A Taste of Slavery Ch. 21

"Do either of you consider yourselves to be bisexual," Marcia asked.

I looked at Lisa. "I don't think so," I replied. "At least not before speaking to you just now. I definitely prefer cocks sexually, but a slave has needs and it really doesn't matter if it's a male or female satisfying those needs, as long as they're met. On the other hand, I've always had an emotional connection to Lisa as my friend. Certainly, sharing our Master and a bed has done nothing to reduce my emotional connection to her. I don't have the same connection to any of the other females I've pleasured, but I definitely have one with her. Listening to you speak about Chantelle, I guess I feel much the same as you do. It's hard to imagine my life anymore without her in it."

Lisa smiled at me and held my hand. "What she said," Lisa added. "I've never felt the emotional and sexual connection to others as much as I have to Scott and Julia. It's stronger than my marriage was."

"Julia, what exactly do you feel about Scott?" Sam asked.

"In addition to being my husband, I consider him my natural Master. He makes me happy in ways I've never been happy before and never expected. Despite his misreading my true desires; the very fact he would attempt to grant me what he thought was my fantasy was very romantic. I know now how truly much he loves me."

"And you understand he does not want to share you with other men again and intends to keep his slave only for himself?" Sam asked.

"I do not need to be shared with anyone else. I'm perfectly content to serve him only. He's my Master and I belong to him, body and soul."

Master took me on his lap and kissed me. I melted into his arms, not caring if anyone saw how much I loved and needed him.

"At least for awhile," Sam said, "you might not want to wear your collar nor be nude in front of others who fucked you. My little slave and I have learned the hard way how difficult it is to avoid sex with other people once you've crossed the line."

"I shall behave in whatever manner my Master deems appropriate," I said. "Who I have sex with will always be up to him and never myself."

"How about your other slave, Scott? She's not your wife. Do you intend to share her with anyone else?" Sam asked.

"Fuck no!" Master exclaimed. "No one else but my other slave."

I saw how quickly Lisa smiled at this piece of news. It seemed Master cared for her more than as another piece of meat he could pass around.

"Does that include other women for both of your slaves?"

Master thought for awhile before answering. "I would consider letting them fuck other women. It's possible. It depends on the circumstances, but there are other slaves who I might consider letting them spend time with; ones they've been with previously, certainly. If I need to send them for further slave training, I might also let them fuck Mistress Dark, the dominatrix who initially trained them."

"Lisa, do you care if your Master chooses to keep you to himself and share you with no one but his other slave or select other women?" Sam asked.

"As long as he's willing to be my Master, I do not care what conditions he chooses to impose on me."

"One last question for both the slaves," Sam said. "What of your Master? Who may he fuck? Be honest. He's not just your Master, Julia, he's your husband."

I looked at Lisa and she shrugged her shoulders. He definitely was my husband in addition to my Master. When I was fucking other people, I'd let him fuck other slaves. We'd both be fucking Lisa now, and he possibly intended to share us with Rose, Slut or Reneé. They were the other slaves we'd been with, plus Gwen, but I didn't expect she'd be serving as a slave anymore.

"During my slavery, Master was able to fuck other slaves. He didn't fuck non-slaves though he had opportunity to. It would be my preference as his wife that continue as is. I would also prefer he not fuck any slave whom Lisa and I are not also fucking, sir. If anyone is good enough for us, they should also be good enough for him. My preferences being stated, I do not demand he limit himself to only those he allows us to fuck. I do not believe I, as a slave, should impose upon the desires of my Master. He may have reasons to do so which might serve to impose lessons or discipline on his two slaves. I trust Master to do what's best for his slaves."

Master hugged and kissed me some more. I wanted to fuck him again; to feel him fill my wet slave pussy or ass and own me.

"Lisa, do you agree with Julia's decision?" Sam asked.

"I am so thankful to be included in Julia's fantasy; I'm willing to abide by whatever they both feel is appropriate for their marriage."

Sam, Marcia and Chantelle looked at each other. It looked like they were reading each other's minds, they were so close.

Chantelle was the one who spoke. "You've decided what limits Monsieur and slave should abide by. If you're truly going to do this thing, the slaves need to consider what limits they should impose on each other. One of you is Scott's wife. Julia, are there any limitations you feel should be imposed on Lisa as a non-wife?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What kind of limitations?"

"You're about to have a child, Julia. I'm assuming Lisa will be part of your household as you raise your children. What part do you see Lisa playing in the child rearing? Will she be allowed to discipline the children as you and your Monsieur do? Will she be looked upon as a second mother or as a beloved servant or aunt, or just another woman who lives in the house, a glorified babysitter?"

All three of us looked at one another.

"Another point of consideration," Marcia said, "is children. As a slave, Lisa will not have opportunities to date, or marry anyone. Does she want children? Are you both okay with her having children? I can't have children for my husband, but Chantelle can. If and when Chantelle has children, they will be considered our children, not hers. These are questions you need to answer for this arrangement to work. Right now, you're only thinking of yourselves, but this is a decision affecting not just yourselves, but your parents and children."

"Do you want children, Lisa?" I asked.

"I wanted them when I was married," she replied. "I assumed it would be in any discussion I had with anyone I seriously looked at as husband material. I haven't thought about it since this began, but yes, I think I would like children."

"You don't have to answer all the questions now," Sam said. "But you do have to think long term. You've already determined you want to keep the arrangement, but that doesn't mean for six months or a year unless you want it to be. It means five years, ten years, fifty years. Are you familiar with William Marston?"

"He's the creator of the comic book 'Wonder Woman' isn't he?" Master asked.

"Yes, he was a psychologist, a Harvard professor," Sam said, "and proponent of what he called the DISC theory of psychology, which placed Dominance and Submission as two parts of his theory. Inducement and Compliance are the others. He believed submission to a loving source was beneficial and should be conformed to, that any form of bondage had erotic underpinnings, and he truly believed bondage should be part of a loving relationship. Whether or not you believe his psychological theories is immaterial. The only reason I mention him is that apparently, he and his wife, Elizabeth, lived in an polyamorous relationship with a former student, Olive Byrne, well before society was even willing to consider such relationships as possible. He died before the age of 54, but his wife and lover lived together for a long time after his death.

"They both had children by him, though they never spoke of their sex life together, so it's unknown if all three shared a bed, or if the two women were lovers after his death, but it's what I mean by long term. They raised their children together, the two women continuing to do so after he died. Answers to these questions are going to form decisions affecting many different aspects of your life from now on, and you need to consider the implications of any choices not just for now, but years from now. It's why you need to think long term. Whatever you decide about children are going to affect you and your slaves for years. Your relationship is not solely about sex. It's about everything you care about."

Master looked at both of us. "It appears we have a great many things to talk about."

"Fertile conversation for our trip back, Master," I said.

"I was definitely thinking in the now, Master," Lisa said. "I never considered the implications of my decision to submit past today, really."

"Do you want to change your mind?" Master asked.

"Not right now, but it is something we need to discuss soon, sir."

"My suggestion to you all," Marcia said, "is to write down everything you hope to enjoy and gain by this relationship with one another. Write down the problems you anticipate. Don't confer with each other, but list what 'you' want. Answer for yourself what you're looking for, next week, next year, five years, ten years, even old fucking age. When you've done that, then meet together, go over your lists, and decide what everyone can live with and live without. Adding a third person to the marriage mix introduces a whole lot more compromises than just two people do. I had to compromise hell out of my life when my Master and Chantelle fell in love. To a certain extent, we all had to compromise. Initially, I demanded three days a week for myself where I was Master's alone. That was a compromise for both Chantelle and Master. I think, to a certain extent, myself and Chantelle both being submissive helped. If we were all dominants, our relationship wouldn't work. Chantelle coming from a submissive relationship to Brianna helped. She was willing to accept some aspects of dominance from me when I'm not in slave mode, or even as head slave. Certainly, caring deeply for one another has been a godsend. It's made us more willing to accept compromise."

"A very wise suggestion," Master said.

"One other item for consideration," Master Sam said. "It doesn't sound as if any of you had a clear understanding of what the others were looking for when you started this or even when it ended. Julia and Lisa were enjoying their slavery, but Scott imagined it was the sex they loved, not their submission. He possibly should have asked, but the slave can tell without being asked. Scott recognized he didn't want to share his wife past three weeks, and apparently, his slaves didn't recognize that was his primary, if not only, objection to remaining their Master. There was a critical lack of communication between all parties. Regardless of what you decide to do about the future, it's not set in concrete. Things change. Goals change. Feelings change. It's important to keep the dialogue open. When something stops working, you have to speak up. Things may require adjustment tomorrow, let alone next year. Don't let your lists be the end all of your conversations. It has to keep working for everyone, or it's not working for anyone."

"I agree, sir," I said. "We failed the communication test badly."

"Maybe not a critical failure if you're playing for three weeks, but if you want to keep this up, it would be," Marcia said.

"Thank you, everyone for your suggestions," Master said. "I think you've been very helpful."

"Marcia, Chantelle," I said. "Would you be offended if I examined your slave jewelry more closely? One of the reasons I wanted to come today was to look at possible jewelry for myself. If I'm to continue as a slave, I'm very interested in slave jewelry."

"Not at all," she replied.

"My beautiful slaves, why don't you put on all of your regalia and give her the full effect," Sam said.

"Of course, Monsieur." "Right away, Master."

Marcia and Chantelle disappeared into their bedroom. Sam made us another drink. In about five minutes, they both returned.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Master said, seeing them first.

I agreed whole heartedly. Both women were so beautiful and their jewelry did everything to complement their beauty. Chantelle had a gold colored metal collar. I could not imagine the whole thing would be gold. From the loop at the front of the necklace, chains went to each of her nipples and fastened to hoops in each one. Miniature gold handcuffs descended from each of her nipples. She had collar matching gold bracelets on each wrist. She had a belly button piercing with miniature gold handcuff's suspended from it. Chantelle had a labial piercing with three dangling medallions which chimed as she walked like a wind chime. There was writing on one I couldn't read from where I was sitting in Master's arms on the couch.

Marcia had a gold slide collar with chains leading to gold bracelets on each wrist. It definitely looked gold. The bracelets on her wrists were called slave bracelets because chains led to a gold rings on her hands on her ring fingers. She had golden bells fastened to hoops on each of her nipples with diamonds on the canons of the bell. She also had a labial piercing with medallions and another gold bell and diamond. The bells chimed as she walked, even more than the tinkling of Chantelle's labia medallions.

"May I look closer, Marcia?" I asked, intrigued.

"I'd like to look closer as well," Master said.

Sam said he had no objection and even Lisa moved closer to the two naked and adorned slaves. I could smell their arousal as we got close. I could see dew glistening on each of their cunts. Slaves are such needy creatures.

"Why the bells, Master Sam?" I asked, fingering the bell depending from Marcia's right nipple.

"The first time Marcia submitted to me was at Christmas. I'd just finished losing my first forty pounds. She didn't have nipple piercings then, but I had fake piercings, bells that fasten with nylon line around the nipple. They rang every time she moved. She told me at the end of her two days of slavery she would probably get wet every time she heard bells chiming from then on, so I had these made."

I looked closer at the jewelry hanging below her pudendum. One of the medallions read, 'Sam's Slave'. I touched it, noticed how it was fastened to a smaller hoop through the outer labia. If anything, she was getting wetter as we observed her. Marcia had mentioned she was an exhibitionist. It was becoming obvious to me.

"I love the piercings, Marcia. Who did them for you?" I commented.

"Brianna, at the BDSM show."

"Could she do these for me here?" I asked. "I would love to wear something identifying me as belonging to my Master.

"She could," Marcia replied. "All kinds of piercings; nipple, clitoral hood, labial, belly button. You name it, they probably pierce it. If you're considering piercings, you might want to speak to Monique and some of the other women who've had children about the effect of piercings on breast feeding and baby delivery. I'm sure they had to remove any vaginal piercings to deliver the babies and the nipple piercings for breast feeding."

"I'm assuming you don't wear these while working as a deputy?" Master asked.

"I remove all signs of slavery when working; going for simple bars or hoops in my nipples and the small hoop in my labia. Not feeling the collar around my neck is usually enough to remind me I'm not in slave mode. Having these things hanging between my legs is a constant reminder of my slavery."

"Is she wet now?" Sam asked. "She touched you, Lisa. Go ahead and feel her up."

Lisa slid her finger through Marcia's slit. Marcia moaned. Lisa's finger came out very wet. "She's a hot slave slut bitch, Master Sam," remembering what Marcia said about her.

"Julia, touch Chantelle's cunt. It should be just as wet. Wearing slave jewelry is usually a prelude to some great fucking."

Recalling Chantelle rubbing her beautiful black naked body against my Master while kissing him, I not only tested her for wetness, I shoved two fingers up her cunt, making her gasp and cum. I kept finger fucking her until her orgasm passed.

"She just climaxed, Master Sam, in case you care about such things."

Sam laughed. "Indeed I do. She should know better. I don't think she was quite prepared for your surprise invasion. Would you like to spank her? She gets fifty for cumming without permission."

"May I, Master," I asked.

"Be my guest," Master said. "You should probably learn to punish disobedient slaves as Lisa has. Remember, if it's not sufficiently rigorous, I will spank you the same number."

I whispered in Chantelle's ear so softly no one else could hear, "I want to spank you for rubbing your spectacular nude body against my Master while kissing him this afternoon."

Chantelle smiled at me and whispered back, "Spank me hard then, because if I get the chance, I'll do it again. Your Master is very handsome."

I laughed. Aloud I said, "Yes, my Master is very handsome and you're welcome to rub yourself against him any time your Master and mine allow it."

Everyone laughed, realizing the nature of our conversation. "Over my knees, please, Chantelle. Lisa, please count for me."

I sat down and Chantelle got over my knees. You could tell she'd done this often. Her bottom was so firm and muscular. I began spanking her while Lisa counted, and I realized my hand might soon hurt as much as her ass did. Goodness, her ass was tight. I was at around thirty when she asked permission to cum.

"Would you allow her to cum, Julia?" Sam asked.

"No, Master Sam. I want her to wait. But I'd like permission from both Masters to make her cum when her spanking is over."

"I have no objection," Sam said.

"I have none either, slave," Master said.

I immediately slowed the pace of my spanking, making Chantelle writhe on my lap, desperate to orgasm.

"Do you need to cum, slave?" I asked her.

"Oui, Mistress," she said, panting. "Please let me cum." Her bottom was arching into my hand.

"I'm no Mistress. I'm a pathetic slave girl like yourself who craves to cum at a Master's touch. I too can orgasm when I'm spanked by my Master. You love being a slave don't you, just like me?"

"Oui," she whimpered. "I love being a slave. I am a slave."

"Your Master is very lucky to have you, a delicious slave such as yourself. You're so fuckable, I want to fuck you myself."

"Fuck me, please. Just let me cum."

"I don't have permission to fuck you. I'm a slave. My orgasms don't belong to me any more than they belong to you."

Lisa's count had reached 49 and I stopped there, Chantelle squirming over my knees, begging to cum. This is what I was. A cum hungry slave begging my Master to orgasm. Not being allowed to climax worse than fifty swats to one's ass.

"Please, Julia," she moaned. "Let me cum."

I took pity on this beautiful slave, so like me. I gave her the final swat and shoved three fingers up her cunt with the order to cum. She sobbed and her pussy contracted, squeezing my fingers so tightly. Master Sam must love fucking her. Her orgasm eventually died and I fed her my fingers, slick with her cum. When she finished I kissed her, tasting her on her lips.

Both men were hard, turned on by my spanking of Chantelle's beautiful ass. Sam's cock was visible as he was naked. He had a nice, large cock, equivalent to Master's. Master's was a large bulge within his pants as he hadn't gotten into the spirit of this place yet and still had on the clothes he wore here. Chantelle was still panting, slowly recovering from her orgasm.

"Thank you, Master Sam," I said. "Your slave is so beautiful and as needy as I am. No wonder you fell in love with her. I think you have two magnificent slaves. Should you ever want to share either of them with my Master, I would love watching him fuck them."

"I'm as reluctant to share slaves as your Master is, slave. You did that quite well. Are you sure you're not a dominant, or at least a switch?" Sam asked.