A Taste of Slavery Ch. 20

Two slaves final day of their slavery unless Master changes his mind. This chapter contains oral sex, masturbation, intercourse, and lesbian sex. As with the other chapters of this novel, STD's don't exist.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 20 - The Final Day

JULIA

When Master got up the next morning, two slaves eagerly sucked his knob, earning our clothes and competing for the prize of his cum. It was the last time we'd be doing this unless Master changed his mind about keeping Lisa, at least, as his slave. I understood why Master didn't want to keep sharing his wife with others, and I had other reasons to quit my slavery as well, but Lisa could continue to serve as Master's slave. I surprisingly had no problem with it. Two slaves can become very close when serving a single Master. Once we sucked Master, we didn't stay abed afterwards. We needed to say goodbye to Sarah and Ron, even if Master was leaving for work.

Sarah was already up as well, her new slave licking her cunt while she sat on the couch. She looked up when we entered the room, but didn't stop. Mistresses are not ashamed of being serviced by their slaves. She had a well fucked look a slave could recognize.

Master had toast and peanut butter and coffee for breakfast. We offered to make Sarah and her slave something more substantial, since they would start walking the trail again today. She took us up on our offer and said her slave would clean up since we were cooking. Sarah and Master kissed before he left, wishing her good fortune on her trek with her new slave. Sarah looked pointedly at us with raised eyebrow.

"I promised them I'd consider the options," Master said.

So he was still considering the needs of his two slaves. He also kissed us goodbye before he left. We would be freed when he returned.

"We still have time before Regina gets here," Sarah said. "I want each of you to lick me to an orgasm."

Being slaves, we couldn't refuse the orders of a Mistress. Getting progressively better with each experience licking cunt, it didn't take either of us long to satisfy a Mistress.

Sarah sighed when we were finished, our faces covered in her cum.

"I'm going to miss you slaves. You've been quite beneficial to me in terms of both sex and understanding of slave mentality. Nor am I as hung up on labels as I used to be. I shall never squirm except in a good way at the thought of pleasing or being pleased by a woman."

"We're happy we were of service to you, Mistress," I said. "I think I speak for both of us when I say we've enjoyed your visit as well." Lisa nodded.

"As my parting gift to you both, I will allow you to cum twice today, but not until after one PM. I want you hungry for awhile."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," Lisa replied. Slaves were not in charge of their pleasure; Master's were. We were lucky to be allowed to cum at all.

Mistress Sarah gave Ron a pair of her underwear to wear. He put it on. Plain cotton, but definitely a woman's cut of underwear. It was a tight fit, Ron being bigger waisted than Sarah. Fortunately, he wasn't hard. Sarah hadn't given him permission to have an erection. Just before eight, he was allowed to put on his pants, shirt and shoes he was wearing yesterday. Sarah got dressed as well, wearing the clothes she was wearing when she arrived, clean and unused for the past week. Ron was given her pack to carry. He'd have his own in short order, but for now, he could be Sarah's beast of burden.

Regina arrived a few minutes after eight.

"Put the slave in the back, Regina. I'll be out in a minutes to tell you where we need to go to get what Ron needs for the trip. Thanks."

They left, and Sarah turned to us. "Give me a kiss now, both of you," she said.

While we kissed, her hand plunged into our cunts and stroked us several times, pulling her fingers out of our pussies just before we could orgasm, wanting to leave us as needy slaves, unable to cum until after one. Both our cunts were dripping. Sarah laughed, knowing what she was doing to us. She licked her fingers clean instead of feeding them to us, tasting us for the last time.

"Behave yourselves, slaves. I hope to see you again sometime."

"Yes, Mistress. We do too." Though the next time we might meet, it wouldn't be as pathetic slave girls, but Julia and Lisa, next door neighbors and friends.

She left, closing the door behind her.

"If we can't cum until after one, we might as well go to the gym," Lisa said.

"Our slavery ends when Master gets home. He won't be able to punish us if we cum now," I pointed out.

"Is it slavery if we do whatever the fuck we want?" Lisa inquired.

"No," I admitted.

"Then you're saying our slavery is already over and we're just two horny neighbors who'll be fucking while one's husband is at work."

"I see your point. Let's go to the gym."

Fuck. Lisa's logic was impeccable, but I wanted to cum so bad. Damn Sarah for ratcheting up our need. Pathetic slaves and evil Mistresses. I was impressed. She really did understand slave psychology.

******

SCOTT

I spent a lot of time at work today thinking about my two slaves, soon to be wife and neighbor again. I thought about Ron and Regina and how they no longer seemed compatible. Ron was definitely a slave, but his wife didn't want to be a dominant. She wanted a husband and Ron might never be a husband again. I knew how much Julia and Lisa enjoyed their slavery. To be honest, I'd enjoyed being their Master. But there were parts of her slavery which I'd suffered through. Not so bad I hadn't found some enjoyment in it, but definitely bad enough I didn't want to keep repeating it every day for the rest of whatever. It was something I wanted to let Julia experience, but not to the point of going past the three weeks we'd agreed on for the experience.

Lisa was another matter. She wasn't my wife. If she wanted to fuck other men, it was really none of my business, but she could do it without me. She didn't need my approval to fuck. Or did she? Theoretically, she could fuck like a mink, enjoy sex to the utmost, but if she did, she'd be frowned up by society. A woman of questionable morals at best, a fucking whore at worst. Slavery for her had allowed her to be a woman who could enjoy sex. She had no choice in the matter. Slaves were expected to be sexually responsive creatures. Failure to be pleasing might result in punishment. She was easily the second most orgasmic woman I'd ever met, behind only Julia in that regard, and Julia had never been as orgasmic as her slavery allowed her to be. They were both cum queens now, able to climax at the drop of a hat.

All of the slaves were orgasmic. Rose, Slut, Gwen and Reneé were all able to cum quickly and often. Perhaps slavery was part of the dynamic allowing them to be free to orgasm as much as they wanted. Slavery freeing them to be the sexual creatures society normally frowned on women being. But if I kept Lisa as a slave, I would be allowing her something I refused my wife. Even if my wife could still have sex with Lisa and we both did so, it seemed unfair to Julia to give Lisa something I didn't want Julia to have anymore.

More and more, I wondered if I'd made some horrible mistake in giving Julia three weeks of slavery. Giving her a taste of it, but finally realizing she could never have it again. Wondering if at some point in the future, she and I wouldn't end up like Regina and Ron, diametrically opposed in what we wanted out of life, she a Master and me a wife. Slavery used to be a fantasy for her, one which she'd been willing to ignore, content to be a wife. But I'd given her the reality and she'd lapped it up like cum from Mistress Dark's cunt. What the fuck was I going to do?

Monday had been very sexually gratifying. It was impossible to deny it wasn't, but I don't think I could ever live through another day like it again. I loved my wife more than anything else in the world and watching her have sex with all those other people had burned like a knife plunging into my gut. She'd admitted to the same feelings watching me have sex with others. Neither of us were immune to the jealousy inherent in watching our spouses having sex with other people.

I didn't know how Harold and Mary or Reggie and Marge did it. They'd each been having sex with others for at least ten years. Somehow, they managed to hold things together, though to what degree, I had no clue. I couldn't imagine Julia and I in either of their situations without feeling my gorge rise a little. No, I couldn't do this anymore. I might as well kiss my marriage goodbye if we continued to play this game. Extending it would just make the problem worse, not better. Best to end it now while it was still relatively easy. Decision made; nothing more to do than work and wait for the end of the day.

Before I left, I spoke to Jerry and asked if he'd heard from Reneé yet. He told me he had. She hadn't made up her mind yet, but was asking if Jerry knew how to get in touch with Mistress Dark. She wanted to discuss slavery with both of her slaves, before she committed to the idea. I laughed. I suspected Jerry would soon have a delicious slave of his own if she was willing to explore the idea. I gave him the number and said Mistress Dark and her slaves were usually quite busy, but she might be able to give Reneé some time over the next few days.

The drive home was unusually tense for a Friday. Usually the end of the work week was a time for rest and relaxation. Today it seemed worse than heading back to work on Monday. I parked the truck, took a few deep breaths and went inside.

Julia and Lisa were sitting at the kitchen table, both clothed in sensible, normal clothes; the first time I'd seen them in anything other than slutty or naked for two weeks. Lisa's leather collar and cuffs were sitting on the kitchen table along with Julia's slave jewelry. Lisa had a grocery bag packed with the very few items she'd brought from her house sitting on the floor beside her chair. They were holding hands. I sat down across the table from them and took Julia's hand.

"Hello, Scott; my wonderful extraordinary husband," Julia said. "We were wondering if you'd had time to reconsider my - our offer - since we made it. Possibly extending our slavery, or at the very least keeping Lisa on as a slave?"

"I thought about almost nothing else all morning," I replied. "You know my primary objection to you continuing as a slave and I don't foresee that ever changing. I feel it's best to end it now because it's only going to get worse for me and harder for you if we put off ending it. It needs to stop now."

"I thought as much, Scott. I want to thank you for giving me the experience you provided me. I'll never forget it. In regard to Lisa continuing as a slave?" Julia asked.

"I have two primary problems with it," I answered. "First is fucking other people outside our marriage. This was supposed to be an experience, primarily for you. I didn't do it for myself, but I'm grateful you were willing to include Lisa in your experience and I think it made it easier for me, knowing you weren't the only one fucking other people. But now, if I kept her as a slave, I would be doing something for Lisa I am unwilling to do for you, as much as you enjoyed your slavery. I would allow her to continue while denying you the same thing. I don't feel it's right she should continue to enjoy it while you can't. I'm sorry, but it all needs to end now."

"Your answer isn't unexpected, Scott," Julia said. "It's what we were both expecting. I think we both understand, don't we, Lisa."

"I do understand, Scott." Lisa reached out a hand for me and I took it. "I can't thank both of you enough for letting me experience it with you." She squeezed both of our hands, smiling at us both.

Lisa released Julia's hand and Julia put it down into her lap and pulled out four packages. I suddenly saw what they were. Four boxes of birth control pills. She pushed them into the center of the table.

"Fuck, Julia! What the hell! You haven't been on your birth control and you've been fucking all these other people?"

She squeezed my hand again. "You don't need birth control pills if you're pregnant, dear. I haven't needed them for about six or seven weeks now, by my reckoning."

"You're pregnant?"

"Very much so. We have an appointment for our first ultrasound next Wednesday."

"Congratulations, Scott," Lisa said. "You're going to be a daddy."

"Julia, what? How? What the fuck!"

"You asked me when I agreed to my slavery how I knew so precisely the time I'd decided to be your slave. I knew because I'd just taken a pregnancy test which showed I was pregnant. I knew it was now or never if we're going to have children. Apparently all that fucking when I was just thinking about being a slave did the trick."

"Oh my God," I said, "I hit you and you were fucking pregnant?"

"You spanked me, Scott, and whipped me with a soft whip which left some stripes on my belly and tits and quickly faded. You didn't do anything which would harm me or the baby. Women are not as fragile as all that. We used to have our children in the fields, then keep on working. I checked with my OB about sex during the early stages of pregnancy and what kinds of things I could do or not without harming our child. I wasn't reckless. You didn't wonder why I haven't had my period for the last month?"

I thought about the various events over the last thirty days and nowhere was there a hint of a period.

"I guess I had other things on my mind. You knew?" I asked Lisa.

"Of course I knew. You don't get asked to be a sex slave to someone else's husband without sharing fucking everything."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked Julia.

"Because I knew you'd get all protective and husbandly or fatherly and shit, and probably wouldn't let me go through my slavery because I was pregnant, and we had to do it now, not when I was six months along and all fat and ugly or when I'm trying to breast feed Junior."

"Jesus, Julia!"

"It's over now. Piece of cake, no issues for mother or child."

"Why the hell do you want to continue your slavery?"

"Because I won't even be showing a baby bump for another few weeks and I loved it. I loved every second of it. Maybe it was even better because I knew I was carrying your child and I was giving something to you in return for my slavery."

"Why would you want Lisa to continue as my slave?"

"Because she loves her slavery as much as I do and I'm going to get fat and ugly and she'll stay slim and beautiful and you'll have someone to fuck when you don't want to fuck me anymore."

"I'll always want to fuck you," I replied.

"Tell me that again after I've gained forty pounds, when my ankles are swelling and I have to pee all the time because the baby's pushing down on my bladder."

I laughed. I roared. I screamed, "I'm going to be a fucking father!"

"A good time to sell part of your business to Jerry."

It suddenly clicked, a whole bunch of shit making a lot more sense now. "That's why you two were looking at each other the way you were when I told you about my plans. Both of you shits already knew I was going to be a father."

Julia smiled at me. "I almost wanted to tell you then, but you might have wanted to cut my slavery short, and I wasn't ready for it to end."

"I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe this."

"You better believe it, because that baby's going to be dropping around seven, seven and a half months from now. You might want to tell your parents, although it's customary to wait until the three month mark. Usually fewer issues crop up after that and it's going to start showing anyway."

"Do your parents know?"

"No, I couldn't say anything before Memorial Day and since Memorial Day, it might be a month before I can say anything at all to them, let alone I'm having a child."

"Christ, you were drinking alcohol!" I exclaimed, remembering everything we'd done since her slavery started.

"Never more than a sip, Scott. I was careful. I didn't want to give it away by stopping alcohol altogether, but Lisa drank most of mine. Even when we were out at Luigi's and had those two bottles of wine. I had a sip of each of them. Usually, Lisa just switched glasses with me. Sometimes, she just drank from mine so you'd see it going down. You were paying attention to Gwen that night."

"You two were in this together the whole time?"

"Not really, Scott," Lisa said. "I didn't plan on joining. I knew Julia was pregnant, but this is what she wanted, her fantasy, not mine. During the poker game, I suddenly realized it was what I wanted too. I thank you both for the adventure of a lifetime. I was hoping it could continue and I'm sorry it can't, but I understand why you won't do it anymore." She squeezed our hands and got up to go.

"Will you be coming with us to see Zoe?" Julia asked.

"I feel like I'll be a third wheel at this point," Lisa replied. "You're back to husband and wife now."

"We've shared an awful lot," I said. "Even if I won't have sex with you again, it will always be a more intimate acquaintance than just neighbors and friends from now on. Let's call it very close friends. Please, join us."

"I think you'll enjoy it," Julia said. "Zoe is very sweet and quite enjoyable to talk to. Plus, there's always the jewelry. I'm sure we can find something nice and affordable."

"If you're sure you won't mind?"

"Not at all," I replied. "It's a very lengthy trip. You can help keep us company."

"Sure, I'll come."

"Thank you. Remember to be here at six AM," Julia said.

Lisa did leave then, the first time we'd been alone in the house except for very brief periods of time for the last two weeks. It was going to seem like an empty house for awhile.

"So, you're going to be a mother?" I said.

"And you're going to be a father. Are you ready to be a Dad?" Julia asked.

"I think so. My Dad was a pretty good example of what a father should be."

"I think so. He raised a wonderful son and a good man. I want you to know how proud I am of you. You're the very best person I know. I can see why Lisa loves you too."

"You don't care if your best friend loves me?"

"No, because I know you'll never do anything to hurt me. A more honorable and noble person, I don't know. I think it's very nice of you to let Jerry share ownership of the company with you. He's another good man. Most of our friends are like you, good people. You don't suffer fools and idiots."

"Thank you for your kind words."

"Scott, I'm willing to do for you all the things I used to do as a slave, as your wife. You want blow jobs, you get blow jobs. You want anal sex, you get anal sex. One of the things I enjoyed as a slave was the constant engagement with you. You've always been more of the initiator of things sexual or romantic. I want that to change. You've been the one who works hardest to keep our marriage fresh and alive, as proven by your gift of my slave experience. I should work at it as hard as you. I think a celebratory fuck is in order. We're going to be parents. We should celebrate, and I can't drink, so let's take it to the bedroom and boogie down."

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Mom"

"I kind of liked being naked. You don't mind if I don't wear clothes most of time do you, Dad?"

"Hardly. As long as you're not naked when we're taking deliveries."

"Nope, fully clothed for deliveries, grocery shopping, running over to Lisa's, exercise, you name it. Just naked around the house."

"I don't know. You're going to be getting all fat and ugly. Not sure I want to see that."

Smack. She hit my arm. "Ow."

"If you didn't want to see fat and ugly, you shouldn't have fucked me pregnant." She smiled, knowing I was joking.

"Still, I should fuck you now while I can stomach your appearance."