A Taste of Slavery Ch. 21

"Can you send me a picture of it," Sam said. "I'd like to take a look. Give me your phone number and I'll send you my contact information."

I did so and received a quick response. I added Sam to my address book.

Chantelle came out and addressed us. "Masters, Mistress, dinner is served."

Everyone followed her inside. There was a large dining area, but not everyone could be seated at once, so some of the slaves filled their plates with food and went to their rooms or back outside or anywhere else they could find a seat. I had Julia sit in my lap. Lisa got a chair. Both Marcia and Chantelle knelt beside their Master and he fed them both. It was interesting to see how similarly we treated our slaves, since I'd never been around anyone else except for Mistress Dark. Brianna didn't feed anyone. They all ate on their own.

The food was exceptional. I'd never eaten anything this good outside a restaurant. Chantelle really was a marvel inside the kitchen. If she fucked as good as she cooked, Sam was an extremely lucky man and he said Chantelle was only the second best cock sucker he knew, saying only his wife was better.

After the dessert had been served and eaten, I began playing with Julia's pussy, intending to bring her to orgasm.

"Master," she whispered, arching into my hand, "you're going to make me cum in front of all these people?"

"Of course I am," I said. "Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time."

******

JULIA

When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

"Perhaps we could have sex together before you leave," Zoe said to both of us. "We could go to my room now if you were still interested in sex."

"As a slave, I'm always ready for sex. Last Monday was the first time I can remember going to bed not wanting to fuck some more. It would be up to our Master," I told her. "We're not allowed to orgasm without his permission. Does your Mistress impose restrictions on your orgasms?"

"Not when we're not serving her directly," Zoe said. "Since there are so many of us, we must often seek others for sex since Mistress cannot please us all at once. We're allowed to seek pleasure where we wish when we're not directly serving her. What happened on Monday?"

"We had a Memorial Day barbecue. There were six female slaves and one male slave to serve the other guests. In addition to generally waiting on everyone, each of the slaves was fastened to a bondage device for a half hours sexual use. After eating, we played an erotic dice game where we each had to perform sexually related activities with all the guests with three increasingly brazen sets of dice. The only ones who couldn't use us were our own parents...."

"Your parents know you're serving as sex slaves?" One of the girls asked. I hadn't yet learned her name.

"We told them when we invited them to the barbecue," Lisa said, "in case they didn't want to come when we were serving everyone as sex slaves. When we told them, we found out my parents were swingers and Julia's parents had been in an open marriage for ten years. So they participated in the sex games, though not with us."

"Shit! My parents don't even want to accept I'm a lesbian, let alone submissive. They'd try sending me to some christian reprogramming camp if they ever found out all the details of my life here."

"Did Master Scott's parents participate?" Zoe asked. "They always seemed so straight laced to me."

"They did," I replied. "We found out at the beginning of my slavery they'd played at dominance and submission games when they were younger, though never around their kids."

"Dan and Sandy Rivers played at D/s," Zoe said. "I never would have guessed."

"Master was surprised as well. I had Dan spank my naked ass Monday before they left. I could tell he'd done it before. It was the second hardest I'd ever been spanked."

"Zoe, how do you know Dan and Sandy?" Lisa asked.

"I met them a few times when Master Scott and I dated."

"I keep forgetting you dated him. It's so odd you've stayed in touch," Lisa said.

"Scott was a nice man. I was very fond of him. It was only discovering my own sexual orientation that caused us to break it off. I was happy when he found Julia. I could not have wished for him a nicer person. It's so odd to find we're both submissive."

"I believe it was one of my earlier conversations with you which made me consider what it would be like to be sex slave. I started changing my reading material from typical romance novels to slavery stuff which is what Master caught me reading. At first, I was reluctant to do it, thinking I wouldn't really like it, then as our sex got better just thinking about doing it, I became afraid I wouldn't want to stop. That part was true. I didn't want to stop."

"Did anything else happen at this party?" Another girl asked.

"After several of the guests left, the regular weekly poker game occurred. We normally have one every Thursday, but Master moved it to Monday as he didn't want to share us our last day. A slave serves below the table, orally pleasuring the winners of each hand. We'd lost two of the female slaves by that time, so it was four women and a man. I was surprised three of the players allowed the male slave to suck them. With their winnings from the poker game, they could bid on the services of a slave for an hour. The male's wife didn't allow him to participate. She wanted him to watch her fuck other people. She was very unhappy to find him both submissive and gay leaning. Two of us were sold to a single user for roughly an hour, Lisa and I were sold to a pair of users. I was sold to a pair of twins with very thick pricks. The next hour, it was reversed and Lisa and I were sold to a single user and the other two were sold to two users. I can't tell you how many times I was fucked during the day. I lost track."

"What's it like being sold?" One of the girls asked.

"You must understand, we were sold to people we know and have associated with for several years. Lisa was a player the first week of my slavery. She purchased my services for fifteen minutes after the first game. I'm sure being sold to total strangers would be very scary, but being sold to people we knew was very exciting. I was practically cumming when Master sold me. Every time I've been sold, I've been very aroused by the experience."

"I was too," Lisa said.

"I wonder if we could get Mistress to organize a sale," the second girl said. "I should like to experience what it's like being sold."

"Remember," Zoe said, "if it's truly a sale and not some game we're playing; you could be sold to a Master as well as a Mistress. You might end up having to serve a cock instead of a cunt, nor would it necessarily be like Master Sam trying to make you pregnant; no woman to ease your transition to cock. You would have to surrender yourself fully to the male no matter what he wanted."

"Still, the thought of being sold makes me incredibly horny," the girl replied. "As long as it wasn't for more than a night, I'd do it, as long as it was someone nice like Master Sam and not a sadistic bastard."

We chatted for awhile, and I was beginning to wonder when we were leaving. If we didn't want to be on the road at midnight, we should leave. I was surprised when we were called to dinner and we still hadn't left. I followed Zoe to a large dining room. My goodness, the food smelled fantastic. Master pulled me into his lap and directed Lisa to the seat beside us. The food tasted as great as it smelled. I'm sure both Master and I overate and Lisa was no slouch either.

After having cherries jubilee for dessert, Master began stroking my pussy, just as he did at home when he fed me.

"Master," I whispered, my back arching, my pussy seeking his hand, "you're going to make me cum in front of all these people?"

"Of course I am," he said. "Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time."

I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

After Master made me orgasm, he told me to suck him off while the others watched me. I wanted to prove to the others I deserved to be a slave like they were, and I knelt on the floor at his feet and released his cock from his pants, inhaling his entire length. Within minutes, Lisa joined me in sucking our Master. Soon, others followed our lead. Marcia and Chantelle took turns sucking their Master and Zoe was buried between her Mistress's thighs, nor was Zoe the only one caressing cunts with her tongue. It turned into a sexual free-for-all and the moans and groans of people reaching completion filled the room. Mistress Brianna was particularly vocal, explicitly detailing everything she wanted Zoe to do to her cunt. It was everything I wanted done to my own now the sex had started.

I was the one sucking Master when he climaxed and I swallowed every drop of his cum, though I let Lisa clean him off after so she could get her own taste.

"Do we need to leave soon, Master?" I asked as the sex gradually died down, with many of the participants eventually seeking the comfort of their beds or another location to continue their activities. Only the slaves assigned to clean up the food and dishes remaining except for Sam and his two slaves, and us.

"We've been invited to spend the night," Master replied, "as Sam's guests. We don't have to leave until tomorrow."

"Speaking of spending the night," Sam said, "follow us and we'll show you where you'll be sleeping tonight."

He got up and putting an arm around each of his slaves, made his way out of the house. Master took our hands, and we followed after.

"Will you be fucking Chantelle, Master?" I asked as we walked.

"Would you care if I did, slave?"

"Not if I were present, sir, and could watch you fuck her. When she came over to you and rubbed her nude body all over you, I was so jealous, Master. I thought she was going to go home with you and you were going to leave me for three weeks, and I died a little inside. But if you want to fuck her, I want to watch. Then I can see what you saw when Jerry fucked me."

"Silly slave. I was never going to leave you here for three weeks," Master said. "You're my wife as well as my slave and you carry our child."

"Master, I'm so relieved. Why did you say you would?" I asked.

"I thought what you loved most about your slavery was being able to fuck other people. Sam, Marcia and Brianna didn't think so. Marcia spoke angrily about a Master letting a slave dictate the terms of her slavery. She said I wasn't a Master if I did. She was punished for speaking so without respect. I helped spank her. Sam proposed a test to see if you wanted to stay here and be fucked the way I thought you wanted to be fucked, or if there was something else driving your desire for submission. I don't think Chantelle even knew what was happening except she was told to play along with anything. Do you think anyone here would want to give up her cooking for three weeks?"

I laughed. "Probably not, sir."

"I don't think we talked enough during your slavery. I assumed, incorrectly as it turns out, you were only interested in experiencing sex with others, including multiple partners, perhaps due to your reading material. I should have asked."

"When you first asked me about my reading preferences, I told you the one featuring the single Master was more my speed, sir. You should have listened."

"I took the numbers of books you read featuring reverse harems as an indicator of where your mind was at. I'm sorry."

"Speculation is an enjoyable pastime, Master, but it's only a pastime. That you would give me to others despite your aversion to doing so is an indication to me of how much you love me and wanted me to experience what you thought was my desire."

They led us to the guest house of the estate, the outside matching the main house, but the inside was different, Southwestern with lots of warm colors, reds, yellows, and oranges. It was very inviting. Master Sam invited us to have a seat and offered us drinks.

"I can make us all margaritas if you wish, or I've got wine or just about any hard liquor you'd care to name."

"Margaritas sound good," Master said. "Thank you."

While Sam mixed frozen margaritas, Master told us Marcia was a deputy sheriff. I looked at her with new eyes, surprised a law enforcement officer was serving as a submissive.

"That doesn't seem to be a profession that lended itself to submission, Marcia. I'm shocked you could be a submissive," I said.

She laughed at my amazement. "You're not the only one, especially if you're new to submission. I actually know an FBI agent who was also a submissive. I admit it does present some issues. It's why I can only do this part time. I need to keep my submissive side partitioned from the rest of my life."

"How did you get into it; the slavery, I mean?" Lisa asked.

"My Master was overweight and it was affecting our sex life. I told him he had to lose 20 pounds before I had sex with him again, and if he lost 40, I'd be his sex slave for two days and it would continue monthly as long as he kept the weight off." I looked at Sam and it didn't look like he had an ounce of extra fat on him. Marcia noticed me looking and laughed again. "Great diet plan, wasn't it. I also agreed to give him an additional day for each extra five pounds he lost as 40 was just the start. I thought the incentive would help him lose the pounds. It turns out we both liked it."

"I'm surprised you like it," I said. "It seems completely opposite of what you'd normally do every day of work."

"It's part of the attraction; I'm sure. Instead of my constantly having to be alert and in control, I surrender those to Sam. He's in control. He decides what we do and when we do it. Coming out of a weekend of slavery is like going on vacation for a week. I'm so relaxed when we're done. The sex helps, of course. Nothing like great sex to relax you. It's a great tension reliever."

"I'm interested in how Master Sam acquired a second slave," Lisa said, "as I'm the third wheel in our relationship."

"Ah, interesting story that," Sam said, bringing us our drinks. "Marcia needed to start law enforcement school here in LA after finding employment while I needed to take care of gutting our old house, cleaning it and going to the closing in Florida. Chantelle had become a mutual sexual playmate during a Caribbean cruise. Marcia asked for Brianna's permission to leave Chantelle with me while she was gone so I wouldn't be lonely."

"Foolish woman that I was," Marcia said. "I should have asked for a lesbian playmate instead of leaving a bisexual with Sam."

"Désolé, Mistress, for falling in love with your husband. Je t'aime," Chantelle said, kissing Marcia. It was a warm kiss. If it had caused problems, they weren't evident now. Their kiss broke and Marcia pulled Chantelle against her, idly stroking her breasts.

"They were sleeping together for three weeks or so, along with another bisexual slave," Marcia continued, "though Master didn't add her to his menagerie except to teach her how to properly suck cock. Master, being the charming dog that he is, was lovable enough Chantelle fell in love with him. Enough to realize she was willing to surrender her slavery to Brianna and willing to risk my anger in submitting to my husband instead. Bad enough she fell in love with him, he managed to fall in love with her as well, though he says he still loves me, despite loving this gorgeous creature."

"What Mistress always forgets to say when she tells this story, is that I love her, too," Chantelle said. "She is the yin to Master's yang, making my life complete and in balance." They kissed again. Definitely no issues there.

"Why do you call her Mistress instead of Marcia?" I asked.

"Because she is always my Mistress. I consider her such for sharing her husband with me. Marcia is my safe word. Mistress is what she is." I nodded in understanding.

"How does that work?" Master asked. "Is there any jealousy, any conflict arising as a result of this ménage à trois?"

"More so at the beginning," Marcia replied. "I was initially upset with Chantelle for falling in love with Master and more so with him returning her love. I felt betrayed, certainly. I demanded three days per week where I was exclusive to him, no fucking anyone else. I also demanded to be the number one slave. He could have no slaves more important to him than me, plus Chantelle had to obey my every order as if it came from Master's lips. As I've gotten more comfortable with our situation, I only require one exclusive day to myself. The rest of the time we're together as one. For whatever reason, it works. I think because we all truly love one another."

"Do you consider yourself bisexual," I asked.

"I never used to before Chantelle joined our triumvirate," Marcia replied. "Perhaps I'm more bisexual than I thought I was. If something happened to Sam, I would be devastated, but I would probably seek out another man. I enjoy men and I enjoy my submission to a man. On the other hand, it's hard to imagine my life without Chantelle in it anymore. There's certainly more of an emotional connection than I ever expected to have with a woman. Perhaps it's more I quit resisting an emotional connection. Perhaps it's because you can't avoid caring for those you're so intimate with all the time. Perhaps it's just Chantelle, who's eminently lovable. I quit trying to label it, and simply accept whatever it is. What about yourself? How did you and Lisa end up serving as slaves together?"

"Lisa's been my best friend since we moved next door to them. We exercised together, went shopping together. Her husband divorced her for no earthly reason we could understand. I talked to her constantly about my slavery and how much I was enjoying it. She was the first person who purchased my services when Master sold them. The day after she purchased me, she asked if she could submit to Scott as I was. I thought about it and finally agreed. I figured if Master was willing to share me with others for the sake of my fantasy, he should enjoy the benefits of another female slave to care for him."

"Had you ever experimented with bondage or women before?" Sam asked Lisa.

"No, never."

"What compelled you?"

"I've always liked both Julia and Scott. They got me through my divorce. They're both kind, caring people. I've always admired the way Scott looked after and treated Julia. Julia told me about her experiences and how much she loved her slavery. Then I saw how she responded to her slavery during the poker game, and I thought I wanted my life to be like hers. I didn't want anyone as a Master though. I wanted Scott. I already knew and trusted him; loved him as a close friend if not more. I asked Julia if she'd allow it or I'd never speak of it again. She accepted. Scott wouldn't accept my submission at first. He knew I never fantasized about slavery or read slavery novels as Julia did and he wanted to make sure I truly understood the nature of my slavery and not merely using it as an opportunity to fuck the neighbor. He sent me to a dominatrix for a day to ensure I understood the significance of my slavery before he accepted my submission."