A Taste of Slavery Ch. 06

I set it aside after she closed the door and tried on the new size. It fit perfectly and though shadowy due to the layers, all of my assets would be on display.

"We'll take this one too," I said.

I started putting on an oriental style, silk dress with a long slit up the side, nearly to the waist, which would show off a lot of leg, and perhaps more if I weren't careful. The top was slit down showing a lot of cleavage and was clingy, showing off my big, stiff nipples.

"If it's not prying too much, might I ask how you started this relationship with your husband."

"Of course. I tend to read these naughty romances. Lately, I became interested in the type in which someone is enslaved and made to serve dominant men or women. My husband became intrigued by my fascination with these types of stories. He asked if I'd like to experience it for myself, and the rest is history, as they say."

"So, your husband became your dominant, and you have to do as he says?"

"Yes, or I'm punished. Of course, it's not just my husband who can tell me to do what he says. I'm a sex slave and must do whatever a non-slave or free person tells me what to do. Although I'm only a white silk slave and my sexual organs are off limits to others except my Master. I may only use my mouth or hands to serve anyone else. We'll take this one too. I love it. I shall have to be careful walking or my pussy will be exposed, but the thrill of exposure keeps me on my toes."

"Are you a lesbian?" She asked.

"No," I replied, "but I'm a sex slave and my personal sexual preferences are of no concern. I must satisfy any free person who asks.

"Would I be considered a free person?" Gwen asked.

The bait had been proffered. The hook was set. I just needed to reel her in, carefully, so she didn't spit out the hook.

"Are you a slave to anyone else?" Of course she wasn't.

"No."

"Then you're free."

"So I could ask you to lick me, and you'd have to obey?"

"That would be a true statement."

"I want you to."

"You want me to what, Gwen?"

"I want you to pleasure me, to lick me."

"Right here and now, Mistress?" Putting her in charge.

"Yes. Right now."

I began my seduction of Gwen, just as I'd been trained. Lingering kisses up her legs, stroking with my fingers what I wasn't kissing. By the time I reached her cunt, I could smell her excitement, the thrill of the unknown, the mystery of the perverse. She was having a naked slave lick her cunt in the store where she worked. I pulled down her panties and they clung to her pussy, the sodden wetness of her arousal. Master started my anal vibrator again and I started, surprised, but remembering my training, ignored my own pleasure and concentrated on hers. She gasped the first time my lips touched her folds, dewy with her moisture. She moaned softly as I ran my tongue up her slit, collecting her fluids. She nearly stumbled when my fingers penetrated her cunt, having to sit suddenly on the bench when I licked her clit. Because I'd gone slowly, it took me nearly fifteen minutes to give her the first orgasm, only five for the second. My plug stopped vibrating, I halted momentarily, looking up at her.

"Again," she whispered, holding my hair. I brought her to a third orgasm, her hands grinding my face into her cunt. She finally released me after the third when I'd licked all her juices off.

"Mistress," I begged. "A slave has needs too. I can't have an orgasm unless you give it to me."

"I think your Master is right," Gwen said.

"Mistress?" I asked, confused.

"Slaves should be kept wanting and needy."

She stood up, and straightened her clothes. Our positions had been altered. I was no longer a client of the store. I was a slave and one who'd just pleasured her in the bargain. She was in charge, not me.

"Please, Mistress, I'm begging you," I pleaded. "Just use your hands, your fingers, please."

"That's your Master's responsibility. Ask him." She left the changing room and the naked slave kneeling on the floor.

******

SCOTT

Gwen was in with Julia for a long time. It appeared Julia was accomplishing at least a part of her task. When Gwen appeared, she gave me a long look, before going about her business. Her clothes looked a little disheveled, though not horribly so. Julia stuck her head out of the dressing room door, showing me her cum smeared face, to demonstrate she'd accomplished at least part of her task.

Julia tried on the remainder of her outfits and told me all of them fit perfectly. We carried them up to the register and Gwen rang us up. No one else was around. Julia kept her head down, refusing to look in Gwen's face.

I wondered if she would say anything regarding what happened in the dressing room. My curiosity was satisfied when she said, "I believe your slave needs to climax."

"I'll take it under advisement," I replied. "Did she perform satisfactorily? If she didn't, she'll be punished."

"You don't need to punish her. She did very well," Gwen said. "I was most satisfied with her performance."

"She just learned to service a woman a couple days ago," I said. "I'm glad she remembered her instruction."

"She learned well."

"She had a good instructor," I said.

"You?"

"No, a woman who understands a woman's needs and desires. I was merely an observer."

"Don't let go of her," Gwen said.

"I don't intend to," I replied.

Gwen patted Julia's cheek. "Goodbye, pretty slave. Please, come visit our store again."

"Yes, Mistress."

Though I now believed Julia had not accomplished the second part of her task, I asked her when we got to the car.

"Did Gwen give you a climax?" I asked.

"No, sir."

"Too bad. I'm sure you'll become somewhat frustrated in the restaurant."

"Yes, Master. I'm sure you're right."

"How did you like the vibrating plug?"

"I didn't know it vibrated, sir, until you turned it on. I bumped my head on the wall when it went off, startling me."

"Are you all right?"

"It was a minor bump, sir. I'm fine except I need to cum."

"We'll see how that goes later."

"Yes, Master."

"We're making one more stop before the restaurant slave."

"Where are we going, sir?"

"You'll see soon enough."

"Will I have another task to perform, Master?"

"No. Although I should inquire. Perhaps we could get a discount."

Julia looked at me and saw I was smiling and relaxed. We went to one of the nicer jewelry stores in the area. I went up to one of the saleswomen and handed her a sales slip.

"Is my order ready yet?"

"Let me check on that for you Mr. Rivers." She scurried away.

"What order are you referring to, sir."

"Something I had made up for you."

"What is it?" Julia asked, suddenly curious.

"You'll see soon enough. Don't be so impatient, slave."

She started looking at some of the jewelry in the store, admiring it. Shortly after, the saleswoman came back holding several boxes.

"Your order was ready, Mr. Rivers. Do you want her to put them on now?"

"No, thank you. I'll put them on her myself. It's kind of my thing."

I removed her collar and handed it to Julia to hold. I took a necklace out of the larger of the three boxes. Inside was a gold necklace. Engraved on the inside where no one would see it, were the words 'sex slave'. On the slide was a tiny pair of diamond or ruby manacles. The back locked with a tiny gold padlock. I put the diamond manacles on it and fastened it around her neck and locked it. "Diamonds for white silk, rubies for red," I whispered.

"Your medallion will also fasten to this," I said. "You needn't worry about getting it wet, so you can shower in it."

She looked at her neck in the mirror on the counter. "It's beautiful, sir."

"You're beautiful," I said, "and you've been a good sport about everything. Regardless of what happens, I wanted you to have this to remind you of your adventure."

Julia hugged me, plastering her body against mine. "Thank you, sir. I'll treasure it always. What's in the other two boxes?"

I laughed. Women! Insatiable curiosity, no matter what their station in life.

"Matching bracelets," I said kissing her. "Slaves should be readily identifiable." I took them out of the boxes and fastened one on each wrist, the tiny gold padlocks locking them on. Julia held them out and admired them.

"Are they real gold?"

"Only fourteen karat," I said. "I needed them to be a little stronger than eighteen."

"I love them. I'll reward you appropriately later."

"I know you will, because you have no choice. You're mine and you'll always be mine."

I paid for the jewelry and we went back to the car. After she buckled herself in, I handed her the Slave Trainer. "Put it on, slave."

"Yes, Master."

It took a little maneuvering in the car while buckled in, but she got it in and fastened around her legs and waist, having to lift her dress when she did so. A big truck rolled by while she was putting it on and the trucker blew his horn, startling her. She hastily lowered her dress. I laughed. The hardships of slaves were quite amusing. I turned it on.

I'd chosen an Italian restaurant known for it's impeccable service, and even better for my purposes, it's long tablecloths reaching close to the floor. While we waited for the hostess to bring us to the table, Julia was already becoming quite antsy, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. I know the Slave Trainer had to be affecting her. We were seated in a pleasantly dark corner of the restaurant and I asked for a couple additional napkins. When they were brought, I handed them both to Julia and told her to put them under her bottom, or she'd ruin their chairs. She looked around cautiously, rose up a hands span and tucked them underneath her.

The waitress came and took our drink orders. Julia chose red wine, I went for a whiskey sour with champagne to be delivered later. As soon as the waitress left, Julia leaned across the table and whispered, "I'd like to cum, Master."

"You'll have to wait, slave," I whispered back. "She'll return with our drinks shortly and take our dinner order. You know you'll need to cum twice. Doing it so soon will make the rest of the meal miserable. Wait until we've ordered our dinner." She nodded.

Our drinks came and the waitress took our dinner orders. Knowing how uncomfortable Julia was becoming, I took my time, asking a multitude of questions about several of the entrees. Julia was starting to glare at me, as she fiddled with her silverware, trying to avoid moaning while the waitress was there.

"I think I'll have the Palermo Salad," I said, "and for my entree, the Seafood Diavolo, but leave out the calamari, please."

"Very good, sir. What would you like madam."

"The Caesar salad and today's house special, whatever it is," Julia said, twitching.

"Tonight it's the grilled chicken with..."

"Whatever it is. I'm sure it will be tasty. Thank you."

"Very good, madam. How are your drinks?" She asked.

"Fine. Everything's fine, as usual. We're fine." Julia was grabbing the edge of the table.

"Okay. I'll put your order in." She moved away.

"I need to cum," Julia whispered harshly. "I can't wait any longer."

"No need to be rude, slave. She's just trying to offer good service."

"I'll apologize to her later," Julia said. "I have more important things to attend to now."

"If you insist."

Julia hastily glanced around and seeing we were in a dark spot and no one seemed to be paying any attention to us, ducked under the table and released my cock. She started sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Rather than turn off the override on the Slave Trainer. I turned on the vibrating plug. I wanted to see if it could give her an orgasm, especially in conjunction with the Trainer. She moaned slightly.

The waitress came back with some more ice water. She started pouring into my glass.

"Where's your wife, sir?" She asked.

"I believe she went to get a drink of water," I said, breathing a little faster than normal.

The waitress looked pointedly at Julia's half full glass of water and the ice water pitcher in her hands. Julia must have cum at that moment. I got a message on my phone, and she moaned a little louder than before and the waitress heard her.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just gave her some jewelry and she wanted to thank me appropriately." I started to cum, my cream spewing from my cock like a fountain, and I must have made a noise the waitress recognized.

She smiled at me and said, "I often thank my husband the same way when he gives me jewelry." I heard Julia titter under the table. "I'll be back shortly with your food."

Julia looked up at me from between my legs. "Tell me when the coast is clear."

I looked around. Actually the waitress was kind of looking at our table, but she already knew what was happening. Nobody else seemed to be paying attention, so I told Julia she could get up now. She popped out and quickly resumed her seat, though she was still having a problem holding still. I remembered the anal vibrator was still going and turned it off.

"Did you have a satisfactory orgasm, slave."

"I did actually, sir, though it seemed to originate elsewhere than the usual."

"I wondered if you could have one from anal stimulation. Seems you can, the one in the car after we left the house and the one now. I'm guessing you're going to enjoy anal sex when I start using your bottom."

Sharon, our waitress brought our champagne out and opened the bottle, pouring us each a glass. As soon as we expressed our satisfaction with the vintage, she brought our food out. She set down Julia's plate first, then mine. She looked as if she was about to leave, then paused a moment.

"Might it be possible to see the jewelry you received today?" She asked Julia.

"Of course," Julia said, smiling. She held up her two hands. "These two bracelets, and this necklace," she said, gesturing to her neck.

The waitress examined the items closely. "They're very unusual," she said. "They both have little locks on them."

Julia lowered her voice. "Sex slaves are not allowed to remove their collars and manacles. Their Masters must do it for them."

Sharon looked at me with something akin to horror, her hand going up to her mouth as she gasped slightly.

Julia rested a hand on the waitresses arm. "It's all right," she said. "It's voluntary on my part. This is my husband and he's actually fulfilling a fantasy of mine. It's only lasting three weeks. I'm quite all right and in fact, I'm having the best time of my life."

Sharon's look changed from one of horror to a questioning one. "You've always had a fantasy to be a sex slave?"

"I know. It's odd isn't it. All the freedoms women have gained over the last couple hundred years, and I yearned to be owned and dominated by a powerful man. I read all these romances which talked about one or more men owning a slave and it made my heart flutter. My Master; my husband, Scott, offered to let me experience what it would be like to be owned. I submitted and was collared on Friday night. The last three days have been the sexiest and most erotic I've ever experienced."

Julia was still fidgeting and Sharon noticed. "Is your chair uncomfortable? Can I get you a new one?"

"It's not the chair," Julia replied. "I wish it was. I'm wearing a device called a Slave Trainer. It keeps me aroused, but won't let me reach climax. Master insists I wear it all through dinner. The only time I'm allowed to climax is when he does, which is why I was 'thanking' him for the jewelry."

"May I see it?"

Julia pulled back from the table a couple inches and raised the hem of her short dress, showing Sharon the item in her pussy. She let her look for five seconds or so before pulling her dress down and inching back under the table.

Sharon said, "You're being very open about this. May I ask why?"

"Slaves aren't allowed to hide their true nature; their sexuality. If it were up to my Master, he would parade me around naked, so the world would know what I was. He doesn't want us to be arrested, but my clothes and jewelry proclaim my status to those who might understand."

Sharon turned to me. "Why won't you let your slave climax? It seems cruel to me."

"It's important to me she be kept in a state of need, so she's ready to have sex at any time I wish it, although she had the opportunity earlier to help herself. She failed."

"What opportunity?" Sharon asked.

"Tell her, slave."

Julia's face grew red. She explained, "We were out shopping earlier. Master said if I seduced one of the sales clerks, I would be allowed to cum. Twice if I could only get them to allow me to pleasure them; as much as I wanted if I could also get them to pleasure me orally. They only allowed me to pleasure them. The sales clerk said she agreed with my Master; that slaves should be kept needy and wanting."

"I see. I'd like to know more, but my manager is wondering why I'm still at this table. Excuse me."

"Of course," I said.

We started eating. The food was excellent. We were halfway through the meal and Julia's fidgeting was getting worse.

"Master, I need to cum. Would you be ready to go again?"

"No, it's too soon. Perhaps while we're waiting for dessert."

I was not the only one to notice Julia's discomfort. Sharon came back with some more ice water.

"Does the deal still apply?" She asked, pouring my water.

"What deal?" I said.

"If your slave gets someone to orally pleasure her, will you lift the restrictions on her orgasms?" She started pouring Julia's water.

"You?" I asked, a bit amazed since she already said she had a husband.

"Yes. It's obvious she's suffering. I'd like to help her."

"How, when?"

"Have her go to the bathroom in a few minutes. I'll follow her in."

"Slave, do you agree?"

"Please, Master."

"Very well. Will you be taking your pleasure from her?" I asked Sharon.

"I don't believe I'd have the time for that. She, on the other hand, looks ready to pop."

Julia did indeed look ready to pop. She was squirming quiet noticeably.

"Thank you," Julia whispered. Sharon nodded and left.

"Oh, my," I said. "That was totally unexpected."

"Thank you, Master."

"Don't thank me. I didn't offer it."

"You're still letting her settle the debt, sir. She isn't the sales clerk."

"But it's still fun."

Julia excused herself and went to the ladies room. Thirty seconds later, Sharon spoke to the manager and made a quick exit herself. In four minutes, I received a phone alert that Julia had orgasmed. Not a minute later, Julia returned to our table with a huge smile and a great deal of relief on her face.

"Where's Sharon?" I asked.

"Washing her face, sir," Julia answered happily. "Please, Master, could you remove the override now?"

Since the Slave Trainer was the quieter of the two devices in Julia, I did as she asked. A minute later, Sharon returned to her duties, waiting on other tables. We finished our meal and Sharon came by to take our dessert order. By not a single word or deed did she make reference to what happened. It was like it never occurred. We ordered our desserts and quietly ate. Any squirming Julia did now was as the result of an orgasm, not because she needed one.

"Master, I know you've spent a lot of money today, but I'd like you to give Sharon a huge tip."

"I'd be agreeable to that."

Sharon brought our check at the end of the evening. I put a tip of $300 on the on the credit card slip. Sharon looked at it, dumbfounded. The tip was almost three times the size of the bill.

"Sir, is this a mistake?"

"No. No mistake. My slave said you greatly enhanced her experience at your restaurant and you should be suitably rewarded. She was quite uncomfortable without your assistance." Sharon blushed.