A Taste of Slavery Ch. 33

This chapter covers the remainder of the first week Lucia stays with the Rivers. It contains, bondage, orgasm denial, figging, oral and lesbian sex, regular fucking, a golden shower and fisting. Janet is exploring her submissiveness. No STD's exist in this fantasy world.

Ch 33 - The Rest of the Week

JULIA

Master went to work early, needing to catch up from his week in LA and Monday's debacle, especially since Jerry was leaving work every day at three for his General Contracting license classes. Lisa and I sleepily rose to give him his blow job before he left, but he told me to sleep some more and he was good for now. We both curled up with one another and went back to sleep for another ninety minutes. When we finally got up, Lucia was already up.

"I had a good time with Reneé last night. She's a cute girl," she said.

"A very lovely girl," I said.

"How is it you met her and she became involved with her?" Lucia asked.

We told her how Master had made me seduce a sales clerk at a Department Store where we were shopping for slave appropriate attire, which was Gwen, Reneé's boss. When Lisa became a slave with me, she was made to seduce a clerk at the same store, who turned out to be Reneé. They both came to the Memorial Day bash, after which Reneé began considering if she wanted to be a sex slave permanently, eventually attaching herself to Jerry.

"That was quite the party," Lucia commented.

She didn't know the half of it, as we left off the part where all of our parents had been present. Breakfast was toasted English Muffins with raspberry jam, English Breakfast tea, and OJ. Janet arrived at the appointed work start time. She gave the appropriate signal when she arrived, so she didn't have the firearm stuck in her face when she came in. Janet removed her clothes, joining us in our nudity, though she did have a work apron she wore over her naked body.

We started work, staining and varnishing was on the agenda the next two days, with final assembly on Friday. Master had placed the order for the other three pieces of equipment we would start on next week to be delivered today, so it was possible we could start work on Friday on one of those items, depending upon how long Lucia's doctor appointment went.

Janet was subdued during the morning, not speaking much, less animated than we'd seen her. Lisa finally asked her what was going on.

"I'm afraid of how much I've liked what my exploration has revealed about me. It feels wrong, somehow. I went from someone who thought the entire concept of sexual slavery was disgusting and horrid, to someone who can't wait to see what's in store for me next."

"It's not dissimilar to what I felt when Julia told me she was going to submit to her husband for three weeks. I was willing to support her decision because I knew how much she enjoyed her slavery novels and I knew Scott well enough to know he wouldn't do anything to really harm her and it was only three weeks. It was witnessing it for myself and her talking about the great sex she was having that made me want to become one myself. I wasn't getting much sex at all and it sounded wonderful to me."

"How did you decide to become a sex slave, Lucia?" Janet asked.

I'd never heard this story. All I knew about was the bad things she was receiving treatment for now. I didn't even know how she came to the United States, let alone become Brianna's slave.

"After my rape and the death of my father and uncle, the incarcerations of my mother and aunt and brothers, a close friend of my mother helped me apply for protected at risk status with the US embassy. They accepted me into the country and she paid for my ticket."

"Are you sure they are dead and in prison," Lisa asked.

Lucia's tears started to flow, a marked contrast to the hard as nails protector we'd come to know. "My father and uncle were killed in front of me when the soldiers and police started raping me and they tried to protect me. The others were arrested."

"For what?" I asked.

"Crimes against the state, treason."

"What crimes?"

"Protesting the brutal nature of the regime in power, the deaths and disappearances of people for no reason, with no charges, no trials. People would vanish without a trace after a government raid, sometimes their bodies were found later, tortured; more times they were never seen again."

"Why didn't they arrest you?" Lisa asked.

"They believed I was dead. They left me for such. I probably looked dead when they left me, broken, beaten and barely breathing."

"How many men raped you?" Janet asked, her voice a horrified whisper.

"I lost consciousness after six. I don't know the total number. There were twenty-three men when they broke into our house. Whether all of them had me or I became too disgusting to touch, I don't know."

All three of us hugged her. How could we not? It was the most horrible story I'd ever heard. No wonder she had medical and psychological problems. She'd been a virgin when taken.

"How did you survive?" I asked.

"Neighbors came after the men left, I think primarily to see if there was anything worth taking since they knew no one would be returning. They found me, brought me to a sympathetic doctor who treated me for the worst of my injuries. My mother's friend helped hide me. She sold many items from my house to pay for her help, and eventually my way to this country. More was used to repay the doctor for his help. When I arrived here, I was alone, with no friends. A church mission who did work in my country let me stay there for awhile while I looked for work and a place to stay. I saw an ad for work at Brianna's estate as a housekeeper. She offered me a place to stay and work. Most of the people there were her slaves already. I saw how well they were loved and treated, and after a few months, asked to submit to her."

"How did you find out you were a lesbian?" Lisa asked.

"Most of the poorer women of my country marry young, as early as sixteen for some, seventeen and eighteen for most of them. I was an old maid at twenty, but hadn't found a young man who attracted me or who I loved. A couple older men asked father's permission to court me, but I was disinterested. After I was attacked and raped, no reputable men were interested. As a non-virgin who'd experienced the cocks of many men, if I'd remained, I would have become a whore. While at Brianna's, one of the slaves asked me to share her bed one night, and I discovered an emotional attachment to her I'd never had with any of the boys of my acquaintance. Sexual slavery to a woman seemed normal afterwards.

"I'd been there for about five years when Mistress had her twins. When she told us Sam was willing to provide his seed to any woman who desired to bear children, I was elated. I'd always wanted children, but as a lesbian slave, had given up on the idea. Of course, it was Sam who discovered the problems I had with men. Rather than continue on as if there was no problem, he found out about what happened. Mistress ended my submission and lesbian activities until psychiatrists convinced her they were not the result of my trauma. I received more medical assistance and counseling. Chantelle and Marcia began working with me on self defense and protection, so I became more confident in dealing with bad situations and felt I could protect myself."

"You couldn't have protected yourself against twenty-three attackers," I said.

"No one can. But I would have crippled or killed some of them and forced them to kill me," Lucia replied. "It would have been preferable."

"Then you wouldn't be here now, trying to receive treatment to have children," I said. "You're alive. You're in a good situation."

"I was lucky. I was lucky I was found by friendly neighbors who didn't turn me in to the police. Lucky I didn't have to become a whore fucking for money. Lucky your country was ruled by compassionate, non-racists who gave me sanctuary here. If it happened now, I wouldn't have been allowed to enter. Lucky I found employment with Brianna. Lucky I found kind friends like you and Lisa, Scott, Sam, Marcia, Chantelle and Dawn. It could have ended so much worse for me. A million things might have gone wrong. It might have ended differently for a thousand other women. Death would have been better. I do not want to have to depend on luck like that again. I'd rather be dead."

"I don't know why you'd want to be a sex slave after all that," Janet said.

"Sex slave to a woman. I could never be one to a man. I can tolerate a man's touch enough to get pregnant, but I could not submit to one, even those as kind as Sam and Scott. My slavery mostly consists of pleasing my Mistress, which I would do anyway, and the occasional punishment, which is nothing to me and I enjoy anyway. I get more beat up doing self defense with Marcia and Chantelle.

"You must understand, most people are not like the people who brutalized me, and it's more in groups and mobs, than individuals, but it's happened a number of times in history. Slavery in your country, Jews and gypsies by the Nazis, muslims by the Crusaders, Chinese by the Japanese; over and over again. It happens whenever people acquire absolute power over others and consider those people to be less than themselves, whether due to race, religion, national origin, wealth, or any other reason.

"When you believe someone else is less human than you; you can do anything to them. In my country, it is a group of despotic rich people who consider the poor to be bugs who challenge their absolute power and status. If you think it can't happen again here, you're wrong. You can see signs of it, even now. It's why your politics are fracturing. There are those who consider anyone not born in this country to be less, and it's worse if they're 'different' than themselves. The person who killed all the gays in an Orlando nightclub, the man in Texas who went on a rampage shooting anyone Hispanic as a possible illegal border jumper. It's getting worse.

"The current president has in the past advocated shooting the legs of those coming here for freedom and financial opportunity. I suspect he cares little for any people not white, rich, and male."

We were quiet. What could we say, it was true. The Indians had been deliberately exposed to smallpox to eradicate them, the Japanese-Americans placed in internment camps during the war. They hadn't done the same to families of Italian and German immigrants, but the Japanese were 'different'. I hated to think that what happened to Lucia could ever happen to anyone in this country, but it happened all the time, by some people, thankfully mostly not yet the police or military. Though how many people were killed or injured during the peaceful crossing of the bridge in Alabama during the civil rights movement when the police released the dogs on them and beat them with batons. That was only fifty years ago, within my parents lifetime. Attacks did seem to be increasing on those some people considered different from themselves.

We worked without words for quite a while. Eventually Janet said, "I've decided I'd like to try all the gray areas on my list, at least once."

"I can arrange most of the things on your list for you," I said, "but there are some things you need to do in preparation for them, and some which I might need to find an expert. I don't know anyone who does Japanese bondage."

"Sam does some Shibari bondage," Lucia said.

"Really? How interesting," I said.

"No suspensions, but some of the other things."

"You've said I must use butt plugs to prepare for anal sex. When would I need to use them?" Janet asked.

"We have four different sizes. You could get by with three. You should start with the smallest size and wear for a day before going to the next largest, and the largest at least a half day before being anally fucked."

"Why would I only need three, instead of four?"

"Assuming you wish to be fucked by Chen, he's not quite as large as Master. You wouldn't need to use the largest one, though you certainly could. You wouldn't need to be plugged until the week you wish to proceed with anal intercourse."

"I'd like to experience it before trying it with Chen. I wouldn't want to have a bad experience with him."

"We're talking about the strapless then, which is larger. We'd have to go with all four plugs. We could start the first plug on Friday and do the deed the following Tuesday."

"Why not do it today and go for Saturday, Mistress?"

"We need to get these beds to LA if we finish them. It's my expectation we will, so we will likely be gone on Saturday."

"I see, Mistress."

"Don't worry, Janet. You'll be ass fucked soon enough. Some of the things may take awhile to arrange. I'll have to check on how to do a Nyotaimori."

"Chantelle knows how to do a Nyotaimori. We've done one of those at the estate," Lucia said. "

"If you'd be willing to forgo Saturday date night with Chen, Janet, I'll check and see if Chantelle would be willing to prepare a Nyotaimori for Saturday night in Los Angeles. Of course, you'd have to be willing to let everyone eat off you."

"Why don't you invite her boyfriend to join us?" Lucia suggested. "They could come down for a visit. Mistress maintains a guest room."

"I'm not ready to spend the night with Chen yet," Janet protested.

"Nor am I ready to allow it as your Mistress," I replied. "You'll need to earn it."

"She can spend the night with me. I understand you need to spend a night with Dawn, Mistress and Zoe," Lucia said. "I know how to use well trained slave cunt lickers."

Janet blushed again. She still wasn't used to being referred to as a cunt licker. After yesterday, she was extremely well trained. She could concentrate on pleasuring one while being fucked herself or spanked.

"It's true, it was the price they exacted to pleasure my Master for a week."

"What did you intend to do at my Thursday night training, Mistress?"

"I was originally planning for your figging and some Slave Trainer orgasm denial for sure, followed by your golden shower. Since you've now opened up all aspects of your list, I'm thinking of dropping the golden shower and doing anilingus and fisting instead."

Which actually gave me a very good idea, though I'd have to involve Master and Chen in my plan. If Janet was ready to suck Chen's dick on their date on Friday, no point in not jumping the gun on Thursday.

"Why are you removing the golden shower at this time?" Janet inquired.

"Who would want to purchase a slave who'd been pissed on?" I asked. "If you want to be pissed on, we can do it later today. You can take a shower after."

"Let's get some lunch," I said. "It's nearly one. Our next delivery is at two. I need to get dressed to accept it."

"I'll need to be dressed as well," Lucia said. "I'm not letting you go outside without protection."

While Lisa and Janet prepared a brunch of poached eggs over fried potatoes and Canadian bacon for us, Lucia and I got dressed. It wasn't much but it would do the trick. In addition, I sent a text to Master telling him we would be done with both of the bed frames by Friday and to make arrangements with Brianna to deliver them. I suggested we could invite Chen and Janet with their permission as a couple of the activities on Janet's bondage list might be accomplished there, the Japanese rope bondage and Nyotaimori. He sent back a Really? I responded that Sam knew some Shibari and Chantelle had previously arranged a Nyotaimori for everyone at the Estate. He said he would make inquiries.

Our meal went quickly. Lisa and Janet went back downstairs after eating, while Lucia and I cleaned up since we were waiting anyway.

"How does this delivery occur normally?" Lucia asked. "Does the same person always deliver?"

"It's usually one of three different men," I said. "They come to the door, ask where I want it left and they unload it."

"Where will you have them deliver it?"

"Our garage for the bed. Lisa's garage next door for the other two items of furniture. We'll need to move it to our garage as we need it where we'll measure and cut it on the table saw. Master is adding a few items which may be added by the purchasers of any of the equipment."

"No one will go to her garage without my protection," Lucia said.

"We'll be careful," I agreed. "I don't want to go through another hospital stay."

The Lowe's delivery driver arrived on time. If he noticed the other woman kept her hand in her big purse, he didn't say anything. We put the material for Mistress Dark's king size bed frame in our garage and put the door down. Thinking of Mistress Dark while her bed frame items were placed in my garage made me think of the way I'd tried to usurp her slaves. My ass grew itchy thinking of the punishment I'd probably earned from her.

The materials for the two other pieces of bondage furniture were put in Lisa's garage. I had her garage door opener so I could put it in and close the door without going into the house. Lucia stayed within ten feet of me the entire time, like a guardian angel. I signed for the materials and they left. We returned to the house and removed our clothes, joining the others in the basement. Around four, we reached a point where we had to let the stain dry before applying another coat. I suggested we all piss on Janet before letting her leave for the day. The others agreed.

Removing her apron, Janet got in the shower and lay down on the tile floor. I told Lucia to piss on her pussy, Lisa to piss on her chest and I would piss on Janet's face. Lucia went in and stood over Janet's legs, slightly squatting. Finally, Lucia released, a strong yellow stream which she sprayed all over Janet's legs, abdomen and cunt, drenching her lower body. She left the shower after rinsing herself off. Lisa took her place.

She stood over Janet and let loose. A yellow stream splashed over Janet's chest and tits. Janet wasn't saying anything, making no sound, but her nipples were hard. It didn't seem right to me she should be enjoying this and it seemed she was. Lisa rinsed herself off and got out of the shower. I entered.

"How have you liked it thus far?" I asked. "I want to know before I piss all over your face."

"It was okay, Mistress," Janet said.

"I don't agree with this sort of treatment, Janet. This doesn't align with my idea of what I would ever want anyone to do to me, not my Master, not anyone. It's like my rape. Just because I chose to submit as sex slave to my husband, doesn't mean I want all men to have Mastery over me without mine or my Master's permission. If he thought so little of me he wanted me to fuck everyone, I couldn't love him the way I do.

"Master loves and cherishes his slaves. He adores them. Everything he does demonstrates this every day. When I've been humiliated, it's been for the purpose of arousing me, to later fuck me to our mutual enjoyment. Even being shared with other men was to satisfy me, because he believed it was something I desired.

"This seems designed solely for your humiliation and degradation. Perhaps this desire is associated with the emotional abuse associated with your ex - that you feel unworthy to be loved and desired - that you weren't good enough to love. I assure you, it's not true. You are worthy in all respects to be loved and cherished. Chen would never want to piss on you. He will treat you as the lovely woman you are, even if he's willing to accept your submission.

"I ask you to reconsider before I do this to you. If you were to remain as my sex slave for the rest of your life, I would never piss on you. The only reason I'm willing to do it now is because you asked to experience it. You've done so to a point. My pissing on your face carries it to a more disgusting and degrading level. You don't deserve to be treated as a toilet. I'm concerned you want to be treated as such. So I ask you again if you really want me to do what I'm about to do knowing I believe you're worthy of so much love and respect and not what your ex made you believe you deserve? Just because it's part of BDSM you read about, doesn't mean it's something you should experience. I don't want to experience everything associated with it."