007

JULIA

When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

"Perhaps we could have sex together before you leave," Zoe said to both of us. "We could go to my room now if you were still interested in sex."

"As a slave, I'm always ready for sex. Last Monday was the first time I can remember going to bed not wanting to fuck some more. It would be up to our Master," I told her. "We're not allowed to orgasm without his permission. Does your Mistress impose restrictions on your orgasms?"

"Not when we're not serving her directly," Zoe said. "Since there are so many of us, we must often seek others for sex since Mistress cannot please us all at once. We're allowed to seek pleasure where we wish when we're not directly serving her. What happened on Monday?"

"We had a Memorial Day barbecue. There were six female slaves and one male slave to serve the other guests. In addition to generally waiting on everyone, each of the slaves was fastened to a bondage device for a half hours sexual use. After eating, we played an erotic dice game where we each had to perform sexually related activities with all the guests with three increasingly brazen sets of dice. The only ones who couldn't use us were our own parents...."

"Your parents know you're serving as sex slaves?" One of the girls asked. I hadn't yet learned her name.

"We told them when we invited them to the barbecue," Lisa said, "in case they didn't want to come when we were serving everyone as sex slaves. When we told them, we found out my parents were swingers and Julia's parents had been in an open marriage for ten years. So they participated in the sex games, though not with us."

"Shit! My parents don't even want to accept I'm a lesbian, let alone submissive. They'd try sending me to some christian reprogramming camp if they ever found out all the details of my life here."

"Did Master Scott's parents participate?" Zoe asked. "They always seemed so straight laced to me."

"They did," I replied. "We found out at the beginning of my slavery they'd played at dominance and submission games when they were younger, though never around their kids."

"Dan and Sandy Rivers played at D/s," Zoe said. "I never would have guessed."

"Master was surprised as well. I had Dan spank my naked ass Monday before they left. I could tell he'd done it before. It was the second hardest I'd ever been spanked."

"Zoe, how do you know Dan and Sandy?" Lisa asked.

"I met them a few times when Master Scott and I dated."

"I keep forgetting you dated him. It's so odd you've stayed in touch," Lisa said.

"Scott was a nice man. I was very fond of him. It was only discovering my own sexual orientation that caused us to break it off. I was happy when he found Julia. I could not have wished for him a nicer person. It's so odd to find we're both submissive."

"I believe it was one of my earlier conversations with you which made me consider what it would be like to be sex slave. I started changing my reading material from typical romance novels to slavery stuff which is what Master caught me reading. At first, I was reluctant to do it, thinking I wouldn't really like it, then as our sex got better just thinking about doing it, I became afraid I wouldn't want to stop. That part was true. I didn't want to stop."

"Did anything else happen at this party?" Another girl asked.

"After several of the guests left, the regular weekly poker game occurred. We normally have one every Thursday, but Master moved it to Monday as he didn't want to share us our last day. A slave serves below the table, orally pleasuring the winners of each hand. We'd lost two of the female slaves by that time, so it was four women and a man. I was surprised three of the players allowed the male slave to suck them. With their winnings from the poker game, they could bid on the services of a slave for an hour. The male's wife didn't allow him to participate. She wanted him to watch her fuck other people. She was very unhappy to find him both submissive and gay leaning. Two of us were sold to a single user for roughly an hour, Lisa and I were sold to a pair of users. I was sold to a pair of twins with very thick pricks. The next hour, it was reversed and Lisa and I were sold to a single user and the other two were sold to two users. I can't tell you how many times I was fucked during the day. I lost track."

"What's it like being sold?" One of the girls asked.

"You must understand, we were sold to people we know and have associated with for several years. Lisa was a player the first week of my slavery. She purchased my services for fifteen minutes after the first game. I'm sure being sold to total strangers would be very scary, but being sold to people we knew was very exciting. I was practically cumming when Master sold me. Every time I've been sold, I've been very aroused by the experience."

"I was too," Lisa said.

"I wonder if we could get Mistress to organize a sale," the second girl said. "I should like to experience what it's like being sold."

"Remember," Zoe said, "if it's truly a sale and not some game we're playing; you could be sold to a Master as well as a Mistress. You might end up having to serve a cock instead of a cunt, nor would it necessarily be like Master Sam trying to make you pregnant; no woman to ease your transition to cock. You would have to surrender yourself fully to the male no matter what he wanted."

"Still, the thought of being sold makes me incredibly horny," the girl replied. "As long as it wasn't for more than a night, I'd do it, as long as it was someone nice like Master Sam and not a sadistic bastard."

We chatted for awhile, and I was beginning to wonder when we were leaving. If we didn't want to be on the road at midnight, we should leave. I was surprised when we were called to dinner and we still hadn't left. I followed Zoe to a large dining room. My goodness, the food smelled fantastic. Master pulled me into his lap and directed Lisa to the seat beside us. The food tasted as great as it smelled. I'm sure both Master and I overate and Lisa was no slouch either.

After having cherries jubilee for dessert, Master began stroking my pussy, just as he did at home when he fed me.

"Master," I whispered, my back arching, my pussy seeking his hand, "you're going to make me cum in front of all these people?"

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

I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

After Master made me orgasm, he told me to suck him off while the others watched me. I wanted to prove to the others I deserved to be a slave like they were, and I knelt on the floor at his feet and released his cock from his pants, inhaling his entire length. Within minutes, Lisa joined me in sucking our Master. Soon, others followed our lead. Marcia and Chantelle took turns sucking their Master and Zoe was buried between her Mistress's thighs, nor was Zoe the only one caressing cunts with her tongue. It turned into a sexual free-for-all and the moans and groans of people reaching completion filled the room. Mistress Brianna was particularly vocal, explicitly detailing everything she wanted Zoe to do to her cunt. It was everything I wanted done to my own now the sex had started.

I was the one sucking Master when he climaxed and I swallowed every drop of his cum, though I let Lisa clean him off after so she could get her own taste.

"Do we need to leave soon, Master?" I asked as the sex gradually died down, with many of the participants eventually seeking the comfort of their beds or another location to continue their activities. Only the slaves assigned to clean up the food and dishes remaining except for Sam and his two slaves, and us.

"We've been invited to spend the night," Master replied, "as Sam's guests. We don't have to leave until tomorrow."

"Speaking of spending the night," Sam said, "follow us and we'll show you where you'll be sleeping tonight."

He got up and putting an arm around each of his slaves, made his way out of the house. Master took our hands, and we followed after.

"Will you be fucking Chantelle, Master?" I asked as we walked.

"Would you care if I did, slave?"

"Not if I were present, sir, and could watch you fuck her. When she came over to you and rubbed her nude body all over you, I was so jealous, Master. I thought she was going to go home with you and you were going to leave me for three weeks, and I died a little inside. But if you want to fuck her, I want to watch. Then I can see what you saw when Jerry fucked me."

"Silly slave. I was never going to leave you here for three weeks," Master said. "You're my wife as well as my slave and you carry our child."

"Master, I'm so relieved. Why did you say you would?" I asked.

"I thought what you loved most about your slavery was being able to fuck other people. Sam, Marcia and Brianna didn't think so. Marcia spoke angrily about a Master letting a slave dictate the terms of her slavery. She said I wasn't a Master if I did. She was punished for speaking so without respect. I helped spank her. Sam proposed a test to see if you wanted to stay here and be fucked the way I thought you wanted to be fucked, or if there was something else driving your desire for submission. I don't think Chantelle even knew what was happening except she was told to play along with anything. Do you think anyone here would want to give up her cooking for three weeks?"

I laughed. "Probably not, sir."

"I don't think we talked enough during your slavery. I assumed, incorrectly as it turns out, you were only interested in experiencing sex with others, including multiple partners, perhaps due to your reading material. I should have asked."

"When you first asked me about my reading preferences, I told you the one featuring the single Master was more my speed, sir. You should have listened."

"I took the numbers of books you read featuring reverse harems as an indicator of where your mind was at. I'm sorry."

"Speculation is an enjoyable pastime, Master, but it's only a pastime. That you would give me to others despite your aversion to doing so is an indication to me of how much you love me and wanted me to experience what you thought was my desire."

They led us to the guest house of the estate, the outside matching the main house, but the inside was different, Southwestern with lots of warm colors, reds, yellows, and oranges. It was very inviting. Master Sam invited us to have a seat and offered us drinks.

"I can make us all margaritas if you wish, or I've got wine or just about any hard liquor you'd care to name."

"Margaritas sound good," Master said. "Thank you."

While Sam mixed frozen margaritas, Master told us Marcia was a deputy sheriff. I looked at her with new eyes, surprised a law enforcement officer was serving as a submissive.

"That doesn't seem to be a profession that lended itself to submission, Marcia. I'm shocked you could be a submissive," I said.

She laughed at my amazement. "You're not the only one, especially if you're new to submission. I actually know an FBI agent who was also a submissive. I admit it does present some issues. It's why I can only do this part time. I need to keep my submissive side partitioned from the rest of my life."

"How did you get into it; the slavery, I mean?" Lisa asked.

"My Master was overweight and it was affecting our sex life. I told him he had to lose 20 pounds before I had sex with him again, and if he lost 40, I'd be his sex slave for two days and it would continue monthly as long as he kept the weight off." I looked at Sam and it didn't look like he had an ounce of extra fat on him. Marcia noticed me looking and laughed again. "Great diet plan, wasn't it. I also agreed to give him an additional day for each extra five pounds he lost as 40 was just the start. I thought the incentive would help him lose the pounds. It turns out we both liked it."

"I'm surprised you like it," I said. "It seems completely opposite of what you'd normally do every day of work."

"It's part of the attraction; I'm sure. Instead of my constantly having to be alert and in control, I surrender those to Sam. He's in control. He decides what we do and when we do it. Coming out of a weekend of slavery is like going on vacation for a week. I'm so relaxed when we're done. The sex helps, of course. Nothing like great sex to relax you. It's a great tension reliever."

"I'm interested in how Master Sam acquired a second slave," Lisa said, "as I'm the third wheel in our relationship."

"Ah, interesting story that," Sam said, bringing us our drinks. "Marcia needed to start law enforcement school here in LA after finding employment while I needed to take care of gutting our old house, cleaning it and going to the closing in Florida. Chantelle had become a mutual sexual playmate during a Caribbean cruise. Marcia asked for Brianna's permission to leave Chantelle with me while she was gone so I wouldn't be lonely."

"Foolish woman that I was," Marcia said. "I should have asked for a lesbian playmate instead of leaving a bisexual with Sam."

"Désolé, Mistress, for falling in love with your husband. Je t'aime," Chantelle said, kissing Marcia. It was a warm kiss. If it had caused problems, they weren't evident now. Their kiss broke and Marcia pulled Chantelle against her, idly stroking her breasts.

"They were sleeping together for three weeks or so, along with another bisexual slave," Marcia continued, "though Master didn't add her to his menagerie except to teach her how to properly suck cock. Master, being the charming dog that he is, was lovable enough Chantelle fell in love with him. Enough to realize she was willing to surrender her slavery to Brianna and willing to risk my anger in submitting to my husband instead. Bad enough she fell in love with him, he managed to fall in love with her as well, though he says he still loves me, despite loving this gorgeous creature."

"What Mistress always forgets to say when she tells this story, is that I love her, too," Chantelle said. "She is the yin to Master's yang, making my life complete and in balance." They kissed again. Definitely no issues there.

"Why do you call her Mistress instead of Marcia?" I asked.

"Because she is always my Mistress. I consider her such for sharing her husband with me. Marcia is my safe word. Mistress is what she is." I nodded in understanding.

"How does that work?" Master asked. "Is there any jealousy, any conflict arising as a result of this ménage à trois?"

"More so at the beginning," Marcia replied. "I was initially upset with Chantelle for falling in love with Master and more so with him returning her love. I felt betrayed, certainly. I demanded three days per week where I was exclusive to him, no fucking anyone else. I also demanded to be the number one slave. He could have no slaves more important to him than me, plus Chantelle had to obey my every order as if it came from Master's lips. As I've gotten more comfortable with our situation, I only require one exclusive day to myself. The rest of the time we're together as one. For whatever reason, it works. I think because we all truly love one another."

"Do you consider yourself bisexual," I asked.

"I never used to before Chantelle joined our triumvirate," Marcia replied. "Perhaps I'm more bisexual than I thought I was. If something happened to Sam, I would be devastated, but I would probably seek out another man. I enjoy men and I enjoy my submission to a man. On the other hand, it's hard to imagine my life without Chantelle in it anymore. There's certainly more of an emotional connection than I ever expected to have with a woman. Perhaps it's more I quit resisting an emotional connection. Perhaps it's because you can't avoid caring for those you're so intimate with all the time. Perhaps it's just Chantelle, who's eminently lovable. I quit trying to label it, and simply accept whatever it is. What about yourself? How did you and Lisa end up serving as slaves together?"

"Lisa's been my best friend since we moved next door to them. We exercised together, went shopping together. Her husband divorced her for no earthly reason we could understand. I talked to her constantly about my slavery and how much I was enjoying it. She was the first person who purchased my services when Master sold them. The day after she purchased me, she asked if she could submit to Scott as I was. I thought about it and finally agreed. I figured if Master was willing to share me with others for the sake of my fantasy, he should enjoy the benefits of another female slave to care for him."

"Had you ever experimented with bondage or women before?" Sam asked Lisa.

"No, never."

"What compelled you?"

"I've always liked both Julia and Scott. They got me through my divorce. They're both kind, caring people. I've always admired the way Scott looked after and treated Julia. Julia told me about her experiences and how much she loved her slavery. Then I saw how she responded to her slavery during the poker game, and I thought I wanted my life to be like hers. I didn't want anyone as a Master though. I wanted Scott. I already knew and trusted him; loved him as a close friend if not more. I asked Julia if she'd allow it or I'd never speak of it again. She accepted. Scott wouldn't accept my submission at first. He knew I never fantasized about slavery or read slavery novels as Julia did and he wanted to make sure I truly understood the nature of my slavery and not merely using it as an opportunity to fuck the neighbor. He sent me to a dominatrix for a day to ensure I understood the significance of my slavery before he accepted my submission."

"Do either of you consider yourselves to be bisexual," Marcia asked.

I looked at Lisa. "I don't think so," I replied. "At least not before speaking to you just now. I definitely prefer cocks sexually, but a slave has needs and it really doesn't matter if it's a male or female satisfying those needs, as long as they're met. On the other hand, I've always had an emotional connection to Lisa as my friend. Certainly, sharing our Master and a bed has done nothing to reduce my emotional connection to her. I don't have the same connection to any of the other females I've pleasured, but I definitely have one with her. Listening to you speak about Chantelle, I guess I feel much the same as you do. It's hard to imagine my life anymore without her in it."

Lisa smiled at me and held my hand. "What she said," Lisa added. "I've never felt the emotional and sexual connection to others as much as I have to Scott and Julia. It's stronger than my marriage was."

"Julia, what exactly do you feel about Scott?" Sam asked.

"In addition to being my husband, I consider him my natural Master. He makes me happy in ways I've never been happy before and never expected. Despite his misreading my true desires; the very fact he would attempt to grant me what he thought was my fantasy was very romantic. I know now how truly much he loves me."

"And you understand he does not want to share you with other men again and intends to keep his slave only for himself?" Sam asked.

"I do not need to be shared with anyone else. I'm perfectly content to serve him only. He's my Master and I belong to him, body and soul."

Master took me on his lap and kissed me. I melted into his arms, not caring if anyone saw how much I loved and needed him.

"At least for awhile," Sam said, "you might not want to wear your collar nor be nude in front of others who fucked you. My little slave and I have learned the hard way how difficult it is to avoid sex with other people once you've crossed the line."

"I shall behave in whatever manner my Master deems appropriate," I said. "Who I have sex with will always be up to him and never myself."

"How about your other slave, Scott? She's not your wife. Do you intend to share her with anyone else?" Sam asked.

"Fuck no!" Master exclaimed. "No one else but my other slave."

I saw how quickly Lisa smiled at this piece of news. It seemed Master cared for her more than as another piece of meat he could pass around.

"Does that include other women for both of your slaves?"

Master thought for awhile before answering. "I would consider letting them fuck other women. It's possible. It depends on the circumstances, but there are other slaves who I might consider letting them spend time with; ones they've been with previously, certainly. If I need to send them for further slave training, I might also let them fuck Mistress Dark, the dominatrix who initially trained them."

"Lisa, do you care if your Master chooses to keep you to himself and share you with no one but his other slave or select other women?" Sam asked.

"As long as he's willing to be my Master, I do not care what conditions he chooses to impose on me."

"One last question for both the slaves," Sam said. "What of your Master? Who may he fuck? Be honest. He's not just your Master, Julia, he's your husband."

I looked at Lisa and she shrugged her shoulders. He definitely was my husband in addition to my Master. When I was fucking other people, I'd let him fuck other slaves. We'd both be fucking Lisa now, and he possibly intended to share us with Rose, Slut or Reneé. They were the other slaves we'd been with, plus Gwen, but I didn't expect she'd be serving as a slave anymore.

"During my slavery, Master was able to fuck other slaves. He didn't fuck non-slaves though he had opportunity to. It would be my preference as his wife that continue as is. I would also prefer he not fuck any slave whom Lisa and I are not also fucking, sir. If anyone is good enough for us, they should also be good enough for him. My preferences being stated, I do not demand he limit himself to only those he allows us to fuck. I do not believe I, as a slave, should impose upon the desires of my Master. He may have reasons to do so which might serve to impose lessons or discipline on his two slaves. I trust Master to do what's best for his slaves."

Master hugged and kissed me some more. I wanted to fuck him again; to feel him fill my wet slave pussy or ass and own me.

"Lisa, do you agree with Julia's decision?" Sam asked.

"I am so thankful to be included in Julia's fantasy; I'm willing to abide by whatever they both feel is appropriate for their marriage."

Sam, Marcia and Chantelle looked at each other. It looked like they were reading each other's minds, they were so close.

Chantelle was the one who spoke. "You've decided what limits Monsieur and slave should abide by. If you're truly going to do this thing, the slaves need to consider what limits they should impose on each other. One of you is Scott's wife. Julia, are there any limitations you feel should be imposed on Lisa as a non-wife?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What kind of limitations?"

"You're about to have a child, Julia. I'm assuming Lisa will be part of your household as you raise your children. What part do you see Lisa playing in the child rearing? Will she be allowed to discipline the children as you and your Monsieur do? Will she be looked upon as a second mother or as a beloved servant or aunt, or just another woman who lives in the house, a glorified babysitter?"

All three of us looked at one another.

"Another point of consideration," Marcia said, "is children. As a slave, Lisa will not have opportunities to date, or marry anyone. Does she want children? Are you both okay with her having children? I can't have children for my husband, but Chantelle can. If and when Chantelle has children, they will be considered our children, not hers. These are questions you need to answer for this arrangement to work. Right now, you're only thinking of yourselves, but this is a decision affecting not just yourselves, but your parents and children."

"Do you want children, Lisa?" I asked.

"I wanted them when I was married," she replied. "I assumed it would be in any discussion I had with anyone I seriously looked at as husband material. I haven't thought about it since this began, but yes, I think I would like children."

"You don't have to answer all the questions now," Sam said. "But you do have to think long term. You've already determined you want to keep the arrangement, but that doesn't mean for six months or a year unless you want it to be. It means five years, ten years, fifty years. Are you familiar with William Marston?"

"He's the creator of the comic book 'Wonder Woman' isn't he?" Master asked.

"Yes, he was a psychologist, a Harvard professor," Sam said, "and proponent of what he called the DISC theory of psychology, which placed Dominance and Submission as two parts of his theory. Inducement and Compliance are the others. He believed submission to a loving source was beneficial and should be conformed to, that any form of bondage had erotic underpinnings, and he truly believed bondage should be part of a loving relationship. Whether or not you believe his psychological theories is immaterial. The only reason I mention him is that apparently, he and his wife, Elizabeth, lived in an polyamorous relationship with a former student, Olive Byrne, well before society was even willing to consider such relationships as possible. He died before the age of 54, but his wife and lover lived together for a long time after his death.

"They both had children by him, though they never spoke of their sex life together, so it's unknown if all three shared a bed, or if the two women were lovers after his death, but it's what I mean by long term. They raised their children together, the two women continuing to do so after he died. Answers to these questions are going to form decisions affecting many different aspects of your life from now on, and you need to consider the implications of any choices not just for now, but years from now. It's why you need to think long term. Whatever you decide about children are going to affect you and your slaves for years. Your relationship is not solely about sex. It's about everything you care about."

Master looked at both of us. "It appears we have a great many things to talk about."

"Fertile conversation for our trip back, Master," I said.

"I was definitely thinking in the now, Master," Lisa said. "I never considered the implications of my decision to submit past today, really."

"Do you want to change your mind?" Master asked.

"Not right now, but it is something we need to discuss soon, sir."

"My suggestion to you all," Marcia said, "is to write down everything you hope to enjoy and gain by this relationship with one another. Write down the problems you anticipate. Don't confer with each other, but list what 'you' want. Answer for yourself what you're looking for, next week, next year, five years, ten years, even old fucking age. When you've done that, then meet together, go over your lists, and decide what everyone can live with and live without. Adding a third person to the marriage mix introduces a whole lot more compromises than just two people do. I had to compromise hell out of my life when my Master and Chantelle fell in love. To a certain extent, we all had to compromise. Initially, I demanded three days a week for myself where I was Master's alone. That was a compromise for both Chantelle and Master. I think, to a certain extent, myself and Chantelle both being submissive helped. If we were all dominants, our relationship wouldn't work. Chantelle coming from a submissive relationship to Brianna helped. She was willing to accept some aspects of dominance from me when I'm not in slave mode, or even as head slave. Certainly, caring deeply for one another has been a godsend. It's made us more willing to accept compromise."

"A very wise suggestion," Master said.

"One other item for consideration," Master Sam said. "It doesn't sound as if any of you had a clear understanding of what the others were looking for when you started this or even when it ended. Julia and Lisa were enjoying their slavery, but Scott imagined it was the sex they loved, not their submission. He possibly should have asked, but the slave can tell without being asked. Scott recognized he didn't want to share his wife past three weeks, and apparently, his slaves didn't recognize that was his primary, if not only, objection to remaining their Master. There was a critical lack of communication between all parties. Regardless of what you decide to do about the future, it's not set in concrete. Things change. Goals change. Feelings change. It's important to keep the dialogue open. When something stops working, you have to speak up. Things may require adjustment tomorrow, let alone next year. Don't let your lists be the end all of your conversations. It has to keep working for everyone, or it's not working for anyone."

"I agree, sir," I said. "We failed the communication test badly."

"Maybe not a critical failure if you're playing for three weeks, but if you want to keep this up, it would be," Marcia said.

"Thank you, everyone for your suggestions," Master said. "I think you've been very helpful."

"Marcia, Chantelle," I said. "Would you be offended if I examined your slave jewelry more closely? One of the reasons I wanted to come today was to look at possible jewelry for myself. If I'm to continue as a slave, I'm very interested in slave jewelry."

"Not at all," she replied.

"My beautiful slaves, why don't you put on all of your regalia and give her the full effect," Sam said.

"Of course, Monsieur." "Right away, Master."

Marcia and Chantelle disappeared into their bedroom. Sam made us another drink. In about five minutes, they both returned.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Master said, seeing them first.

I agreed whole heartedly. Both women were so beautiful and their jewelry did everything to complement their beauty. Chantelle had a gold colored metal collar. I could not imagine the whole thing would be gold. From the loop at the front of the necklace, chains went to each of her nipples and fastened to hoops in each one. Miniature gold handcuffs descended from each of her nipples. She had collar matching gold bracelets on each wrist. She had a belly button piercing with miniature gold handcuff's suspended from it. Chantelle had a labial piercing with three dangling medallions which chimed as she walked like a wind chime. There was writing on one I couldn't read from where I was sitting in Master's arms on the couch.

Marcia had a gold slide collar with chains leading to gold bracelets on each wrist. It definitely looked gold. The bracelets on her wrists were called slave bracelets because chains led to a gold rings on her hands on her ring fingers. She had golden bells fastened to hoops on each of her nipples with diamonds on the canons of the bell. She also had a labial piercing with medallions and another gold bell and diamond. The bells chimed as she walked, even more than the tinkling of Chantelle's labia medallions.

"May I look closer, Marcia?" I asked, intrigued.

"I'd like to look closer as well," Master said.

Sam said he had no objection and even Lisa moved closer to the two naked and adorned slaves. I could smell their arousal as we got close. I could see dew glistening on each of their cunts. Slaves are such needy creatures.

"Why the bells, Master Sam?" I asked, fingering the bell depending from Marcia's right nipple.

"The first time Marcia submitted to me was at Christmas. I'd just finished losing my first forty pounds. She didn't have nipple piercings then, but I had fake piercings, bells that fasten with nylon line around the nipple. They rang every time she moved. She told me at the end of her two days of slavery she would probably get wet every time she heard bells chiming from then on, so I had these made."

I looked closer at the jewelry hanging below her pudendum. One of the medallions read, 'Sam's Slave'. I touched it, noticed how it was fastened to a smaller hoop through the outer labia. If anything, she was getting wetter as we observed her. Marcia had mentioned she was an exhibitionist. It was becoming obvious to me.

"I love the piercings, Marcia. Who did them for you?" I commented.

"Brianna, at the BDSM show."

"Could she do these for me here?" I asked. "I would love to wear something identifying me as belonging to my Master.

"She could," Marcia replied. "All kinds of piercings; nipple, clitoral hood, labial, belly button. You name it, they probably pierce it. If you're considering piercings, you might want to speak to Monique and some of the other women who've had children about the effect of piercings on breast feeding and baby delivery. I'm sure they had to remove any vaginal piercings to deliver the babies and the nipple piercings for breast feeding."

"I'm assuming you don't wear these while working as a deputy?" Master asked.

"I remove all signs of slavery when working; going for simple bars or hoops in my nipples and the small hoop in my labia. Not feeling the collar around my neck is usually enough to remind me I'm not in slave mode. Having these things hanging between my legs is a constant reminder of my slavery."

"Is she wet now?" Sam asked. "She touched you, Lisa. Go ahead and feel her up."

Lisa slid her finger through Marcia's slit. Marcia moaned. Lisa's finger came out very wet. "She's a hot slave slut bitch, Master Sam," remembering what Marcia said about her.

"Julia, touch Chantelle's cunt. It should be just as wet. Wearing slave jewelry is usually a prelude to some great fucking."

Recalling Chantelle rubbing her beautiful black naked body against my Master while kissing him, I not only tested her for wetness, I shoved two fingers up her cunt, making her gasp and cum. I kept finger fucking her until her orgasm passed.

"She just climaxed, Master Sam, in case you care about such things."

Sam laughed. "Indeed I do. She should know better. I don't think she was quite prepared for your surprise invasion. Would you like to spank her? She gets fifty for cumming without permission."

"May I, Master," I asked.

"Be my guest," Master said. "You should probably learn to punish disobedient slaves as Lisa has. Remember, if it's not sufficiently rigorous, I will spank you the same number."

I whispered in Chantelle's ear so softly no one else could hear, "I want to spank you for rubbing your spectacular nude body against my Master while kissing him this afternoon."

Chantelle smiled at me and whispered back, "Spank me hard then, because if I get the chance, I'll do it again. Your Master is very handsome."

I laughed. Aloud I said, "Yes, my Master is very handsome and you're welcome to rub yourself against him any time your Master and mine allow it."

Everyone laughed, realizing the nature of our conversation. "Over my knees, please, Chantelle. Lisa, please count for me."

I sat down and Chantelle got over my knees. You could tell she'd done this often. Her bottom was so firm and muscular. I began spanking her while Lisa counted, and I realized my hand might soon hurt as much as her ass did. Goodness, her ass was tight. I was at around thirty when she asked permission to cum.

"Would you allow her to cum, Julia?" Sam asked.

"No, Master Sam. I want her to wait. But I'd like permission from both Masters to make her cum when her spanking is over."

"I have no objection," Sam said.

"I have none either, slave," Master said.

I immediately slowed the pace of my spanking, making Chantelle writhe on my lap, desperate to orgasm.

"Do you need to cum, slave?" I asked her.

"Oui, Mistress," she said, panting. "Please let me cum." Her bottom was arching into my hand.

"I'm no Mistress. I'm a pathetic slave girl like yourself who craves to cum at a Master's touch. I too can orgasm when I'm spanked by my Master. You love being a slave don't you, just like me?"

"Oui," she whimpered. "I love being a slave. I am a slave."

"Your Master is very lucky to have you, a delicious slave such as yourself. You're so fuckable, I want to fuck you myself."

"Fuck me, please. Just let me cum."

"I don't have permission to fuck you. I'm a slave. My orgasms don't belong to me any more than they belong to you."

Lisa's count had reached 49 and I stopped there, Chantelle squirming over my knees, begging to cum. This is what I was. A cum hungry slave begging my Master to orgasm. Not being allowed to climax worse than fifty swats to one's ass.

"Please, Julia," she moaned. "Let me cum."

I took pity on this beautiful slave, so like me. I gave her the final swat and shoved three fingers up her cunt with the order to cum. She sobbed and her pussy contracted, squeezing my fingers so tightly. Master Sam must love fucking her. Her orgasm eventually died and I fed her my fingers, slick with her cum. When she finished I kissed her, tasting her on her lips.

Both men were hard, turned on by my spanking of Chantelle's beautiful ass. Sam's cock was visible as he was naked. He had a nice, large cock, equivalent to Master's. Master's was a large bulge within his pants as he hadn't gotten into the spirit of this place yet and still had on the clothes he wore here. Chantelle was still panting, slowly recovering from her orgasm.

"Thank you, Master Sam," I said. "Your slave is so beautiful and as needy as I am. No wonder you fell in love with her. I think you have two magnificent slaves. Should you ever want to share either of them with my Master, I would love watching him fuck them."

"I'm as reluctant to share slaves as your Master is, slave. You did that quite well. Are you sure you're not a dominant, or at least a switch?" Sam asked.

"Quite sure, Master Sam. But I do understand slave psychology. There is no one more slave than I am, but knowing myself, I understand other slaves as well. When a friend of ours wanted to learn to be a Mistress, Mistress Dark took her for two days. The first day she had to spend as a slave. It wasn't until the second day she learned about being a dominant. I think she was wise to do so."

"I met someone like you at the BDSM convention I attended in Las Vegas with Marcia. A slave girl that won a contest making Marcia cum. Do you remember, Marcia?"

"Very much, Master. I'm unlikely to ever forget Alicia."

"What was so special about Alicia?" Master asked.

"Like your slave with Chantelle just now, she knew how to engage the brain in the sex act. It's no longer just physical sensations, it's how you experience them in your head and what you think about the physical sensations. Very potent stuff. I don't know about you, but I'd like to retire now," Sam said. "I desperately need to fuck my slaves."

I was not surprised, Sam's cock was rigidly hard, and leaking precum. Master was hard too. I wanted to feel him in me.

"This slave would very much love to be fucked, Master," I said. "Master Sam has the right idea. I think bed is a wonderful idea. Come on, Lisa. Let's see if we can get Master to cum more than he did this afternoon."

"Chantelle," Master Sam said, "please show our guests to their room. Return quickly so you can pleasure your Mistress while I fuck her."

"Oui, Monsieur," she replied.

Chantelle brought us to our room.

"Monsieur has two master suites and two master baths. I know you weren't prepared to spend the night, but we have some items for our guests to use. They're in this closet." She opened the door showing us small personal sized items of bathroom items. "Please use anything you require. I look forward to spending more time with you tomorrow. Bonne nuit, Monsieur Scott, Julia and Lisa."

I kissed her again, and she kissed me, thanking me for her orgasm. Chantelle left and we looked around. It was a full sized bedroom suite, approximately the same size as our bedroom. The bathroom was also large. Lisa and I got into the shower while Master undressed. We grabbed toothbrushes and a small tube of toothpaste from the closet and brushed while Master showered. Lisa and I climbed into bed, kissing and petting one another, waiting for Master to join us.

Master came to bed, slightly damp and sweet smelling. Lisa attacked his cock and I sucked his balls until Master chose to fuck Lisa. I watched my Master fuck my friend, his cock sliding back and forth in her steamy cunt. Lisa climaxed three times before Master's cock flexed multiple times, accompanied by his impassioned groans, spewing his essence deep in her cunt. Lisa mewled as she felt him pulse inside her. He pulled out, his cock shrinking.

I shoved his cock in my mouth, not only cleaning him off, but striving for another erection. After all, I wanted to be fucked too. I was once again a needy slave, collared by my true Master. Content in my slavery, but craving my Master own me and make me his once more. Master did not disappoint. I was able to get him hard and while I sucked his cum out of Lisa, he pounded my pussy to four orgasms. Sometimes waiting was its own reward.