, and I loved her to the moon and back. I'd always questioned the stories of men who didn't care if their wives slept with other men, and even
JULIAAfter our discussion, Scott took a shower and went to sleep. I lay beside him listening to his relaxed breathing, thinking about Scott's proposed rules. The fact Scott even hinted I might be having sex with someone else shocked hell out of me. When he said it would be my choice, I thought it was some kind of test or trap, trying to determine if I would remain faithful to him. The suggested example he gave me threw me though. Would he really give me a choice between remaining naked in front of my parents and sex with another person? It was a horrid example, and one I hoped would never come true. I really would need to ensure by parents never unexpectedly dropped in.I suppose it was the worst example he could have given me to test the boundaries of what I'd consider to avoid sex with another man, but he must have other examples that would test my willingness to consider sex with someone else, otherwise, why mention it. If it was my choice, I could always choose the other option,