A Taste of Slavery Ch. 19

"What is giving you the problem, Regina?" I asked.

"Ron hasn't gotten a single erection since he got home unless I ordered him to have one," Regina said. "I can be standing in front of him naked and it's like he has a limp noodle. Nothing."

"Is that true, Ron?" I asked him.

"Yes, Master."

"Why?"

"It's the way I was trained, sir. To become erect when told or else not. I was in a cock cage and becoming erect was painful, unless Mistress released me from the cage."

"Does he get erect every time you tell him to, Regina?"

"Yes, of course. But it's not the same. It's like I have no meaning to him as his wife. I'm just the person who orders him around."

"You sent him to Mistress Dark's" I said. "You wanted him to be a better cunt licker. Is he better?"

"A hundred percent better. He'll lick my cunt until his tongue falls off, but he's like a fucking human vibrator. He doesn't get hard licking me. He won't get an erection from looking at me. He won't get hard if I suck him unless I tell him to. He's not a husband anymore. He's a fucking slave and a mostly gay one at that. I want someone who's aroused to be with me. Ron isn't. I'm not sure he ever was, but he's definitely not what I want in a husband anymore."

"Are you saying it's over between you two?" I asked. "That what you have available to you, is not sufficient for your marriage. It's not about the sex anymore, because he'll have sex when you order him to, but a slave isn't what you want, a normal husband is?"

"Yes, damn it!" Regina exclaimed.

"Ron, what about you? What do you want?" I asked.

"I want what my Mistress wants, sir." He sat quietly.

"Fuck that, Ron. I'm not your fucking Master, but I want a straight answer. What the hell do you want?"

"To be honest, sir. I want someone to dominate me. I suppose I'd prefer a male dominant, but gender is not as important as dominance. For the first time in my life, I feel like I've found myself, what I am, what I want to be. I was unhappy before. I admit I was becoming a nasty bitch, sir. I was unpleasant to be around, but it's because I was trying to be something I wasn't. I've never been as at peace as I have since discovering who and what I am. I care for Regina. We were married for six years and I'll always care for her, but I want a dominant. I want to be submissive. If Regina can't be my dominant, we're probably not a good fit, regardless of how much I care for her."

"Thank you for your truthfulness, Ron. To be honest, I don't see a match here. Ron doesn't want a wife, he wants a Mistress or Master. Regina, you want a husband, not a slave, and you don't want to be a dominant. You want a partner in marriage, not a subservient. Counseling might help, but you seem to be diametrically opposed in your needs and aspirations. I don't see a meeting ground available to you. I would guess your marriage is over and it's just deciding how to proceed from here."

"Can I interrupt for a moment?" Sarah said.

I looked at Regina and Ron. It was their party.

Regina said, "What the fuck, go ahead."

"I have discovered I'm a dominant. I want a submissive, particularly a submissive male. I don't even particularly care if Ron is partial to other men as long as I own his sexual activity. I would like to propose this to both of you. Regina has just discovered this about Ron and she hasn't had any time to absorb this information, process it, even really to determine what she's willing to put up with or tolerate. My suggestion is that Ron join me on the rest of my trip up the Pacific Crest Trail. It will toughen him up a bit and give him more time to consider if he really wants to be somebody's bitch. It also gives Regina time to consider the ramifications of six years of marriage and what she's giving up if she wants a divorce.

"Obviously, I will be fucking my bitch. So Ron would also have to agree that Regina is able to seek sex with others, whoever she wants while he's gone. If at the end of the trail, you decide you might be willing to give it another try, I'll send him back here. If at that time you agree your marriage is over, and Ron has suitably performed as my slave, I'll keep him and take all further responsibility out of Regina's hands. They can agree to an amicable parting of the ways. I'm assuming Ron can leave and has no other obligations holding him here?"

"I have a dead end job I hate, Mistress" Ron said, "and I'd leave in a heartbeat."

"I'm kind of independently wealthy," Regina said. "He wouldn't need any kind of alimony or anything, will he?"

"I'm poor at the moment," Sarah stated, "but I'll be well paid when I start my job. I can assume full responsibility for his finances if you end up divorcing. He'll be my bitch and stay home to see to my needs unless I want him to get a job. The only thing I'd need from you Regina, is for him to be outfitted in clothes and shoes and food for ten weeks on the trail, including roughly five hundred dollars in spending money for food. Anything you spend on this end, I will reimburse after I start my job in three months. Does this sound suitable to everyone involved?"

Ron and Regina looked at each other for a moment. They both slowly nodded their heads to each other.

"I want your verbal agreement," Sarah said, "before these witnesses. You Regina, are turning your husband, Ron, a self professed submissive slave to me, for the next three months, to walk the Pacific Crest Trail as my sex slave?"

"I am turning Ron over to you," Regina agreed.

"Ron, you're a fucking slave. Take off your clothes," Sarah ordered.

Ron removed his clothes with alacrity, standing on display for his new Mistress.

"I want to see an erection, now," Sarah ordered, "or you're a worthless piece of shit to me."

Ron's cock started to stand. It was amazing to witness how submissive he was. In a minute, he had a full blown erection.

"Scott, since your slaves are surrendering their slavery tomorrow, may I please have the black leather collar and cuffs worn by Julia now to collar my slave with?"

"Yes," I said. "Julia, present me your hands."

Julia offered her hands to me. I removed the cuffs from her wrists, then the collar from her neck and handed them to Sarah. I told Julia to put on her jewelry collar as a replacement for the leather. She scampered to our room to get what she wanted.

"Kneel, slave," Sarah ordered Ron, "and surrender your hands."

Ron knelt and held up his arms. Sarah placed the cuffs around his wrists. "Put your hands down." She waited until he lowered his hands.

"Ron do you acknowledge me as your Mistress, promise to obey me in all things, follow all of my commands and submit to me as your true dominant for the next three months."

"I do, Mistress."

Sarah put the collar around his neck.

"Kiss and lick my foot," she ordered, putting her right foot forward.

Ron prostrated himself and performed the required service.

"Now my cunt," Sarah said. Since Sarah was naked, Ron had no difficulty performing this task either. She stopped him after a minute of his obeying this command.

"Regina," Sarah said, "if you could pick us both up tomorrow at 8:00 AM, and bring us to a trail outfitters, we will get Ron what he needs. I'd then ask you to bring us both to the trailhead where Scott picked me up and drop us off and we'll be out of everyone's hair, for the next several months. Do you have any objection to doing so?"

"None whatsoever."

"Thank you. Our business here is concluded. Slave, kiss your former Mistress and wife goodbye for now. You're mine now."

Ron stood up and kissed Regina goodbye. There was tenderness in the kiss as they'd been together for awhile, yet by all I could see, there was a huge incompatibility between them now. I looked at my own two slaves. They'd both informed me in no uncertain terms how they felt about their slavery. I was unwilling to continue as we had, but they both desired to continue. Was I looking at a glimpse of my own future? Slaves wishing to be dominated by a Master and me unwilling to keep going, wanting a wife again. Had I just skewered my own marriage?

Regina left with an agreement to return tomorrow.

"I should get packed," Sarah said. "Thank you, Scott, for everything. It's been an eye opener for sure. If you'd told me a week ago I would have a sex slave when I started back on my trek, I'd have laughed my ass off. How quickly things can change. Slave, on your hands and knees. You'll crawl as you follow me back to the bedroom."

Ron dropped to his hands and knees, still with an erection, a drop of pre-cum beginning to form on his cock. Ron had apparently found his place in life. He crawled after his new Mistress. It looked like I was together with my two slaves for their last night.

"Let's go to bed, slaves," I said.

"Would you like us to crawl, Master?" Julia asked.

"No. I can think of a better use for your hands and knees than wearing them out crawling."

"Yes, Master," Julia smiled, knowing what I wanted her on her hands and knees for.

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