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SCOTT

I didn't quite understand what Sam intended doing. The fact Zoe trusted him did mean something to me, so I was willing to consider playing along until I found out what he was doing. Calling my wife and friend to me, I asked them if they were willing to accept my collar again. Lisa jumped right in. Julia was more hesitant and questioned me, not understanding why I'd change my mind in the space of a day. I found an answer she was willing to accept. She knelt at my feet again, as did Lisa. My heart leapt when they both knelt, yet I couldn't foresee changing my mind. I put collars around both their necks, then I gave her to Sam as he'd requested.

Both were startled at the sudden change, their eyes growing wide. As their Master, I was entitled to do so and they'd just agreed to their submission. Julia was the more panicked of the two, immediately pointing out she couldn't stay. Sam had an immediate answer. She would make it to her doctor's appointment and he'd still have time to fuck her. Then she said she didn't want to leave me alone. Sam had an answer for that as well, saying he was sending Chantelle back home with me in trade for their services. Chantelle played along and rubbed her naked body against me, kissing me. I saw a flash of fire in Julia's eyes as she saw Chantelle offer herself to me. Even Zoe agreed Sam knew how to please them. I told them both to face their new temporary Master. Reluctantly it seemed, they turned to face Sam, now kneeling to him. I felt weak kneed and my heart pounded as I thought of her actually spending three weeks with him. Chantelle was almost propping me up.

"Shhh," she whispered. "Monsieur knows what he's doing." I sure hoped so.

Sam could see their obvious disappointment to be staying here. He asked why they were unhappy, that he would see to it they were well pleasured and would have nothing to worry about. He knew they enjoyed serving multiple partners and he'd happily provide all the fucking they could desire, from male to female. No hole would be left untouched, and often all of them together would be used.

He had them display for him, had Zoe and Marcia test their wetness, their slave heat. They were both wet, already falling into their slavery, ready to fuck. He told them he would ensure every fantasy they had for being used would be fulfilled, all without me having to watch it happen.

Julia said some things which made my heart sing. None of it would mean anything if I weren't with her. She'd rather surrender her slavery than continue without me. Sam didn't leave it there. He asked why she wanted me to witness her body being used by other people, especially since it was the problem I had with her continued slavery. She said she didn't want me to witness her having sex with other people. She'd participated as it was the gift I offered her to satisfy her fantasy. Yes, she enjoyed it, but because it was from me, not because it involved other people. It was the gift from her Master that mattered, not the sex with others. She admitted she'd cum as a slave if she stayed, but it would be nothing to her if I weren't there with her.

Sam asked the same types of questions of Lisa. She didn't want to stay either. She didn't know them or trust them. She loved and trusted us. Being a slave without us wasn't what she wanted.

I'd had it all wrong. I thought Julia wanted sex with other people because it was part of her fantasy. She wanted sex with other people because I gave her to them. Satisfying me was what she craved, not sex with others. The icing on the cake was when she told Sam I could bring Chantelle home and fuck her all I wanted, as long as she was with me.

Julia was happy in her slavery, not because it allowed her to fuck other people, she was happy because I was her Master. Lisa was willing to take a chance on staying because I ordered it, but she didn't want to stay either, no matter what was offered.

Sam said the trade was off. My slaves didn't care about fucking multiple partners, all they cared about was me. All they cared about was their Master.

I removed Marcia's collar from around Julia's neck and handed back to Sam who replaced it on his own beautiful slave.

"Does this mean I'm not your slave again, Master?" Julia asked, starting to choke up.

"No. It means we have to put yours back on when we get home. You will stay naked for the rest of your time here. Slaves don't get clothes." I kissed her neck and she turned, plastering herself against me.

"Fuck me, Master," Julia said.

I looked around at all the people watching. I didn't want an audience when I fucked my slaves.

Sam told me I better heed her. "I'd listen to her, Scott. Who knows what a needy slave slut will do when she needs to cum. She could end up fucking anyone."

Julia whispered to me, "No one but you, Master. No one but you and Lisa."

Shit! I wanted to fuck them both in the worst way.

"Does anyone have a bed which will hold one Master and two randy slave sluts?" I asked.

Brianna offered me her bed saying slaves should clean up after themselves. I was barely listening. I had hold of my slaves hands and was following Zoe who was leading us. I didn't want to let go of either hand. I was already hard. I'd been getting hard since Chantelle rubbed her nude body against me. Listening to my two slaves had finished the job. Zoe opened the door to her Mistress's bedroom. Crap, it was the largest bed I'd ever seen. I removed my clothes with my slaves help. Julia was sucking my cock before my shorts were below my knees. Lisa was licking my balls. I fell into the bed dragging them both with me.

I don't think Brianna had to worry about her bed. I doubt a single drop of cum was spilled anywhere but a hungry mouth. It might have gotten a little sweaty, however.

We reemerged three hours later. My slaves were immediately swamped by Zoe and several other slaves.

"How romantic," Zoe said. "Your Master couldn't even wait to fuck you. Does he know what he's doing? Did you cum? You have to tell us."

They dragged my two slaves into the water again, excitedly chattering. Sam, Marcia and Brianna were watching over the twins, asleep in the shade.

"Catch," Sam said, tossing me an ice cold bottle of water. I caught it and he said, "You need to rehydrate."

"Thanks, I probably do." I said to Brianna. "No one has to sleep in any wet spots tonight."

Brianna laughed merrily. "Thank you, Scott. I appreciate it. How did you like the bed?"

"It's huge. You could sleep six people on it."

"And often have. I have a lot of slaves I have to keep happy. It's an Alaskan King."

"We should probably leave soon. It's a fairly long drive back to Fresno."

"Nonsense," Sam said. "Stay for supper. Chantelle is making herb crusted prime rib with béarnaise sauce, new potatoes, glazed carrots and cherries jubilee. Eat, then spend the night. We have a spare bedroom you can use. You can leave tomorrow at a decent hour. Since all of your dominance and submission experience came from sex slavery novels, we thought it might be helpful to speak to you regarding the subject from a non reverse harem point of view."

"The meal sounds delicious," I said. "I can't say I would mind any advice you have either."

"Delicious doesn't even begin to describe it, Master," Marcia said.

"How is it you all don't weigh 300 pounds?" I asked.

"We mostly only eat such foods when we have company," Brianna said. "The rest of the time we tend to eat lighter fare like the lunch you skipped today."

"And lots of sex," Sam said. "It was my diet plan, which is a whole other story."

"Are you sure it won't be any trouble?" I asked.

"Any friend of Zoe's is our friend too, Master. I'm sure my Master would love to have another male to talk to. He wasn't kidding when he welcomed more testosterone this morning."

"Thank you."

"We understand how you might have gotten into your situation," Sam said, "since you were operating from a different set of rules than most dominants and submissives, but it's been our experience that once a barrier is broken, it's sometimes difficult to close the door again. Who were the other men your wife had sex with? I ask because if you don't want your wife having sex with other men, they're going to be the problem."

"A food delivery driver," I said. "Lisa's father, the impotent husband of a slave we had briefly, and five of my poker buddies, though one of them is probably more gay than not, and a submissive and he's currently on the Pacific Crest Trail hiking for several months with a brand new girl dominant."

"I doubt if you'll have problems with the delivery driver," Sam said. "Don't order food from there any more. The gay submissive shouldn't be a problem either. Just tell him to stay the fuck away. The impotent guy; if he's impotent, how did he fuck your slave and how often would you see him?"

"He used a strap-on, and I doubt we'll see him again. His wife was serving as a slave due to his impotence, but he realized he might be able to pleasure her himself if he's willing to consider alternative ways of having sex."

"Is Lisa's father going to be an issue for you?"

"I don't think so. I hope not."

"How the hell did he get involved anyway?" Brianna asked.

"A wild Memorial Day party. The slaves served anyone who was there except their children."

"Well, assuming Lisa's Dad won't be an issue, that leaves the poker buddies. Marcia and I have discovered once you start having sex with other people, it may be harder to shut them off, especially if you're close."

"You seem to have quite a few children running around. How many people are you having sex with?" I asked.

"Regularly, two, my slaves only. It's possible for me to have sex with Brianna and Monique on a regular basis, though because they're both committed lesbians, it usually doesn't happen unless Marcia or possibly Chantelle is with me. They're more into Marcia than they are me. To avoid further entangling our lives, Marcia doesn't have sex with anyone else other than those three while a non-slave, and we never have sex as a couple with anyone other than those three people. If one of the women desires to have children, we've agreed I could sire them if that's what they wished, but only me and a woman other than Marcia and only during their fertile cycle. There's another couple, but they live in New York, so it would never be a regular thing. Unfortunately, having sex with people creates a certain level of intimacy that's hard to shake off, which is why we've now got so many rules restricting when and where and why. My question is what are you going to do to avoid your slave from having sex with people she's now had sex with?"

"They all knew she was doing this for only three weeks," I replied.

"But now she's your slave again, Master Scott," Marcia said, "and I assume she'll remain so on a permanent basis from now on. If she's dressed like and acting like a slave, people might continue treating her like a slave."

"You're not a full time slave," I said. "How does that work."

Marcia laughed and held her Master's hand. "I give my Master a certain number of days of slavery per month based upon his keeping weight off. He used to be a bit of a porker. I promised him two days of slavery for losing forty pounds and an additional day for each additional five. He's up to nine days a month, which is served on my off days or vacation days. The rest of the time, I'm just his wife. It's hard to keep things straight sometimes, but I have to because of my job. Mostly, it's my slave gear. If I'm wearing it, I'm a slave, if I'm not, don't fuck with me like I am. I'd like to say nudity could help determine, but we're pretty much naked all the time here."

"How did Sam end up with another slave," I asked, "especially since you're his wife?"

"That's a bit of a longer story that we'll share with you tonight, Master," Marcia said, "but you've got two, so you must have some idea how it could happen."

"Lisa asked Julia and she agreed, I think mostly because I was allowing her to fuck other people."

"That's where her slavery didn't really compute with us," Sam said, "because if you're truly a dominant, you don't let your slave fuck anyone else unless you want them to. Though I can see how it might have happened given the source material you were working from."

"I was looking at the whole thing as a gift for her; a way to experience her fantasies. I was somewhat prepared for what would happen. I allowed it to happen, even forced it in some ways, but it was why I limited it to three weeks. I couldn't see it going longer due to the extracurricular fucking."

"Which is why you felt you made a mistake, because Julia loved her slavery so much?" Sam asked.

"Yes, and I was sure it was because she got to fuck all these other people. I was so relieved that's not a part of it."

"Not exclusively, Master," Marcia said. "Submission is its own reward, but sex is a part of it. Best sex of my life occurred after my slavery, and I've got some exhibitionist in me, so having sex in front of others adds an extra special thrill for me, and I can't say I didn't love getting double or triple penetrated. With very few exceptions, most of that occurs with other females and my Master and not multiple men. Master was cheated on by his first wife and doesn't like to share me with men. Part of the reason is I am primarily heterosexual and can experience emotional attachments to men. I can't with women, which is why he doesn't care about my having sex with them."

"Plus, watching two women have sex is incredibly erotic," Sam said. "Twice the female body parts. Additionally, when Marcia's in slave mode, I can't keep up with her. She could have sex all day long, so it helps to have a woman or two or some toys to keep her engaged."

"Another argument in favor of lesbianism," Brianna said.

"Not if you like cock, Mistress," Marcia said.

"I'm not crazy about seeing Julia with other men either, now I've experienced it. Like you, women don't bother me. It's more of a turn on."

"Are your poker buddies somewhat trustworthy?" Sam asked.

"I've known a couple since high school, one for most of ten years, the other for five. I like steady, honest people of integrity. I believe they're all trustworthy. The guy I'm selling half my company to is one of them. I think he'll soon have his own sex slave."

"Still, naked sex slaves are pretty tempting," Sam said. "At least at the beginning, you might want to remove collars and cuffs from your sex slaves and dress them while the others are around. As they get used to the idea their fuck holes aren't part of the deal anymore, you can consider dressing them more provocatively and putting their collars back on when they're around. It's always harder to say no once you've said yes. People have expectations about sex once they've had it with you. Hell, I even had sex with my ex a couple times, and I had long since stopped caring for her. Before I met you, slave," Sam assured Marcia when she started to react. "You know about anyone else I've ever had sex with."

She smiled up at him.

"One of the advantages of having a wife and slave who can pound you into the ground like a tent stake. It makes it much easier to resist temptation," Sam said, laughing.

"Don't you forget it, Master," Marcia said, kissing his hand.

"I never forget it, little slave, even if you weren't the most spectacular woman in the known universe."

"Amen," Brianna said.

"Why aren't you a model, Marcia?" I asked. "You're certainly gorgeous enough to be one."

"No interest in it, Master Scott."

"My slave has a warped and poor sense of her own beauty," Sam said. "She doesn't think she looks as magnificent as everyone else does. I can't say I'm unhappy about it, though. Having men panting after her and hounding her would make me uncomfortable. A deputies uniform hides a lot when she's wearing body armor. I can show you some pictures of her one modeling gig. I still get an erection every time I look at them. They were for a local charity and since it was a National Nude Day event with a lot of nudity, it didn't get a lot of photo coverage."

"Why only the one?"

"I did it before it was determined we'd be moving here and I'd seek employment with local law enforcement. When we moved out here, Master Scott, and with the coverage most models get, I couldn't risk my future employers finding out about my activities. Anything done in a public setting would be a violation of my slave agreement, although sometimes my Master thinks it's amusing to make me cum in public and I'm forced to hide my reactions to my pleasure."

"I enjoy the same thing," I said. "Watching my slaves try to remain calm when they're squirming inside is fun. What made you decide your husband could sire children with others?"

"Brianna was the first to ask, Master. I am unable to give my husband a child. I had to have a hysterectomy due to severe endometriosis. We'd met and kept contact with one another. She was reaching an age where she felt it was important to have a child or give up the idea. She didn't want to do so in a clinical setting if the alternative was available. She approached me about Sam prior to my modeling gig here. She agreed to let Sam be a part of the children's lives as a father, as well as take full financial responsibility. Given it was the only way for him to have children, I agreed. The others are more of a challenge to me as a wife."

"Our beloved slave, Marcia, is much too modest again," Brianna said. "The one disadvantage of lesbianism is the inability to have children without finding a sperm donor. When you do, the sperm is usually inserted in a clinical setting without love or emotion being involved. Sam is one of the few men we've met who doesn't feel threatened that women would want to have sex only with other women. He doesn't feel compelled to change our sexual orientation. When one of us decides we want children, he welcomes the participation of other women. It is not uncommon for me to be present, or some other slave who the child desiring slave loves or at least, is comfortable with. When procreation occurs, it is with the loved and cherished one present, participating in the act. The children are born out of an act of love, not a laboratory. Marcia realizes this and graciously consents to the use of her husband for this purpose and reason. It's a very generous act on her part. This is the reason so many of us love her and why we're comfortable with them living here. Sam isn't trying to convert us nor to have sex with anyone unless we wish it for this purpose. It's a good arrangement for everyone but Marcia, but she tolerates it out of love for her husband and her friendship with us."

"You take full financial responsibility for all the children?" I asked.

"They're the children of my slaves, so yes. I consider them mine, although Sam is providing the sperm. The only ones Sam will be responsible for are any he has with his other slave, Chantelle, since she is his and a slave whom he stole from me."

"He stole her from you?"

"Well, as much as stole her from me. He made her fall in love with him and his cock. She was one of the few bisexuals that belonged to me. It's my own fault for allowing them to be together. I knew how enchanting his dick was when he impregnated me. Now she has the best of both worlds, Sam's cock and Marcia's sweet cunt, so I lost her to them."

"Hardly lost, Brianna," Sam said. "You still have sex with her and she still feeds you all, still models your jewelry. You've hardly lost anything."

"I lost her subservience to me," Brianna reminded Sam.

"You've got plenty of other slaves, including the one you got in replacement."

"True."

"How does that work anyway?" I asked. "Are they your employees? Do they work for free?"

"Not really," Brianna said. "I have to pay taxes on their supposed wages. I provide both room and board and an amount of money each month goes into an account which Sam manages for me. If someone wants to leave my service, they receive a proportionate share of this money based upon their years of service. For someone like Monique or Adele who have been with me since the beginning, they would leave as multi-millionaires. Newer slaves like Dawn, who is the newest, might leave with tens of thousands. They don't need many clothes. We have transportation available should anyone require it. It works out well for everyone."

"Interesting," I said. "My two slaves were considering starting a BDSM furniture business based upon my designs. Perhaps I should do much the same in terms of handling the money."

"You design BDSM pieces?" Brianna asked.

"One, I built for myself with Julia's and Lisa's help. They built another for possible sale through a dominatrix trainer and toy seller. Do you have any here?"

"I used to have a fairly well furnished dungeon, but with the advent of children, felt we shouldn't keep it out in the open. Children should develop their own ideas about submission and dominance and not have it thrust upon them. The area is now divided up and used as a place to exercise and a kids play room. It would be nice if something looked like one thing, but had a different purpose entirely. We'll sometimes use the chin up bar as a suspension point, but other than that, it's usually over a knee."

"I didn't think of the effect on children. I can see your point. I don't necessarily want my child knowing what's going on in the basement either. I might want to sell the other one I have and consider children friendly alternatives. The one I have is pretty obvious. It incorporates stocks, suspension points, punishment benches, and St. Andrews cross. It comes apart fairly easily, but it's obvious what it is when put together."

"Can you send me a picture of it," Sam said. "I'd like to take a look. Give me your phone number and I'll send you my contact information."

I did so and received a quick response. I added Sam to my address book.

Chantelle came out and addressed us. "Masters, Mistress, dinner is served."

Everyone followed her inside. There was a large dining area, but not everyone could be seated at once, so some of the slaves filled their plates with food and went to their rooms or back outside or anywhere else they could find a seat. I had Julia sit in my lap. Lisa got a chair. Both Marcia and Chantelle knelt beside their Master and he fed them both. It was interesting to see how similarly we treated our slaves, since I'd never been around anyone else except for Mistress Dark. Brianna didn't feed anyone. They all ate on their own.

The food was exceptional. I'd never eaten anything this good outside a restaurant. Chantelle really was a marvel inside the kitchen. If she fucked as good as she cooked, Sam was an extremely lucky man and he said Chantelle was only the second best cock sucker he knew, saying only his wife was better.

After the dessert had been served and eaten, I began playing with Julia's pussy, intending to bring her to orgasm.

"Master," she whispered, arching into my hand, "you're going to make me cum in front of all these people?"

"Of course I am," I said. "Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time."