A Taste of Slavery Ch. 21

She got up from Sam's lap and placed herself over mine and I was staring at the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen. If there was such a thing as perfection, I was looking at it. I thought Zoe's ass was great. This one was better. Her bottom was bright red from Sam's spanking. I looked up at Sam and he nodded his head. I started spanking her.

"Harder," Sam said.

I spanked her harder. She still didn't speak or cry or sob, absorbing each of my spanks in silence. Halfway through, she choked out a "Master, I need to cum. May I cum please?"

"Can she cum, Scott?" Sam asked.

"No, she can't," I said.

"There's your answer, little slave," Sam said. "You may not cum."

Marcia moaned. Thereafter she started squirming delightfully over my legs as she tried to avoid climaxing. I finished the spanking and she crawled to her Master. Her bottom was a dark red.

"Say you're sorry to Scott, slave," Sam said.

"I apologize for my rudeness, Master Scott. It was uncalled for."

"I'll accept your apology," I said.

"Marcia is only a part-time slave and sometimes her regular employment pops through her slave persona and she speaks her mind," Sam said. "It needs to be corrected immediately."

"What's her job?" I asked.

"Deputy Sheriff for Los Angeles County," Sam said, tousling her hair.

Okay, that was a new one on me. I'd just spanked a deputy sheriff for the first and probably only time in my life.

"A deputy sheriff?" I said. "I'm not going to be arrested now, am I?"

Sam laughed. "She's not working and she earned that spanking, so no, you won't. She did raise a good point though, despite the politically incorrect way she raised it. Why don't you tell us how you put your wife into sexual servitude and what happened that you don't want to keep her there? Especially since it seems like two beautiful slaves for the price of one deal."

Why not share the story. "I noticed Julia reading a lot of the same romance novels all the time, primarily sex slave or reverse harem novels. Alien abduction or paranormal romance primarily, though some other types of things as well. I read some of her novels and thought it might be a good thing for her to experience sex slavery for real. Perhaps the reality wouldn't live up to the fantasy, but at least she'd know. I think I've made a mistake introducing her to it now."

"I'm not a reader of romance novels," Sam said. "What's reverse harem?"

"Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction."

"Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly.

"If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly.

"And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked.

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

"No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired.

"No. That was pretty much it," I replied.

"Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked.

"Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered.

"With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

"No, not in any of the ones I read."

"Fantasy is right," Sam laughed. "I'm sure there are some men out there who won't mind sharing a woman they love, but none of the men in my experience would ever fit that description. I've shared Marcia two and a half times with other men. One was kind of a hall pass experience which she earned by sharing me with a model on my hall pass list, and the other person who came with her. The other one was a former police partner who was dying so I had no expectation he would ever become competition for her love. Both of them bothered the hell out of me. And you've let your wife have sex with eight other men? No wonder you don't want her to be a sex slave anymore. I wouldn't either if I believed I had to keep sharing my wife. You do realize that if you're the Master, your slave can't have sex with anyone you don't want her to, don't you?"

"Intellectually, I know it, but it was part of her fantasy, which is what I was trying to give her. It's not her fantasy anymore if I try to restrict her sex to just me. It becomes my fantasy now, not hers."

"I'm sorry for my earlier outburst, Master Scott," Marcia said. "I didn't realize the nature of your dilemma, but are you sure your wife's fantasy is to have sex with other people? Are you sure she wouldn't be happy with just you as her Master? I'm a total slave, but I'm not in this to have sex with other people; it's more the act of submission to my Master. If he chooses to share me with other people, it's within his prerogative, but except for a few women who my Master might also have sex with, I'm not having sex with anyone else and I'm perfectly content."

"It's the types of books she was reading."

"I try not to confuse the inner workings of a mental fantasy world with real life, Scott" Sam said. "People enjoy science fiction, yet realize it is speculative fiction. Some women fantasize about being raped, but would never want to be raped in real life. There are a few people I've met who I might have happily murdered, including just about everyone who slept with my first wife, and I could probably add her to the list too, but it stayed there, in my head, not out in real life. I would suggest a test to you if you're willing."

"What kind of test?"

"A test of what they want out of their slavery. Do either Julia or Lisa work?" Sam asked.

"No."

"Is there any reason they couldn't stay here for say, three weeks?"

"Our first ultrasound is on Wednesday, but I'm not going to leave them here for three weeks," I replied.

"Of course not. I don't want you to, but I want both of them to think they might have to stay here," Sam said. "Is there any reason they would reject you putting them back into slavery? Would they readily agree to be enslaved again?"

"I doubt they'd reject it. They both wanted to continue their slavery when it ended yesterday."

"Marcia and Zoe, give me your collars. We're going to try an experiment. Scott, I want you to re-enslave them, and if they're agreeable to being sex slaves again, say you're giving them to me for three weeks. I won't actually take them, but I'll treat them as if I am going to accept them and question them as if I am. We'll find out a whole bunch about what your slaves really want out of their slavery."

I looked at Zoe, the only person I really knew here. "Do it, Scott," she said. "Sam is an honorable man. He won't harm or even touch either of them. You can trust him to do what is right."

"I promise I won't, Scott," Sam said, "although I may have Zoe and Marcia touch them, if you have no objection. You want to know what Julia and Lisa want out of their submission, this is the way to find out. If, as I suspect, you're wrong about Julia's reason for submission, you'll have two delectable slaves back to keep and cherish and never share again if you don't want to. I certainly have no desire to share mine except with other women."

"Okay," I said. I was going to trust Zoe, even if I didn't know squat about Sam.

Zoe and Marcia had removed their collars and were holding them in their hands. "Give your collars to Scott, slaves, you'll get them back soon," Sam said. They handed me the two collars. "Marcia, please tell Chantelle to go along with anything we suggest to her. Go ahead, Scott. Call your slaves over and collar them."

I shouted out, "Julia, Lisa, could you come here, please."

******

JULIA

"Julia, Lisa, could you come here, please."

"Listen, Scott's calling," I said.

"What do you think he wants?" Lisa asked.

"Only one way to find out," I said.

We got out of the pool and joined the people under the canopy. Scott was holding two collars. Just seeing him holding a collar again started arousing me. Everyone else was watching expectantly. Slaves started bringing out items for lunch. Salads, fruit, water, were being set up on a table under the other end of the canopy in bowls of ice.

"You both seemed reluctant to give up your slavery yesterday," Scott said. "I've been speaking to everyone here and they think I'm making a mistake by giving up two marvelous sex slaves. I'm reconsidering my position. Would you be willing to accept a collar again as my sex slaves?"

"Of course, sir," Lisa said.

"Are you sure, Scott?" I said. "You were very unwilling to continue yesterday. Now you know I'm pregnant, it seemed even more unlikely you'd want me to continue."

"They made some very good points. I think I'd be foolish not to consider them. I'm perfectly willing to give it a shot."

"Are you certain, Scott?"

"Quite certain."

I knelt down in front of him. "Then I'm willing to accept your collar again, Master."

Lisa knelt down beside me. "As am I, Master."

"Excellent," Master said. He put the collars on our necks. I felt myself enter sub space again, my cunt flooding, becoming ready to fuck. It was so delicious. Then Master hit me with a monkey wrench. "I'm going to be leaving you here with Sam for three weeks."

"Master?" I said, panicked. "You can't. We have an ultrasound on Wednesday."

"Don't worry about it," Sam said. "Brianna will be loaning us her limo for the day to take you to your appointment. We can keep you naked in the limo until you get there, gives us a lot of time for fucking on the drive."

"If you want my collar again, you'll be staying here with Sam. Turn around and face your temporary Master, slaves," Scott said. "He said he'd make sure you had a fantastic time here. Even the lesbian slaves tell me he's a great fuck, isn't that right Zoe?"

"Of course, Master Scott," Zoe said. "Master Sam knows what to do with his cock to keep a slave girl happy."

"Master, I can't leave you alone. You'd be all by yourself."

Sam said, "I wouldn't take Scott's slaves without an exchange. Chantelle, could you please come here."

The beautiful, black slave who'd cooked us breakfast knelt down by Sam's side. "Chantelle, I'm going to give you to Scott for the next three weeks in return for the loan of his two slaves. You'd take good care of him, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, Monsieur. Whatever you wish. I'll cook and clean, suck his cock, whatever he wishes."

"She's the second best cock sucker I've ever encountered," Sam said. "Second only to my wife, who unfortunately, has to work, or else I'd give her to Scott as well. Kind of an even swap; two for two. He'll have to make do with Chantelle, but he won't regret it, I'm sure. She'll take him in her cunt, her ass. No hole unbarred, right, Chantelle?"

"Of course not, Monsieur. Your slave is a three hole slut for sure."

Chantelle's nude body rubbed up against Master's body and she kissed him, the black bitch.

"Go ahead," Master said, "look at your temporary Master. He'll tell you what he expects from you and I expect you to obey him in all things."

I slowly turned to face Sam. So did Lisa.

"Why so glum looking, slaves?" Sam asked. "Your Master told me the reason he can't accept your slavery anymore is because he finds it hard to watch you with other men. By swapping slaves for three weeks, he won't have to watch as we double and triple penetrate you. You'll be fucking morning, noon and night. There's two dominants here, plus with a few phone calls, we can get several others here before supper. That doesn't even include the slaves who'll want to taste your cunt. You've never met a better bunch of cunt lickers ever. Every woman who's ever experienced Monique's tongue says she's the best they've ever had. You won't have time to rest you'll be fucked so often. That is what you want isn't it? Scott said it was the type of romance you enjoyed, being made to serve multiple people, every hole used, often all at once. Just because he can't watch it, doesn't mean you can't enjoy it, does it?"

"Sam, Master Sam," I stuttered, "none of it would mean anything to me if my Master weren't here. I renounce my slavery if it's not to be with my Master."

"I'm your Master now, slave. For three weeks anyway. Why should it matter to you if your Master is not here? Do you want him to witness other people violate your body?"

"No, sir. It's not that." I was searching for what more I wanted to say. Why would Master give me away?

"Display, slaves," Sam barked, brooking no argument.

I jumped to my feet. So did Lisa. Mistress Dark's trainees respond quickly to a Master's orders.

"Zoe, check Julia for slave heat. Marcia, check Lisa. Tell me if they're wet."

Zoe ran her finger through my cunt, showing my wetness to Sam. Marcia did the same to Lisa. Zoe licked her finger afterward, then kissed me, whispering, "You taste delicious. I'll be one of the ones fucking you." I shivered.

"Very wet, Master Sam," Zoe vouchsafed.

"Same with this one, Master," Marcia said. "Both of them are hot slave slut bitches."

"What is it then, slaves? You're both wet, hot, randy slave bitches. You're obviously aroused by your slavery. Scott said you climaxed often as you were taken in all three holes. You can't tell me you don't like being fucked by multiple people. Everyone here can see what hot slaves you are. Why does your Master have to witness it?"

"Because I did it for him, Master Sam," I said. "The best fuckings I had, the best orgasms I had, were with him, even before my slavery started. Sure, you can make me cum. My slavery will ensure I orgasm, but without my Master, it would mean nothing. I want to cum for him, because he wants me to, not for some fucking stranger. He wanted me to experience every aspect of slavery and I did, but it was his gift to me, a chance to experience something I dreamed about. You fucking me means nothing without my Master."

"I'm not sure I understand, slave. Scott said you read reverse harem novels all the time. The whole point of granting your slavery was to give you what you desired. He's trying to do that now, give you everything you want without him having to observe it happen. We can reverse harem the shit out of you. You'll be fucked up one side and down the other. Isn't that your fantasy?"

"Not without my Master."

"You want to him to watch your body be violated? You want him to witness you screaming in pleasure as other people fuck you? Is that what you're telling me? That's what I'm hearing."

"No. I'm not saying I want him to watch me fucked by others. I want him to fuck me, to make me scream in pleasure. He's my Master, my natural Master. I want him to fuck me. I don't care if anyone else fucks me."

"That's not what he thinks, slave. What about you, Lisa? What do you want?"

"I don't want to be dumped here with a bunch of strangers who I don't know and don't care about. I love Scott and I love Julia and I trust them both. I know they'll never do anything to harm me. I don't know anything about you. If Scott wants me to stay and trusts me to be safe, I suppose I'd stay because I trust him, but I don't want to. I'd much prefer to go home with him and Julia. I loved serving as his slave. It doesn't mean I would love serving as anyone else's slave."

"What? You didn't enjoy fucking multiple men and women?" Sam asked.

"Sure I enjoyed it. What's not to enjoy? That's not why I wanted to become Scott's slave," Lisa answered.

"Why did you want to be his slave?" Sam asked.

"Because I could see how much Julia was enjoying her slavery. Even before she was fucked by anyone other than her Master. Because I love and trust Scott. Because Julia was unselfish enough to include me. It was definitely not to see how many people I could fuck. I was single and could fuck anyone I wanted. It wasn't what I wanted. I was unhappy."

"Are you sure, slaves, because I promise I will show you a very good time. Orgasm after orgasm. Ask anyone here. You won't be disappointed in your pleasure."

"I'm sure, Master Sam," I said. "I don't even care if he brings Chantelle home with us and fucks hell out of her. I just want to go home with him."

"Is that your final answer as well, Lisa?" Sam asked.

"Damn straight. Final answer."

"It looks like we don't have a deal, Scott. Neither of these slaves is in it for multiple partners. All they seem to give a shit about is you. Guess you can have them back. You'll have to put your own collar on them though. My slave gets crotchety when she's not wearing hers."

I felt Master's hands on the back of my neck removing the collar he'd just put on. He handed it back to Sam who put it on Marcia's neck.

"Does this mean I'm not your slave again, Master?" I asked, tearing up, wondering if I'd abandoned my slavery for the last time.

"No. It means we have to put yours back on when we get home. You will stay naked for the rest of your time here. Slaves don't get clothes."

He kissed the back of my neck and I turned into him and plastered my body against his, kissing, yearning to be taken by him right now.

"Fuck me, Master."

"I'd listen to her, Scott. Who knows what a needy slave slut will do when she needs to cum," Sam said. "She could end up fucking anyone."

"No one but you, Master," I whispered, "no one but you and Lisa."

"Does anyone have a bed which will hold one Master and two randy slave sluts?" Master asked.

Brianna laughed. "Don't you want to eat first?" She asked.

"We just ate a couple hours ago. I can wait until later for food."

"You're welcome to use mine," Brianna said, "but make your slaves clean up after themselves. I don't want to sleep in your fucking wet spot. Zoe would you show them where it is?"

"Of course, Mistress. My pleasure."

Master removed Lisa's collar and handed it to Zoe. He took our hands and we followed Zoe to Brianna's bedroom. Zoe opened the door for us.

"Welcome to the sisterhood," Zoe whispered to me as Master drew us to the bed.

She closed the door behind us.

******

SCOTT

I didn't quite understand what Sam intended doing. The fact Zoe trusted him did mean something to me, so I was willing to consider playing along until I found out what he was doing. Calling my wife and friend to me, I asked them if they were willing to accept my collar again. Lisa jumped right in. Julia was more hesitant and questioned me, not understanding why I'd change my mind in the space of a day. I found an answer she was willing to accept. She knelt at my feet again, as did Lisa. My heart leapt when they both knelt, yet I couldn't foresee changing my mind. I put collars around both their necks, then I gave her to Sam as he'd requested.

Both were startled at the sudden change, their eyes growing wide. As their Master, I was entitled to do so and they'd just agreed to their submission. Julia was the more panicked of the two, immediately pointing out she couldn't stay. Sam had an immediate answer. She would make it to her doctor's appointment and he'd still have time to fuck her. Then she said she didn't want to leave me alone. Sam had an answer for that as well, saying he was sending Chantelle back home with me in trade for their services. Chantelle played along and rubbed her naked body against me, kissing me. I saw a flash of fire in Julia's eyes as she saw Chantelle offer herself to me. Even Zoe agreed Sam knew how to please them. I told them both to face their new temporary Master. Reluctantly it seemed, they turned to face Sam, now kneeling to him. I felt weak kneed and my heart pounded as I thought of her actually spending three weeks with him. Chantelle was almost propping me up.

"Shhh," she whispered. "Monsieur knows what he's doing." I sure hoped so.