A Taste of Slavery Ch. 06

Julia starts getting tested by her Master. This episode contains public sex and nudity, lesbian sex, oral sex, sex toys, some bondage and discipline, as well as the usual. STD's are not a problem in this particular fantasy world. It's possible you might recognize or not; that I've changed Julia's and Scott's last names from Thompson to Rivers. I realized Thompson was being used in another story I'm writing. It appeared twice in Chapter 4. I don't often use them, so it's possible you didn't notice, but if you did, I'm explaining.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 6 - The Next Few Days

SCOTT

Julia's training with Mistress Dark had gone even better than I might have expected. She'd responded well to all aspects of her training. She could deep throat me now, which she'd never been able to accomplish before, and was regularly swallowing, without showing any of the distaste and dislike she normally exhibited. We were both physically exhausted, being up half the night with her training device in, driving her to distraction, and the orgasms today were draining. We took a nap, my slave snuggled up against me.

When we woke, I wanted to play with my slave again, not worry about food, so I ordered a pizza to be delivered. I told Julia she would be answering the door and paying for the pizza, and she would do so dressed as she was now, naked. She shivered when I told her, realizing her slavery would not strictly be conducted in private.

"Give me the money," Julia said, "so I can get rid of whoever quickly."

"No, you misunderstand me, slave. You are to greet them as if you're clothed. Take your time, chat nicely, invite them in while you get the money. You'll walk over to me, calm, cool and collected and I'll give you the cash, then you'll walk back the same, giving the delivery person an eyeful."

"Master!" She exclaimed. "You'd display me naked to the delivery person?"

"I would. Slaves are always slaves. They don't get to choose when their Master dresses them. When he has guests, or conducts business, she will wear what she's wearing. Your usual reading fare shows slaves being humiliated by their naked slavery, forced to display themselves before others. The only dispensations I'm allowing you is the community standards of today. If I took you out naked, we'd likely both be arrested, but you will likely wear as little as the law allows. Inside our own home, anything is allowed."

Julia shivered again. She was nervous now and couldn't stop pacing while we waited for whoever to arrive. Our normal pizza delivery place used male and female drivers almost equally. I wondered whether she hoped a man or a woman would deliver today. Which would it be easier to be naked in front of?

The doorbell rang and Julia looked at me again, panicked like a cornered animal. I nodded to her and she took a deep breath. Her expression changed from one of total panic to one of calm collection and she went to answer the door.

"Hello," I heard her say. "Why don't you come in. I'll get the money for you."

A young man stepped in through the door holding the pizza while Julia closed the door. His eyes were as big as saucers. She sauntered over to me and got the money, smoothly pivoted and returned to him. She handed him the money, telling him to keep the change and collected the pizza. For a few seconds, they had a whispered conversation, then she thanked him and let him out.

The moment she closed the door, she rushed back to me, breathing hard as if she'd held her breath the whole time. She tossed the pizza box on the couch, pulled down my zipper and found my cock hard and waiting. She pulled down my shorts and mounted me and we fucked like minks. She climaxed twice without asking for permission, she was so excited. When I was about to cum, I told her to take me in her mouth. She got down on her knees and my cock disappeared down her throat. In seconds, I swelled and sent a surge of cum into her mouth which she gobbled down eagerly. Sated, I told her to get us drinks and she came back with some colas over ice.

"Well," I asked, "how was it?"

"Master, you couldn't tell from my reaction how excited I was?"

"Actually, I could," I said, handing her a slice of pizza. It had lost much of its warmth. "You orgasmed twice without permission. You were only excused of doing so while Mistress Dark was here. Of course, now, you must be punished."

"I don't care, Master. It was worth it."

"You might not think so without being aroused by the Slave Trainer during your punishment. I saw you whispering together. What were you talking about?"

"He saw the sex slave medallion on the collar around my neck and asked if he should call the police. I told him it was unnecessary, that you were my husband and you were allowing me to live out a fantasy I had for several years by being your slave for a few weeks. He told me I was letting him live one of his own. He said some of the other delivery drivers told him of delivering pizzas to houses with naked people in them. It never happened to him before and he was starting to think the other drivers lied. He couldn't wait to tell the others it happened to him too."

"I imagine we'll be getting great service from now on."

Julia laughed. We ate quite a few slices, both being hungry. I asked her if she wanted her punishment now, after we ate, or altogether tonight before bed.

"I'd prefer them as close to the infraction as possible, Master," she said. "Psychology suggests the more direct the relationship between the behavior and the punishment, the better the memory of it and the more effective the behavior modification. Of course, the opposite is true, the behavior and a reward, which is why the Slave Trainer was so good at making me swallow your cum. I got my reward immediately when I swallowed. It's why it's so easy to become addicted to drugs. The reward is immediate, the consequences are usually far removed from the action."

"Go get your Enforcer. The first 30 will be with my hand, the second with it."

"Yes, Master."

She got up and finding the Enforcer in our bedroom, returned with it.

"I'm not particularly fond of this paddle, Master."

"It's not intended you like it."

"I preferred the whip, even being whipped on my front, over this, sir."

"I'd be willing to consider the whip as an alternative."

"Would they all be to my bottom, Master?"

"Why not."

"Please use the whip then, sir. Do you intend to make use of me after, sir?"

"It's very likely."

"I'm glad. Your slave is still very horny."

"Don't forget to ask permission to cum. I will use the Enforcer if you cum without permission again."

"Yes, Master."

"I want the first thirty over my lap. I love to feel you squirm. Spread your legs for me and keep count."

"Yes, sir."

Julia obediently assumed her position over my lap. I started getting hard again just watching her delicious posterior drape itself over my legs. I had her kiss my hand, the left one, as that's how she was draped. I started smacking her bottom. After ten, I paused, testing her pussy. She moaned; she was wet again. Rather than finger her pussy, I looked at the plug in her bottom. Mistress Dark had played with it earlier while Julia was learning to deep throat. I decided to do the same. I tugged on it, pulling it out to its widest point, then letting the tension of her sphincter draw it back in.

"We will need to put a larger plug in tonight."

"Yes, Master," she moaned.

I did this for several minutes, her whimpers of pleasure growing louder and louder.

"Master, may I cum, please."

Those were good words to hear. It meant that if I were careful and considerate, she might enjoy anal sex when we started having it. I wanted her slave experience to be as enjoyable as I could make it.

"You may cum, slave."

I continued playing with the plug until I heard her moan prettily and I felt more wetness on my leg. I gave her the rest of her spanking, much of it harder than I had before. Her buttocks were nice and red when I finished.

"For someone who used to whine interminably a hangnail, you take your punishments very well."

"I'm not so well used for a hangnail, Master. Perhaps you should have fucked me when I got one to shut me up."

I laughed. "Perhaps. I've already cum several times today, and I still have an erection. Having a naked slave at my beck and call is doing wonderful things for my libido. Up you go, let's put you in the stocks for the whip."

She practically bounced off my lap.

"Are you so eager to be punished, slave?"

"No, sir. I'm eager to have sex. If the punishment comes first, I just have to get through it to get to the sex."

"I don't think I've ever seen you so eager for sex. You've always enjoyed it, but rarely initiated it. To what would you attribute your recent passion?"

Julia stopped for a moment thinking. "You're right, Master, and perhaps it's my fault for not being a better wife for you. Mistress Dark is correct. We tend to become complacent regarding our spouse as marriage progresses, becoming rutted in routine and comfort. You've done much more than I in our marriage; you're more romantic and done more to keep the magic alive than I have. If I were competing with someone else for your affections, I might have lost you. Fortunately for me, you're an honorable man who hasn't sought someone else outside our marriage. If I had been smart, I would have tried to seduce you every day, making sure I kept your interest. Instead, I've sought romance in silly novels. Even this was your idea, to give me a fantasy I've secretly held. I could have suggested it to you if I'd been more concerned for your needs. I apologize, and no matter how this comes out, I wish to promise that I will do a better job of romancing you and keeping you satisfied than I have." She knelt down at my feet. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "Thank you. I shall hold you to your promise. We can put your new furniture in the basement. If you are a less than perfect slut, I shall bring you down there and physically remind you of your promise."

"Yes, Master."

I placed her in the stocks, and secured her feet so her legs were spread wide. Seeing her like that, I delayed her punishment long enough to push into her pussy and fuck her for a few minutes. Long enough for her to request permission to orgasm, though I was still far away from my own.

"Cum for me, slave."

Her cunt tightened around my cock and she gasped through what sounded to be a very nice orgasm. The palpitations of her pussy went on for over a minute. When I pulled out, a few drops of her cream collected on the folds of her pouting pubic lips, looking like they wanted to swallow my shaft again.

"Thank you for my orgasm, Master."

"Mistress Dark was right," I said. "You're ass can move around quite a bit while you're in the stocks. I'd prefer you not to move and get hit somewhere I wasn't trying to hit you. Do you think you can hold still enough while I whip you or should I move you to the cross?"

"Let me stay here and we'll see how I do. If I move around too much, place me elsewhere. I'll do what I can to hold still."

Julia did hold quite still. She moved some, flinching as I struck her harder and harder, but on the whole, the target area remained within two or three inches all the time where I was aiming. I completed twenty-eight and told her I'd like the last two to go across her pussy.

"From beneath me?" She asked.

"Yes, and I won't strike you as hard as I've done your bottom, but it is a sensitive area and I want you to know what I'm doing."

"I'll try to hold still, sir."

As lightly as I could manage and still call it a swat, I swung up between her legs and over her vulva. She whimpered and danced on her toes as much as she could in her position.

"Are you all right?" I asked. "Do you want to say, 'Alpha'?"

"No. I'm good. It stung quite a bit. The shock you know, of being struck there, but on the whole, not as bad as I expected."

"Is it okay if I do the second one, or should we stop now?"

"I can tolerate one more," Julia said.

"I'm going to fuck you afterwards," I said, "if that makes a difference."

"It's what I'm hoping for, actually."

"All right." I swung a second time, no harder than the first. She danced again, no whimper this time. Instead of fucking her right away, I put my mouth on her and began kissing and licking the tender flesh. I was surprised when she asked for permission to cum not thirty seconds into my oral attentions.

I gave her permission and continued to pleasure her until she had a second in addition to the first. Then I pushed into her pussy and pounded her rather hard. She continued to cum multiple times. I lasted longer than she did, but she seemed to enjoy it more. My cock was starting to feel a little raw from all we'd done the last couple days. I wondered if it would be possible to develop calluses on your prick if you used it too much.

I released her from the stocks and after we showered, I changed the anal plug to the next largest size. Still no lube. I'd run to the drug store before going to the next largest size. My slave had to wash the previous one and store it back in the box it came in.

Before we retired, I picked out two outfits for Sunday. One was kind of a short, mid-thigh, black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. Without a bra, it would be very sexy. I'd be happy to take her out to dinner in it. The second one was a white leather mini-skirt with a semi-sheer white blouse. Her breasts wouldn't be as exposed as if she were topless, but her nipples and areolae would be visible through the translucent fabric.

"Good night, my beautiful slave."

"Good night, my wonderful Master."

******

JULIA

Master woke me in the middle of the night to suck his cock. I was able to take all of him. Surprising to me, it was as easy as Mistress Dark made it and I somehow hadn't discovered it on my own. I lovingly suckled him, slowly and gently, rising up his shaft, circling the head with my tongue, searching for the sensitive areas. Lingering when I found them, making him moan in pleasure. Tenderly stroking his cock with my hand as I buried my mouth in his balls and licked and sucked them. I idly wondered if Master would let me shave him so the wiry pubic hairs were replaced by smooth skin.

He did not let me finish him in my mouth, instead, turning me over and spearing between my wide spread legs into my moist cunt, filling me, sharing my bottom with the plug in my rectum. It felt so good. I whimpered in the dark, knowing he was preparing me to fuck me in the ass, that eventually, he would own all of his slave, no part of me inviolate, untouched by his cock. I climaxed first, begging him to let me cum, so ready all the time since my slavery started; wanting, needy.

It hadn't only been the Slave Trainer which brought me to my current state of constant need. When Master suggested this, my libido had gone into overdrive, consumed by the imaginings of my fantasies. That I might be subservient to a strong Master, unable to hide behind the niceties of polite, formal society, but made to surrender myself fully, had driven my fervid imagination for years. The reality was living up to the dream. No polite fake orgasms would satisfy him, he wanted nothing less than my complete and total capitulation to my full sexual self. I was left panting and still he fucked me, sliding in and out while I cried out in pleasure, cumming again. Finally, he released, grunting as he strains to drive his seed as deep as he can, claiming me for himself.

When he finishes, I must clean him, tasting the fruits of our love, our passion. I fall back asleep with my head resting on his thigh, his cock now clean, ready should he need me again.

I get up in the morning, my Master gone from our bed. I stretched, feeling the pleasant soreness of the well fucked. Master was up, reading the newspaper.

"It appears a slave didn't want to wear her most concealing clothes today."

"I can still suck your cock, Master."

He glanced at his watch. "Cock sucking for clothes has to occur first thing in the morning. I'd hardly call 10:25 first thing."

"You could have woken me up, sir."

"Is it the job of the Master to wake the lazy slave to satisfy him, or the duty of the slave to please her Master when he rises."

I wasn't going to get out of this, so I conceded. "The slave should be responsible, sir." I thought a moment. "You did plan to keep a slave naked all day, didn't you?"

"Ah, apparently you forgot my parents are coming over tonight?"

"You called them and told them no more surprise visits." I almost forget, now frantic, "Master."

"It's not a surprise, slave. We've planned this for a month. It's not my fault my slave forgets her own schedule. You made the arrangements."

"Euchre," I said. "We're playing euchre tonight. Master, please, I beg of you, don't make me wear the white outfit today. It's your parents."

"Yes, it is, though I'm sure my father will enjoy seeing you wearing the white today; I'm not sure Mom will appreciate it as much."

I remembered the example he made when we discussed the rules, though then it was my parents. His would be even more humiliating.

"You're not going to spank me and use my mouth in front of your parents are you, Master?" Surely he wouldn't do anything so crude.

"You can always go nude," he suggested.

"Who do I have to fuck to get out of this, sir?"

Master laughed. "I don't see anyone around to fuck, so I don't think it will be quite that easy, slave." He paused. "I tell you what. We're still kind of getting used to the rules and how they affect us. I won't spank you and have you suck my cock in front of them. We'll do it right before they get here. I'll be using the Enforcer, so you may not be able to sit down right away, but, you still wear the white outfit. We'll explain to them what's going on so you don't look like a total slut. We'll have to explain the new furniture anyway. I doubt it will be much of an issue."

"Agreed, sir." I didn't want him to change his mind. This was still going to be embarrassing to do in front of my in-laws, but better than any alternative I'd heard yet.

"I also planned to go out to the drug store later and get some lube. Your butt plugs are getting increasingly larger and a lubricant would help. I intended you to go with me."

So not only his parents, but others would see me if I went out. The mini-skirt was so short, I usually wore white leotards with them or else my pussy could be exposed, and now I couldn't wear underwear or stockings of any kind. If I bent over in the slightest, I'd be flashing people. Fuck! Sitting down and playing cards with his folks. I'd have to be extremely careful not to flash them.

"Sir. We have Vaseline. It may not be as effective as other lubricants, but I'm sure it will do the job."

"You just want to avoid going out, don't you, slave?"

"Yes, Master," I admitted. Crossing my fingers, I thought, please don't make me go out.

"Fine, Vaseline it is. I won't make you go out today."

I breathed a sigh of relief. One catastrophe averted, though the other remained.

Master made us breakfast. Sex slaves were only good for fucking, I guess, or preparing food was the duty of a wife, not a sex slave. He fed me, sitting on his lap. When he got hard, he sat me on his prick and I rode him until his cum filled my cunt. He actually fucked me twice more that day, though I didn't get as much enjoyment from it as I had been, only cumming five times myself. I orgasmed three times when he put me on the bench with my feet up in the air, arms, legs and head secured. Too excited that time to pay attention to the nerves about the upcoming evening, I guess. The other two times I climaxed when he did. He didn't use my mouth at all except to get him hard and to clean up after myself, saving his cum for my secondary outfit.