A Taste of Slavery Ch. 06

The closer it got to their arrival, the more nervous I became. Master ordered Chinese food for supper and I had to pay the delivery man naked like I had the pizza delivery. Another restaurant which would deliver promptly in the future, I'm sure, yet I barely noticed him except for the goggle eyed stares. When we ate, I could hardly taste my food.

It was a half hour before his parents were due to arrive before Master let me satisfy him and earn my clothes. He started with my spanking, using the Enforcer and turning my bottom red. I knew it would hurt to sit down for awhile; not good if you were playing cards. It seemed to take him forever to give me the spanking and I was nervous I could finish him before his parents arrived. I desperately sucked him, using every talent, trick and skill I'd learned over the past couple days to bring him off. I could see the lights of his parents car pull into our driveway before I felt him flood my mouth with his cum.

As soon as his cock stopped pulsing, I ran into the bedroom to put on my dearly won clothes. I heard them knocking as I wiggled into my mini skirt. I tossed on my blouse and looked at the outline of my breasts, my nipples hard and poking out, my areolae dark and showing through the material. I wiped a bit of cum off the corner of my mouth, brushed my hair where Master had mussed it holding my head and went out to greet my in-laws. As I came out of the bedroom, I was tugging down my skirt to make sure it covered any naked bits.

"I'm sorry for Julia's appearance," Master said. "When I spoke to you the other night, I mentioned we were playing around a bit with some of Julia's fantasies. Julia has a fondness for a certain type of book. She likes books where the heroines are sex slaves. In order to test the reality of such an existence, Julia has agreed to be my sex slave for three weeks. Normally, her attire would not be so immodest, but she was required to do something this morning, which she failed to do, hence her dress. It would have covered more if she'd been obedient."

"Well," Scott's father, Dan, said, "I can't say I'm disappointed with her failure." I looked down in shame.

Sandra, Scott's mother, slapped his arm. "Daniel, you're speaking about our son's wife. For God's sake, have a little decency."

"She looks pretty decent to me. If Scott didn't want her dressed like this, she wouldn't be dressed like this. Isn't that right son?"

"Well," my Master said, "if one is going to play the part of a sex slave, they should look the part, shouldn't they? Slave, why don't you pour drinks for our guests. Dad, a Manhattan for you?"

"Every time."

"Martini for you, Mother?" Master asked.

"Please, dear. Thank you."

"Whiskey Sour for me, slave," Master said. "Fix yourself whatever you want."

I looked at the counters and Master hadn't taken any of the liquor down. Which meant I would have to reach into a cupboard for the liquor, which also meant my dress would rise up my ass when I reached up for the booze. Master smiled at me.

"Dad, why don't you help me set up the card table and we'll get started as soon as we get our drinks?"

At least his father wouldn't see my naked ass. As soon as they were gone, I reached for the liquor and the glasses, tugging my dress back down after I did. I started making the drinks.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Sandra asked.

"Fine, Mistress."

"Oh, honey; you don't have to call me Mistress."

"You're not a slave, Mistress, which means you're free, which means I would be punished if I don't treat you with the respect owed to a free woman."

"Well, free today, anyway. Not always."

I suddenly stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She smiled at me.

"You don't think you and Scott are the only ones who play these games, do you? Though with Dan and I, it's seldom longer than a day. Although, I do remember one weekend with particular fondness. We're older now and it's harder to play when you get wrinkles. We had some real good times though."

"Mrs. Rivers!"

"Don't be so shocked. We weren't always old. How do you think we stayed married so long? Had to throw a little fun and games into the mix. The question is; are you having fun? One should always have fun doing this kind of stuff. You know, how's the sex?"

"The sex has been very good, Mistress. Spectacular, really. It started even before the slavery began. Just thinking about it made me jump Master's bones every chance I got."

"There is something about surrendering one's will, isn't there? When you know you don't have to be a good girl anymore and can be as bad and sexy as you want?"

"Does Master know?"

"Scott? I don't think so, unless Dan's telling him now like I'm telling you. We didn't make a point of broadcasting it about." She touched my collar. "You're going all out. Three whole weeks. Do you think you'll be able to walk upright when you're done?"

"I'm hoping I'll be walking bow legged, Mistress."

"That a girl. Have some fun. You make a lovely slave, by the way. Scott's lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Master's voice called from the living room. "We're waiting for those drinks out here, slave. What's the hold up?"

"She's being polite and courteous to an old woman, son," Sandra shouted back. "Behave yourself. You're not too big to take over my knee."

"She's got you there, son," Dan said. "I wouldn't mess with her."

Sandra helped me finish mixing the drinks and carry them out. I brought Master's and Dan's drinks; Sandra brought hers and mine.

"Master," handing Dan his Manhattan. He patted me on the rump. "Good girl."

I handed Master his whiskey sour. "Master, your drink."

Sandra took a seat. Master asked. "Would you like to sit down, slave?"

"I'd prefer to stand for awhile, Master. I'm sure I'll be much more comfortable."

"Good spanking, was it?" Dan said laughing.

"Yes, Master Dan. Plus Master Scott does not allow his slave undergarments and this dress is rather short. I'd prefer not to give my in-laws pussy shots," I said, red faced.

"Scott's a smart boy," Dan said, still chuckling. "Never let a slave have her dignity. Keep 'em naked and available's what I always said."

"You didn't say it to me," Master said. "Seems like one of those things fathers and sons should have talks about."

"Nope. Didn't want you kids thinking you could treat your Mom like property. You needed to treat her like a lady. I was the only one who could look at her that way. Husband and wife games, son. You kids have no part in it. Young lady," he said to me. "Do you have to obey me as you do my son?"

Why was he asking me this question? Would I have to serve him like I did Master? I looked at Master and he shook his head, yes.

"I believe I do, Master Dan, unless he were to give me an order countermanding one you gave me."

"As much as I love a pretty pussy, I don't think you should give me pussy shots. I order you to find a big towel or blanket and put it over your legs while we play. Your modesty will be preserved and my wife won't have to take a 2x4 to my head when we get home. Go on now. We've wasted enough time dilly dallying. Time to play euchre."

Sandra blew him a kiss. Thank heavens. I'd learned two things tonight that surprised me. Dan and Sandra played the same games we were playing, and Dan was a wonderful gentleman. This evening was going to be much easier on me than I expected when I found out they were coming over. I quickly found a big bath towel and wrapped it around my waist. My torso still provided a fairly good display, but once my bottom was covered, sitting down was not a problem, despite the spanking.

We had a wonderful evening, playing cards until 11:30, switching partners every six games. Sandra won. After we'd quit cards, Master showed Dan and Sandra our bondage furniture. As he talked about it, I got the familiar tingles from imagining myself bound and helpless. Sandra noticed.

"It still gives me a little shot of adrenaline," Sandra whispered. "Wish I was a bit younger."

To the two men, she said, "Come on, Dan. Let's give these two love birds a little space. I think the slave is getting antsy."

Sandra hugged me and reminded me to have a good time. Dan hugged me and whispered, "Loved the show, sweetheart. Scott's a lucky man."

"Thank you, Master Dan. I'm a lucky slave."

Almost as soon as they were out the door, I had my clothes off and was attacking my Master. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. After replacing my butt plug with the next largest size, he pushed his cock in my cunt. I was filled like never before and I climaxed early and often as he fucked me. He went into my mouth to cum and I anxiously swallowed every drop of his delicious cum. I was becoming the perfect white silk slave.

******

SCOTT

Julia didn't make the same mistake today she made yesterday. She knew we were going out today. As soon as I stirred, she was sucking my cock. As Mistress Dark taught her to do, it was a beautiful seduction of my prick, teasing, yet wholly satisfying. She was moaning in pleasure as my sperm flooded her mouth. Quite the welcome change from when she grimaced in distaste if any went in her mouth previously.

I couldn't believe the amazing sex we were having and how often. I wasn't an eighteen year old anymore, but was cumming frequently, six or seven times a day. Having a naked slave girl at your beck and call twenty-four hours a day was a visual viagra. I wondered how many times I could have cum as a teenager under the same circumstances.

We were going shopping for clothes, to finally get some lube, and later out to dinner. Julia had earned the right to wear the black cocktail type dress she could have worn yesterday had she been prompt in her morning attentions. I didn't expect her to wear it all day long as I was looking for other clothes she could wear. I removed her cuffs and collar so she could shower with me, but after drying off, I only replaced the collar, removing the medallion. There was no need to announce to the whole world she was a sex slave, though I thought some might realized she was. I also replaced the butt plug I'd put in her last night with the vibrating one I'd purchased. I didn't test it now. I was thinking later in the day while shopping or eating would be more fun.

After lunch, I said, "Before we go out, slave, you should know you're going to be faced with another choice. Tonight, during supper, you will wear the Slave Trainer again. You won't be allowed any orgasms during that time unless you choose to do the following. I want you to seduce one of the sales clerks who helps you with your clothes today. If you manage to lick someone's cunt, you may earn two orgasms during supper in the usual fashion. If you also manage to get them to lick yours, you may cum as frequently as you wish."

"Master, I can't seduce them as I did Mistress Dark and you on Saturday, by simply touching them. That would be assault. They'd have to invite my touch. I'm not sure how I would proceed. Do you have suggestions for me?"

"I suppose you would start by asking for someone's assistance, perhaps to zip up a zipper or to get you a different size. Let them catch sight of your butt plug. If they should ask about it, you may open up a dialog with them. You might explain you are my sub, and you're getting new clothes so I may show you off. You could say your Master has instructed you to satisfy anyone who asks. If they ask you, your work is done. For getting them to lick you after you've satisfied them, you might say your Master is withholding your orgasms and you're only allowed to have them if they would give you one. If they do so manually, it doesn't count. If they do so orally, you win."

"I understand, sir."

"If anyone should ask; I want you to be very open with them and tell them what you are; a sex slave. Slaves shouldn't be allowed to hide their true nature, their sexuality. We're making allowances for our society by not parading you around naked like the slave slut you are, but if someone asks, you will tell them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I think we're going to have a very fun time today, don't you slave?"

"I'm not sure, sir. I'm very nervous."

"Of course you are. It's what makes this enjoyable for me. I won't be getting sexual release until supper, at the very earliest, unless I have you suck me somewhere."

We went in Julia's car instead of my truck. I wanted to be able to stash purchases in the trunk instead of the cab of my pick-up. Julia was silent, I'm sure worried about and concentrating on her task. On the way to our first stop, the drug store, Julia asked for permission to cum.

"Why do you need to cum, slave?"

"I believe it's twofold, sir. I've been somewhat aroused ever since you told me what I have to attempt today. Secondly, I haven't frequently sat down with a plug in my bum, Master. The road vibrations are being passed up through the car seat. It's quite stimulating. Please; I don't know how much longer I might hold out."

"You can cum, slave."

Julia leaned back, sliding her butt forward on the seat, until the front of the seat was directly beneath her rectum. She sighed and moaned as she spasmed, the look on her face so lovely, I wanted to stop right there and fuck her mouth. I could probably stand some delayed gratification, so I continued driving. We both went inside the drug store and we got the lube in addition to picking up a prescription for her birth control pills.

The next stop was an adult store specializing in toys and clothing.

JULIA

I was surprised Master wanted me to try to seduce someone. It shouldn't have been as much a surprise as it was. He'd said he would offer choices involving women. Of course, I could decline to do it and sit through supper with the Slave Trainer on wishing I could cum. I knew how needy it made me and how much I would suffer should I go several hours without cumming. Since Master had no particular problems with me and a woman, as proven by Mistress Dark, I decided I'd probably go through with it, though I was still pondering how I should go about it.

I should have done it at the first store we stopped at. The sales clerk was a woman, young, tattooed and pierced and looked like she'd welcome some adventure. But, I was still too nervous, too ashamed, to jump right into it. I would have to work myself up to doing it. While there, Master purchased several pair of thigh high stockings, red, black, white, nude, purple, and net. He purchased a strappy, leather something or other which was nothing more than lots of leather straps crisscrossing my body and leaving all the good parts strategically bare. He purchased a purple and black corset with a half cup bra that put my tits on a platter and would go well with the purple or black thigh highs.

Also purchased were sheer red, white and green, brassieres, a cheerleader outfit with a dress covering nothing and mesh top, a white tutu that covered less than the cheerleader dress. He also bought a net body stocking. I pointed out it wasn't really conducive to instant sex and he pointed out it was crotchless, so it really was. Basically, everything we bought there was begging someone to fuck me, so I guessed they would be my secondary choices if I missed my morning blow job.

Next, we went to a store specializing in women's evening attire. It was the last place we were stopping before supper and the last chance I'd have to seduce someone. I was trying to screw up my courage, or I would be a miserable little slave tonight at supper. The lady who waited on us was a stylish, impeccably dressed woman who appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was smooth and classy and acted friendly, although she probably received a commission and could smell a good one coming. Her name was Gwen. Master picked out a half dozen different outfits he wanted me to try on, all of them ridiculously beautiful and incredibly sexy. I deliberately chose outfits either one size larger or smaller than what I suspected I'd wear. I needed to keep her engaged with us for my plan to work, which was basically the one suggested by my Master. I chose one which was on the small side first. It was backless and the only zipper on it was over my butt so I could wiggle into it and have it be tight across my ass.

"Excuse me, Gwen, but I seem to be having difficulty with this zipper, could you please give me a hand."

Of course I was having problems with the zipper. It was at least one size too small. She came into the dressing room with me and tried zipping it up, noticing in the process I had no underwear. The zipper didn't go low enough to reveal my plug, but wasn't far removed from it.

"I think you picked one out too small for you. Can I get a couple larger sizes for you to try on?"

"Please, would you. I should have checked. My Master picked them out."

"Your master?" Her ears pricked up.

"I'm sorry. I should have said my husband. He and I have an unusual relationship. I'm a submissive and he's my dominant. He wants to buy some clothes to show me off."

I could almost hear the mental tsk, tsks. I blushed. "It's embarrassing sometimes when we go out in public, but you wouldn't believe the sex. Please let me try the eight tall please."

Gwen left to get the larger sizes. I quickly stripped off the smaller dress and bent over to supposedly adjust the strap on my high heel. When she returned, I was mooning her. To top it all off, the anal plug started vibrating. I didn't know it could do that, and I almost jumped out of my shoes. I bumped my head into the wall of the changing room.

"Miss, are you all right," Gwen asked as I rubbed my head.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to moon you. I thought you'd be gone longer." Actually, I'd timed it perfectly. "I hope I didn't offend you."

What was she going to say; she was horribly offended and kick us out of the store? Not if she was working on commission.

"No, it's my fault. I should have knocked first." Sweet lady, very professional.

I put on the second dress and it fit perfectly. She could feel the vibrations of the butt plug as she helped with the zipper. So could I, a lot.

"Do you know that thing...you know...the object in you bottom is buzzing?"

"Oh, yes, quite distinctly. I must tell you I'm quite aroused by it. I should like to orgasm, but Master will turn it off before I do." Almost on cue, it went off. I'd almost think he was listening at the door, but I suspected it was mere coincidence. "He almost never allows me to climax. He keeps me aroused all the time, but as his sub, he believes my orgasms belong to him. I have to ask permission to cum, you know. Since he isn't here, I can't ask for permission, so I shall just have to suffer."

I could see the conversation was making her uncomfortable, but at the same time, she was intrigued by what she was hearing. It's like a whole new world was opening up before her.

"We'll take this," I said. "It looks lovely on me, don't you think?"

"Very nice."

I took another dress, this one too large, and put it on in front of her. It was on the sheer side, and normally made to be worn with undergarments, of which I had none.

"Oh, dear. This one's a ten. Do you think it's too sheer?"

"It's made to be worn with slips," Gwen said.

"Master doesn't allow me underwear. I have to be ready for him at any time. If I get this, I'll have to wear it as is. It's why he keeps me aroused. He can have sex with me at any time he wishes by pushing my dress up. Let me try this in an eight as well."

Gwen looked at the other dresses we'd chosen and asked, "Should I find these others in size eight tall as well?"

"Please do."

She disappeared and returned in a couple of minutes, with all the dresses in the appropriate size. She knocked and I held the dress I'd just removed over myself when she came in. I couldn't play this like a total slut.