A Taste of Slavery Ch. 22

Our three protagonists spend part of another day at Brianna's, learning more about what might constitute a proper slavery. Julia and her Master enter a pair of contests with Sam and Marcia and lose both. This chapter contains scenes of sexual intercourse, oral sex, lesbian sex, and spanking. As with other chapters, STD's are not really a problem in this fantasy.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 22 - Making Plans

SCOTT

I woke up on Sunday morning, two naked slaves on either side of me, sleeping soundly. So, I suddenly had two slaves again. I can't say I was disappointed, as long as I didn't have to share them any more. It was my fault for confusing Julia's reading material with what she actually wanted. To think part of the reason she'd so enjoyed sex with the men I put her with was because I'd given her to them. Doing so had allowed her to enjoy them freely.

It was clear we had a lot we had to decide and do when we got home. I was thankful we'd come here and some sense had finally been knocked into me. Sam was a lot like myself, thinking much the same as I did. Having two gorgeous slaves who he loved and wanted for himself. He wasn't afraid to share them with women but unwilling to share with other men.

Naturally, waking up between two lovely naked slaves, led to some great morning wood. I was facing Julia, so by partially lifting one leg and placing it over my hip, I was able to slide into her from behind. Even asleep, her cunt was naturally lubricated for sex. I slid right in, and she sighed and pushed against me, encouraging me deeper.

"My Master," she whispered. "I love you so much. So nice to call you 'My Master' again."

"Shhh," I said. "Lisa is still asleep."

Julia widened her leg, giving me more room without another word, and I slowly fucked her, moving in and out of her slick sheath. Julia began making soft little whimpers. She tapped my leg twice to let me know she needed to cum. I tapped hers twice to let her know she could. Sighing softly, she climaxed, my prick squeezed in her pussy, suddenly wetter.

I felt Lisa stirring behind me.

"Starting without me, Master. For shame," she whispered in my ear.

Lisa kissed her way down my spine, licked her way through my crack and sucked my balls, taking each one individually into her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. Heavenly!

Five minutes later, Julia asked for permission to cum again. She didn't whisper as she knew Lisa was awake.

"Not yet, my love. I want you to wait for me."

"Please hurry, Master. Your slave won't last long."

With Lisa sucking my balls, neither would I. Another minute and I started to pump my cream into her cunt, my prick pulsing with each jet of fluid, encouraged by Lisa's tongue lapping up the base of my stalk.

"Cum, slave," I groaned, and she tightened around me, her cunt contracting as waves of pleasure washed through her, milking my release.

I'd barely stopped spurting when Lisa had her lips wrapped around my prick, striving to keep me erect for her.

"I'm going to die from fucking, aren't I?" I groaned.

"Probably, Master," Julia replied, kissing me. "What a way to go, though."

Damned if Lisa didn't do it; keep me from shrinking. She didn't wait for me to get behind her, but pushed me on my back and mounted me. Julia climbed over my face and I licked our cum from her cunt. Both of them climaxed three times before I shot another load into Lisa, groaning. Julia licked the cum off my cock before attacking Lisa's cunt and licking her clean as well, no one wanting to soil Sam's sheets. I was feeling fucked out again. It was a good feeling to have.

I decided not to bother dressing this morning, not until it was time to go. We cleaned up and went into the living room, looking for the others. Sam and Marcia were there. She was still in her full slave regalia, mounted on Sam's cock, sliding up and down his pole, her lubrication making his prick glisten in the morning light, the bells chiming as she moved.

"A couple more minutes," he panted, "and we'll be right with you."

"No rush, Master Sam," Julia said. "A Master should enjoy his slaves in the morning. Ours did."

"We heard you," Marcia moaned. "It's kind of what precipitated this."

"Cum with me, little slave," Sam said, his cock flexing in her cunt, pumping his seed deep inside her.

"Yes, Master, yes," she breathed, panting hard, her asshole winking at us as her pleasure crested, shivering as she clutched herself to him.

"Master," Julia whispered, squeezing my hand, "should we offer to clean Sam's cum from his slave?"

It didn't take me long to consider. Watching Lisa and Julia lick the cum from Marcia's pussy would be an enjoyable aside to the morning. "You can offer," I whispered in reply.

Sam's throbbing thrusts ended and Marcia dropped to her knees, like a good slave should, and started cleaning his cock, thick with their spend. In no time, only her saliva covered his shaft.

"Master Sam," Julia asked, "Lisa and I would be pleased to clean your slave in return for your hospitality."

"Master?" Marcia questioned.

"Go ahead," Sam said.

Marcia sat on the edge of the leather couch with her bottom hanging over the edge. Lisa and Julia knelt in front of her, taking turns lapping her clean.

Marcia moaned throatily. "Master, your slave requests permission to cum again."

Sam thumbed a plump, taut nipple and gave her permission to cum. Her orgasmic pulsing pushing more of his cream out of her cunt and my two slaves lapped all of it up. Damned if I didn't feel my prick stir again.

"Where's Chantelle?" I asked. "I'm surprised she's not partaking of her Master again."

"Working on breakfast at the main house," Sam said, stroking Marcia's breasts as she shivered through her lengthy orgasm. "We'll take you to the dining room as soon as everyone's ready."

Marcia's cunt glistened when my slaves finished. So did their faces. Marcia thanked them for her pleasure.

I kissed each of them after, tasting Marcia secondhand. "Don't wipe your faces," I ordered. "Let everyone see what delicious sluts you are."

They nodded in response.

"Do you ever eat food here?" I asked.

"Infrequently. Our kitchen and dining nook are small as a consequence. We'll occasionally prepare a late breakfast or snacks, but most of our meals are consumed there. I should pay something for the food we consume, but Brianna pays for everything in return for Chantelle's services. There's another cook as well, but she mostly helps at this point. Chantelle does most of the meal planning. Brianna didn't even realize what a treasure she was in the kitchen until we took a cruise together and Chantelle cooked for everyone on the boat."

Sam took Marcia's hand and they led us back to the dining room. We followed.

He continued, "As you saw last night, the dining room doesn't really hold everyone so we tend to eat almost in shifts. The early risers will be the first to eat, usually around 7:30, then people straggle in at various times until about 9:30. If you haven't eaten by then, you're snacking until lunch starts at 11:30. Lunch lasts for a couple hours as well. Supper starts around 5:30, but it's more condensed. Everyone is expected to be done by 7:00 so the evening's pool party can start. Party isn't exactly the word. Let's say socializing. Normally, the food is prepared so people can eat when they want. Lots of salads, fruit or other items that won't spoil if left out with proper care, almost like a buffet. Today, Chantelle is working the kitchen to give everyone a hot meal. You'll love it.

"On Sunday evenings, there's a group meeting they started about ten months ago, a few months after Brianna had the twins and they started to expand their custom work. The slaves weren't getting as much attention as they were accustomed to receiving from their Mistress, and it was difficult until everyone adjusted to the new realities. The meetings were started to air grievances, praise people, give everyone feedback on how they were doing. It's worked out well. Communication has really helped everyone adjust."

We got to the dining room and there were maybe a half dozen people there. There was a beautiful oriental woman breast feeding what appeared to be a two month old child. There were several other children in high chairs being fed, including Brianna's two, John and Sarah. Sam and Marcia stopped by each child, kissing a messy face or patting a tousled head. They both stopped by the oriental's chair.

"Riyuki," Sam said, "this is Scott and his two slaves, Julia and Lisa. You didn't meet them yesterday because you were busy. Scott, this is Riyuki, and the little rascal eating breakfast is Hideko. Hideko was a little under the weather yesterday, but seems to be doing better today. Riyuki is our newest mother, at least until Zoe and Dorinda have theirs."

"You're baby is beautiful, Riyuki," Julia said. "What is the meaning of Hideko in Japanese?"

"Splendid child," Riyuki answered. "She really is, too. She's such a little angel."

"Julia is pregnant as well, Riyuki," Marcia said, "due a little after Zoe is."

"How wonderful, Julia. You must come again after the baby is born so we may all meet your little one."

"I'm sure my Master will enjoy coming again. There are so many beautiful women here," Julia looked at me as she said it, reading my mind.

"Have a seat," Sam said. "Chantelle will bring your food in a few minutes. There's orange juice and grapefruit juice in the pitchers on the sideboard."

I sat down with Lisa in my lap while Julia got us all orange juice. She sat down beside me after getting our juice. Chantelle came in a few minutes later with three plates for us. It smelled amazing. She set two plates in front of me.

"What is this, Chantelle?" I asked.

"Red potatoes, green and red peppers, onions, scallions, chorizo sausage and ham, mixed together, cooked, sprinkled with cheddar cheese with a fried egg on top. It sounded last night as if you'd be hungry this morning, Monsieur."

I laughed. "I was trying not to be so obvious."

"Don't worry, Monsieur. It was not you so much you as your slaves who's moans and whimpers roused us. A Master should take advantage of his lovely slaves. It inspired our own Monsieur to considerably greater efforts last night just listening to yours. Marcia and I enjoyed his attentions as a result."

Marcia and Sam laughed. "And again this morning, Chantelle. It's too bad you had to work on breakfast this morning," Marcia said. "Nothing like some male competition to get Master's juices flowing."

Chantelle kissed Julia when setting her plate in front of her, just a brief brush on her cheek, then disappeared in the kitchen again. She returned with plates for Marcia and Sam. "Je t'aime, Mistress. Je t'aime, Monsieur," kissing them thoroughly on the lips as she set their food down, before kneeling at her Master's side.

We started to eat, me feeding Lisa as I ate my own, interspersed with the usual assortment of kisses and caresses. Lisa responded much as Julia had last night, flaunting her slave sexuality, eventually cumming on my fingers as I caressed her cunt, then sucking my fingers clean. The breakfast didn't end as the evening meal did, with a mini-orgy. Lisa was the only one to cum, whimpering softly as she squirmed on my lap.

"You mentioned some pictures you had from Marcia's only modeling assignment, Sam," I said when the meal was done.

"Yes, I did. I didn't bring my iPad, so let me get it, and we'll have a seat on the couch in the living room."

Sam disappeared and Chantelle and Marcia led me to a large couch in Brianna's house. They put me in the middle of the couch and Julia sat in my lap and with a space between us for Sam, Lisa on the other side. Marcia and Chantelle knelt down on cushions on the floor and we chatted while we waited. We heard a little about how Chantelle and Marcia met and the cruise that followed. We heard how Sam pretended to be Chantelle's boyfriend to keep her parents from finding out she was Brianna's lover and Marcia pretended to be another person's girlfriend.

"Maman quickly learned Monsieur was a fraud because he couldn't take his eyes off Marcia. She kept the secret from Papa so we wouldn't fight during our visit."

"The funny part is she's just as good as married to Master now," Marcia said. "Of course it didn't go over well with them he was already married. Her father was quite upset his daughter chose to attach herself to a married man. He doesn't really understand our relationship and if you met him and Chantelle's many brothers, you would quickly realize this is not a man you would ever wish to cross. Her mother understands our relationship better, and I wonder if she didn't have an amour with a woman when she was younger. We've never told them Chantelle is a submissive. If he knew Sam struck her, for any reason, not even in anger, we're unsure what he would do."

"My papa is old fashioned. To the best of my knowledge, he's never struck Maman, but if ever had, Maman might have stabbed him. The only way he accepted my relationship with Monsieur is because he realized Monsieur could give him grandchildren, whereas, I'd never have them if I'd remained with Brianna, unless it was the same way as Zoe and the others have. Since Mistress accepts our relationship, he's willing to give it a chance. I think Papa believes I'm a woman on the side who the wife accepts, which is very French. I'm unsure he knows we share our love together, even though after the cruise, Maman eventually told him I was in a lesbian relationship with Brianna."

Sam had come back with his iPad and he stood listening to our conversation with a big smile on his face.

"What about the guy you pretended to be the girlfriend of? What was his name and what happened to him?" Julia asked.

"We don't speak his name," Sam said. "He's someone who you'd recognize. He's famous. We respect his privacy and won't divulge who he was. We remain good friends with them. He is one of the very few men Marcia has been with."

"You mentioned you had a hall pass list," I said. "Do you still have one?"

"No," Sam said. "It was a joke to us when we developed the list because we lived in an area where we were unlikely to meet any of the people on the list. Once we came out here and actually met some, reality started to impinge on the fantasy. We decided to do away with hall passes, or we might as well say we're free to fuck anyone we want. Obviously, we're not as comfortable with reality as it was as a fantasy. I'm sure you understand."

"Oh, yes," I said. "Fantasies can get you into trouble if you follow them to their conclusion."

Lisa moved over a little to give Sam more room and he sat between us. He opened his photo app and went back almost three years to July. He found the pictures he was looking for and opened the first photo. There were pictures of Marcia taken from a distance, then getting closer and closer to her until only individual jewelry pieces were visible adorning her naked body. Gold and red, gold and black and silver and black, all of them spectacular. I'd never seen the like before. Marcia was a beautiful woman even without make-up and her hair styled. Seeing her with those things was amazing. I couldn't help myself. My cock began to get hard, which being under Julia, she noticed immediately.

"She is absolutely stunning, isn't she, Master?" Julia said.

"Gorgeous," I admitted.

"These two pieces are sitting in Jack Nicholson's house," Sam said, showing a picture of Marcia in a gold torso and girdle piece. "The head mask was sold to someone else. But we have a reproduction of it which she received for participating in the auction."

Sam went through all of the pictures, by which time my prick was hard as a poker.

"Would you like me to take care of your erection, Master," Julia asked, my shaft prodding her nether regions.

"Would you mind?" I asked the others.

"Not at all," Sam said, the opinions of slaves being of little consequence. "I told you I had the same problem every time I see these pictures." Indeed, his cock seemed as rigidly hard as mine. "How about a little contest?"

"What kind of contest?" I asked.

"We both seem to have sexually responsive slaves," Sam said.

"You're not suggesting a test to see who cums faster," I said. "It's likely Julia will cum as soon as I enter her."

"No, the opposite," he replied. "We need to make it harder for the slave. Who can hold out the longest. In fact, let's make it a double contest. Whichever slave holds out the longest is one contest and then once the winner of that contest is determined, whichever slave cums the most frequently in ten minutes once the orgasms start will be the next contest. That's assuming you can hold out for ten minutes yourself. If not, we can do some lesser amount of time."

"I've climaxed twice this morning. I should be good for ten more minutes after the first contest is decided," I replied. "What are you suggesting as the prizes for each of the contests?" I wondered if he wanted to claim fucking rights, which I would be opposed to, or something else.

"For the first contest, whichever slave is able to hold out longest, her Master may give the losing slave a spanking of thirty swats. For the second contest, the slave with the fewest orgasms in ten minutes will lick the winner's cunt, cleaning it of all the cum."

I thought about Sam's terms. I'd spanked Marcia's bottom yesterday when she'd insulted me. Thirty swats that time and I wouldn't mind laying my hands on her ass for an additional thirty if it came to that. Nor was I averse to giving Sam the same to my wife if she lost. Fair was fair and a spanking wasn't fucking. Watching one beautiful woman pleasure another wasn't something I objected to either. I didn't mind Julia paying the debt for either of the contests.

"It sounds as though we have two contests," I said.

"We'll have to trust the slaves to be honest about their orgasms, but I believe both slaves to be trustworthy," Sam said.

"My slave will be honest about her orgasms, won't you, slave?" I asked Julia.

"Yes, Master."

******

JULIA

That is how I found myself over Sam's lap undergoing a spanking and licking the cum from Marcia's cunt a second time. She won both contests.

"You understand you must keep from having an orgasm as long as you can once we start fucking?" Master asked.

"Yes, Master, I understand. You know how difficult it is for me to keep from climaxing?"

"I do understand. I witnessed Sam spank Marcia's ass yesterday and it was a very hard spanking. If you lose, he'll be spanking yours thirty times. Perhaps it will give you incentive to hold out."

"Yes, Master."

"Sam, for the contest, should the slave be facing out or facing in?" Master asked.

"Your choice," Master Sam replied.

"Let's have the slave facing outward," Master said. "May the slave or Master help the slave in cumming for the second contest?"

"Like rubbing the clit or something?" Sam asked.

"Yes."

"Your choice again," Sam replied. He seemed very confident to me. Of course, Marcia had been his slave for close to three years, though never full time. I was sure he understood his slave quite well.

"We can rub the slave's breasts, but neither the slave nor Master can touch the clit or genitals," Master said. Master knew I had very sensitive and responsive nipples, so he thought I might have the advantage there.

"Done, and the slaves have to move on your cock, at least ten times up and down every minute," Sam replied. "Chantelle, the women are sure to enjoy this contest. Why don't you see if you can round up a few to watch." Chantelle left quickly in response to his orders." We don't have to wait to start," he told Master. "I'm sure they'd be more interested in the cumming portion of the contest than the not cumming part."