A Taste of Slavery Ch. 22

Master handed his watch to Lisa. "You need to keep track of the time, slave. You'll start the ten minute timer as soon as one of the slaves cums."

"Yes, Master," she replied.

Some of the slaves started wandering into the room even before the men finished discussing the rules, Zoe among them. When they dated in college, Master had fucked her. Now she'd be witnessing me fucking my Master. The thought sent shivers running down my spine, which didn't bode well for lasting long once the fucking started. Hopefully I could win the second contest, even if I lost the first. Marcia and Chantelle regularly used their tongues on one another. I wouldn't mind having such an experienced tongue licking my cunt.

Neither one of the Master's had lost one whit of their hardness while the terms of the contest were discussed and as a slave, I was always ready to fuck, my cunt practically dripping as they carried on their negotiations. Both Masters had their slaves put their legs on either side of theirs and their cocks at the entrances of our pussies.

Master called out, "On three. One, two, three, fuck!"

I sank over his shaft, nearly cumming when I did, so aroused was I. I was aware of the increasingly greater numbers of slaves showing up to witness our fucking. With my legs on either side of Master's, my cunt was split wide and everyone could see his cock penetrating my cunt, my hard clit on display in my bare slit. I needed to stop thinking about it. It was exciting beyond belief to have everyone witness my fucking.

Master reminded me I had to move and I started sliding up and down his shaft, going as slow as I dared to delay my orgasm. Ten times up and down a minute, was one stroke every six seconds. It had been ten seconds before Master reminded me to move at least, so to be on the safe side, I did one every four seconds to catch up for the first minute, then slowed down.

"I'm not going to last long, Master," I moaned, squirming.

"Marcia is having the same trouble as you are, slave," Master said. "Look at her."

I glanced at her, and she did seem to be having the same difficulty as I was. She was fidgeting on Sam's lap as badly as I was, a beautiful slave in the throes of slave heat, panting and shaking. Her eyes were closed, a look of ecstatic pleasure on her face as she fought the sensations of the cock in her cunt.

Looking at her was a mistake, I think. Watching this gorgeous creature skewered by her Master's cock with the look of dreamy pleasure on her face suddenly seemed to double my own arousal. Fuck!"

I gave it my best shot, looking at the others watching me, but even that was too much.

"I'm cumming, Master," I moaned, surrendering to the sensations sweeping through my body.

"Start the timer, Lisa," Master said, starting to caress my breasts and nipples now he wanted to make me cum. Hearing me surrender allowed Marcia to give up as well and she orgasmed within seconds after I did, her cries of passion loud and fervent.

I was hotter than a volcano and started bouncing rapidly on Master's cock, his hands helping me by teasing my taut nipples. The fact we now had a substantial crowd watching helped as well. Chantelle was back. Brianna, Monique and Zoe were all there. I saw Riyuki and several of the women I recognized from around the pool. Only the women looking after the children appeared to be missing.

Marcia moaned, "I'm cumming."

How could she be cumming. She'd just cum. I glanced at her. Her Master wasn't even playing with her tits. He was leaning forward whispering something in her ear. I could see her pussy palpitating Sam's cock. She wasn't lying about her orgasm. It was almost a minute later before I climaxed again, and Marcia moaned immediately afterward, cumming again.

I started fucking Master faster, though Marcia didn't appear to be fucking more than I was, just more successfully. All in all, during the ten minutes I fucked my Master, I orgasmed five times. Marcia orgasmed eight. Sam's cock was thick with her cream. She hadn't lied about a single one of her orgasms as far as I could tell. The evidence of her pleasure was right there, covering his cock. Of course, our Master's kept fucking us after the contest ended, wanting to reach their own release. I climaxed once more before Master sent his cum deep in my cunt, groaning vociferously as he did. Sam didn't last much longer, but still Marcia orgasmed twice more at the end of the contest. Ten times she climaxed in roughly the same time as I did six and I thought I was orgasmic.

Sam said, "I suggest your slave clean mine before we start the spanking, so we don't mess up the couch. Our other slaves can clean us up."

"Thank you," Brianna said. "You men are so messy when you cum."

So while Lisa cleaned our Master and Chantelle licked Sam, Marcia sat with her cunt at the edge of the couch, her cum and Sam's in white rivulets slowly leaking from the bottom of her pussy towards her awesome ass. I got on on floor and dipped my face between her legs and started licking her clean for the second time that morning, tasting both her and Sam, this time on my own without Lisa's help. I was used to the taste of cum by this time. I'd swallowed enough of it during the past three weeks, but the fact I was tasting the cum of this couple was stimulating in and of itself. Marcia was running her fingers through my hair and over my face, not holding me against her cunt, merely stroking me contentedly as I eagerly licked their cream.

It must have stimulated Master as well because despite the fact he'd just cum in me, he quickly grew hard in Lisa's mouth and had her mount him to fuck him again. As I licked Marcia, Sam continued to whisper quietly in her ear and she came twice more on my tongue, adding to the cum I was cleaning up from between her legs. Finally, she was tidy and I could stop. I'd liked doing it though. I was such a slave, and Marcia so lovely. I'd wanted her to lick me, but licking her was almost as good.

I sat back on my heels and said, "How do you want to spank me, Master Sam."

"Over my lap," he said, sliding down to give him more room from my Master.

Before climbing over his lap, I said, "I didn't realize anyone could cum more often than I do, Master Sam, Marcia. I noticed you weren't even playing with her breasts as my Master was. They're very sensitive. I believe Master thought it would give him an advantage in that portion of the contest." Master started paying attention to our conversation despite his fucking Lisa. He wanted to know Sam's secrets as well.

"Do you remember us telling you about the slave, Alicia, at the Las Vegas convention?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Master Sam. You said she taught you about engaging the brain in the sex act."

"You made a mistake when Scott told you to look at Marcia. You looked, and when watching her excited you, you began looking at the others watching you. In addition to the physical sensation of your fucking, by watching Marcia, you began to engage your other senses in the process. You noticed she had her eyes closed. Marcia was trying to avoid what you were doing, engaging her other senses in her fucking. She's orgasmic as it is, and observing others watching her fuck makes it worse, as she's an exhibitionist anyway.

"After you climaxed, she opened her eyes to speed up her orgasms. The brain is the biggest sex organ in the body. You read sex slavery novels, so you're aware of how just your imagination can stir your arousal. I helped her after she opened her eyes by whispering in her ear. I told her she was a beautiful slave and everyone was watching her fuck me and wishing it was them fucking her. I told her she would soon have a sexy new slave licking her cunt, cleaning up our cum. As she's seeing these other people watching her fuck, my whispered words are engaging the part of her brain involved in hearing, but also, her imagination. I'm making her picture you licking her cunt, even while my cock is plunging into her. She can almost imagine your tongue licking her clit at the same time."

"It's true," Marcia said. "Even before your first lick of my pussy, I'd imagined your tongue stimulating my cunt and clit because Master was making me imagine it. Essentially, you probably made me cum twice with your tongue before you ever touched me, even if only in my imagination."

Master had stopped fucking Lisa so he could concentrate on the explanation. "You mean while I'm fucking Lisa, I can make her cum more by reminding her of her surroundings and that she's being watched by others?"

"Especially if she's got an exhibitionist streak like Marcia and she's really looking at them at the same time," Sam said. "It's like when you're licking one slave's cunt and you have your other slave lick their breasts at the same time, or a double penetration, stimulating both their pussy and ass at once. You're increasing the number of hands, or tongues, or cocks or dildo's and the nerves being stimulated, and if that weren't enough, you can make them watch you do it and listen to a description at the same time. The brain become your biggest orgasmic tool. Try it. I'll try to do the same while I'm spanking your slave."

Master made Lisa change positions, turning around so she now faced her watchers instead of her back to them. She climaxed almost immediately, just changing positions and seeing her watchers scrutinize her being fucked.

"Thank you for explaining, Master Sam." I climbed over his lap, my bare bottom on his right side as I assumed it was his dominant hand, now exposed to those standing around me. Master and Lisa especially could see my ass, now aimed at them because Sam was to their left. Marcia was sitting to her Master's left, so I was facing her. She stroked my hair.

Sam rested his hand momentarily on my naked ass. It felt warm and comforting despite my knowledge it would soon give me pain.

"Both of my slaves enjoy a good spanking, slave. They have quite a high pain tolerance. Do you have any particular limits or a safe word you wish to tell me?"

"My safe word is Alpha, and if you strike me much harder than I'm accustomed to, I'll ask you to ease up a little. Last Thursday, I was spanked quite hard by Mistress Sarah, who was practicing her newfound skills as a Mistress, so I hope I'm prepared for whatever you dish out, Master Sam."

"Before we begin," he said, "I want you to look at all the people watching you right now." I looked around me, everyone observing me. I was a slave, one who was to be punished. His hand slowly rubbed my bum. "Some of them like to be punished, spanked like this, and they wish they were over my knee like you are. Others are afraid of the discipline, and tremble at what is to befall you, knowing how it will hurt. They're all fond of women, and staring at your bald cunt, and brown one-eyed ass and imagine their tongues licking at the juices flowing from your pussy or over the crinkled sphincter of your asshole, soothing the pain you're about to feel. They're going to see my hand falling on your soft ass, turning it red."

I heard Lisa cumming behind me, her moans pathetic and needy, like mine. I looked around again, with a new, keener eye, seeing what Sam saw, the slaves intent, some of their faces looking hot and eager, anticipating the coming swats. Others, smiles friendly, a hand caressing their own breasts or cunts, watching. I shivered. Already I knew I would cum when he spanked me, no matter how hard he hit me, profoundly aware of the eyes burning into me.

His hand rose and fell. Smack, the sudden burn, the shockwave of his hand landing causing my bottom to jiggle, the sudden gasps of several women watching. Marcia caressing my face still, stroking my hair. Mercy. I loved it. I loved the sharp pain, the watching eyes, the way I squirmed when his hand landed. I fucking loved it.

Smack, smack, smack; his hand rising and falling, as hard as any hand I've ever felt, almost as bad as the Enforcer. The warmth spreading from the impact point, dispersing towards my holes, my puckered asshole, my wet cunt, my needy clit, up my back and down my legs. Smack, smack, smack, my nipples turgid points, aching to be touched. I moaned, as much from the pleasure of it as the pain. I kissed Marcia's hand, the only one I could reach. I would have kissed Sam's for the pleasure I was feeling. Despite my pleasure, tears of pain ran down my cheeks.

Smack, smack, smack. "Your ass is a lovely shade of red," Sam said. "Do you know how many people want to touch it now, to feel its warmth, to bury their faces in it?"

"Master Sam, I need to cum," I pleaded. "Please let me cum."

"Five more strokes and you can cum, slave." Groaning miserably at having to wait; wanting to cum now.

I waited impatiently for the last five to fall, Sam slowing as I'd slowed when spanking Chantelle last night. I was whimpering and shivering uncontrollably before the last one dropped on my burning buns and I was finally allowed to orgasm. I squirmed on his lap as I climaxed, a needy slave cumming for a Master. Oh, how I loved being a slave.

I climaxed once more before my spanking ended. Cum was dripping down my legs. I'm sure my pussy was a soupy mess by now, nine climaxes of my own as well as Master's cum filling it. Master was still fucking Lisa. I got off Sam's knees, my ass on fire from my spanking, yet I welcomed it. I knew I was a slave and slaves are punished. Marcia kissed me, her lips parting mine so her tongue could slide in and taste me, probably herself and Sam as well.

Zoe knelt at Master's feet. "Master Scott, this slave requests permission to take your wife to my room and pleasure her until lunch. I shall ensure her cunt is licked clean of all the cum inside it right now."

"You just want to fuck both sides of a married couple, don't you, Zoe?" Master said, laughing.

"I've already done both sides of a married couple," Zoe said, looking pointedly at Sam and Marcia, "but I'd enjoy doing it again."

"You've fucked Zoe?" Sam asked.

"We dated in college before she discovered her sexual inclinations and I married this one," pointing to his beloved slave, me. "It's how we know her."

Sam and Marcia laughed, as did many of the others.

"Go ahead, Zoe, but I don't want anyone to clean their faces afterward so I can see for myself the pleasure you've given each other."

"Yes, Master Scott," she said, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. She led me to her room.

"I told you how delicious I found you and I would fuck you this trip," Zoe said. "There's nothing I like better than a new, freshly fucked and spanked slave girl."

She drew me into her bed and I was freshly fucked all over again, first with her lips and tongue, then with a strap on, cunt and ass both. She really did enjoy new slave girls. Our faces were bathed in cum when we returned to my Master.

******

SCOTT

I'd learned more in this one weekend at Brianna's than in three weeks of Julia's slavery and all the books of hers I'd read. I had my two slaves again, fucking one and sending the other with my old girlfriend to fuck. Strange. Lisa had cum like crazy, the recommendations of Sam and Marcia working as they'd said. I finally squirted my cum up her cunt, climaxing for the fourth time this young day.

"Scott, why don't you come out by the pool while we wait for lunch," Brianna said. "I imagine you'll have to leave afterward. It's a long drive to Fresno. If there are any further questions you might have of us, we'll be happy to answer all that we can."

"Thank you, Brianna. I appreciate the offer."

We all wandered outside by the pool, the lovely female bodies slipping into the pool, wet and utterly awesome. I sent Lisa to join them. Monique was under the shade again, closely watching the five older children with, I believe it was Adele. Riyuki was feeding Hideko, her little mouth latched onto her lovely nipples.

"I don't know how you do it?" I said to Sam.

"Do what?"

"Walk around here without a constant hard-on."

Sam laughed. "Well, Brianna is right about one thing. Men are not super-powered. Believe me, it's a lot easier to survive this place with two sexy slaves who are both willing and eager to make sure no erection goes unused for long. If I should manage to get one, one of them is ready to make use of it. It never lasts long enough to get any wrong ideas. Perhaps it helps to see naked women every day. It is possible to get somewhat used to it. Plus, it helps knowing most of them aren't interested in me and have no regard for my dick."

"You still get an erection looking at pictures of your wife," I said.

He hugged her briefly. "Wouldn't you."

"In all probability," I admitted.

"I think your slaves are amazing women as well," Sam said. "You're a very lucky man to have two such remarkable slaves. I think most of your problems are behind you. You seem to love and care for one another a great deal. You merely have to work out the details. If your hearts are in the right place, it shouldn't be terribly hard."

"I didn't get into this thinking about the future. I assumed it would end in three weeks. Lisa was a total surprise, as was their desire to remain slaves. I see what you mean about thinking long term. If this is something we want to keep doing, we have some things to work out."

"Master Scott," Marcia said, "I don't know you that well, and I apologize again for the way I behaved when you started telling us what happened. I do believe you're a good man and good men make good Masters. A lot of the dominants we met when we started out seemed in it for the sex, or the power exchange, but the really good ones care as much about their slaves as they do themselves. From what little I've seen, you care a great deal for your slaves. They spoke highly about you when they justified their reasons not to stay here. You've earned their trust and their love. A lot of Master's I've met wouldn't have let their slave wander off with Zoe, because they feel the need to keep them under their heel. Obviously, you know Zoe, but it was a kind thing to do, for both of them. They like each other, you recognized it and aren't threatened by it. It isn't costing you anything to give them some time together, so you let them. You have very happy slaves, who love their slavery. It says as much about you as it does them."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Master, and I say Master now with all the honor and respect you should have received initially."

"That means a great deal to me. I have maybe one more question you could answer for me."

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"You've made reference to this Caribbean cruise you went on, and a lot of things in your life seemed to be focused on that cruise. It seemed to be a turning point of some kind. How did you ever end up on a cruise together?"

Every one of them laughed.

"Marcia's body parts weren't the only things auctioned off at the Nude for the Homeless auction. A Hollywood producer auctioned a week for four on his personal yacht, which he rents out for cruises when he's not using it to wine and dine actors and actresses," Sam said. "I bid on it and won the auction, though we still had to share the cruise with two other couples."

"We knew the producer from the Las Vegas convention and captain and first mate from the same place. They were one of the first people we met at the convention," Marcia said. "I was wearing this horribly sheer black romper and we're going down the elevator with George and Dina, who had on sheer red Gorean slave silks, and another couple who were into pet play. All she had was gray tabby body paint. Seeing someone else as exposed as I was helped me get over my jitters."

"Marcia had already agreed I could have a child with Sam and I'd promised them contact with the resulting child, like mutual family vacations," Brianna said.