A Taste of Slavery Ch. 38

The lives of our throuple start getting back to normal. They're back home and showing Chen and Janet how to administer punishment with instruments. Rhonda is visiting Lucia. This chapter contains oral and anal sex, double penetrations, lesbian sex, bondage and discipline, including orgasm denial.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 38 - Back to Normal

JULIA

I called the insurance company after eating. I said it was now safe to send the claims adjuster to look at the house. Arrangements were made for him to come over tomorrow at 10 AM. Since we'd moved Lisa's house insurance to our account, he was going to look at both places. Hopefully, it wasn't more than the broken door he'd thrown a cement block into. While I was talking to them, Lucia called her Mistress and informed her of what happened briefly. She said she'd provide more details later. Brianna asked if Zoe's or another lawyer's presence was needed. Lucia said she wasn't being charged with anything. It was considered a righteous shooting.

When we got home, after unloading the car, we spent the next hour pleasuring Lucia. She never quite reached the point where she asked us to stop, but she was ready to stop when we did.

Then came clean up. We had to wear shoes because of all the glass, but we took pictures of the smashed things so we could start cleaning it up. Any mess we didn't want to leave until tomorrow, we took photos of, then swept or vacuumed it away. Master got home a little earlier than normal. It was the first time he had to inspect the damage in daylight. It was more extensive than he'd realized even after seeing Jerry's photos. Not seeing little photo sized bits, but the whole thing at once. He expressed his disgust.

I gave him a rundown of actions taken thus far. "The adjuster is coming tomorrow at 10, Master," I said. "Detective Riley may be able to join us tonight at Luigi's depending on how long it takes him to complete his report. Sergeant Meadows will be joining us for supper and Lucia is inviting her to spend the night. She's off tonight."

Master hugged Lucia. "Anything her heart desires which I can provide is hers."

"Thank you, sir," Lucia responded.

"If you need any counseling or anything after having to shoot Jack, I'll be happy to take care of that as well."

"My previous trauma counseling and what I learned there should help, sir. His was not the first dead body I've seen. My father and uncle were killed in front of me."

"I understand, but you're welcome to anything I can give. Lisa, I know your marriage ended badly, but you were married to Jack for a few years and I know it had to have an effect on you. If you need help, ask for it and it's yours."

"When Jack raped me, it removed the last of any affection I felt towards him, but I'll seek help if I I feel I need it."

"Even the rape might require counseling. None of us had much of an opportunity to process what happened. I'd be willing to go with either of you if you want to talk to someone about it. I might have unresolved issues as well."

"It's good to know, Master," I replied. "I'm just happy we can get back to normal and get on with our life."

"I suppose, since Lucia is having company, I shall have both of you again tonight," Master said.

Lucia laughed. "Take advantage of your opportunity, sir."

"Oh, I will," Master said.

"I'll be wearing one of my new maternity outfits tonight, Master. I hope you find me attractive."

He kissed me. "I'll never find you anything but."

We showered and dressed up for dinner. I picked the low cut white lace dress I'd gotten with Zoe. Something designed for evening wear. I wore nothing underneath it. Master whistled when he saw it. Exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

"My God, are you sure you won't be arrested in that?" Master asked. "And it looks form fitting, how will you wear it when you get bigger?"

"The stomach section is stretchy. As for being arrested, we'll find out quickly when Rhonda gets here," I said, twirling for him. "I have something else I can wear if she recommends I not wear it, or I suppose I could wear a slip under it, but the less sheer parts cover most things and without pubic hair, it's not totally obvious I'm nude beneath it. You know, Master, I might have to wear maternity bras at some point."

"Why? Can't you wear something that exposes your nipples like half or demi bras or cut outs?"

"It's not necessarily for the support, sir, though some may be needed when my breasts swell with milk, but because my nipples might leak milk. Maternity bras have padding to absorb any leaking so it doesn't ruin what clothing I might need to wear. Some of the nursing bras have panels which allow you to open it for nursing purposes."

"You do what's necessary to accommodate your pregnancy. Try to keep me in mind when you purchase things, and I'll live with what you have to do."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

Everyone dressed up. Master would be going out with three extremely sexy females tonight. Four if you counted Rhonda, who still wasn't here yet. I'd like to see how she liked to dress when not wearing a uniform or skimpy workout clothes.

Rhonda arrived in plenty of time to leave. She was wearing a long, red, slinky, body conforming dress with a scoop neckline. A slit up the middle of the dress to mid-thigh exposed her beautiful legs. She was made up beautifully and looked like she could be a model. Lucia greeted her with a kiss.

"You look good enough to eat," Lucia said.

"I'll hold you to that later. I wish I had a little more boob like Julia," Rhonda said, admiring my dress. "You look radiant, Julia."

"Thank you. I think your boobs are wonderful. At least you'll never have to worry about sagging. Master was concerned I might get arrested for wearing this."

"Not by me. I suppose it is more appropriate for places like Los Angeles, Las Vegas or New York community standards, rather than Fresno's, but I wouldn't consider it arrestable in a restaurant at night, though you might want to reconsider going out in daylight."

"Is everyone ready to go?" Master asked.

A chorus of yeses greeted his question. We all loaded into the car. I was in front; Lucia was in the middle of the back seat, Lisa behind Master.

On the drive, Lucia and Rhonda held hands. Rhonda said, "I heard what happened today, but not the details. Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Others have the same questions, including Master Scott and others who will be joining us at supper. I'd like to tell the story once and be done with it," Lucia said. "It's not something I feel particularly good about, but it was necessary. I don't want to repeat it more than once."

"I agree with Lucia," I said. "I was scared for my life and the life of my child. I'd prefer not having to relive it multiple times."

"I can wait," Rhonda said, "but I want you to know I find it incredibly brave, what all of you did, especially you, Lucia."

"Nobody else had to do anything but pee our pants," Lisa said. "Lucia did everything. I'll love her forever."

We all laughed. I hadn't quite peed, but I'd felt like it. Master squeezed my leg. We were the first to arrive, though Janet and Chen, along with Reneé arrived shortly after, before we'd been guided to the private room. We all went back and took a seat. Lisa and I sat on either side of Master, Lucia was beside me, with Rhonda sitting next to her. Reneé and Janet were sitting on either side of Chen on the opposite side of the table.

When Sharon came in to take drink orders and saw who it was, she said, "We don't put the long tablecloths in here because the tables are pushed together."

I'm sure she thought there might be an orgy or something. She recognized the slave collars on the slaves for what they were. I reassured here there was no intent to have sex tonight, though one never knew what might happen. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Speaking softly, I said, "I want to thank you again for what you did for me. I'll never forget it." Sharon blushed.

"I wish you'd quit reminding me. It was a moment of weakness." I laughed.

Others started to drift in, Master's parents first, then Lisa's, then mine. Master and Lisa stood to greet everyone. He told me to remain seated. The only persons they had to introduce to the others were Sergeant Meadows and Janet. They all came to me and commented on my pregnancy.

Dan, Master's father, said, "Love the dress, slave." Sandy, his mother, lovingly hit his arm.

"Ignore him, sweetie. He can be crude sometimes." She kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, Master Dan. I'm glad you like it."

Sharon started taking drink orders. When she reached me, she said, "I don't need to worry about any shenanigans again, do I?"

I pointed to Rhonda. "She's a police sergeant. I don't know if she'll allow any shenanigans."

"Hopefully, she's not as bonkers as you are." It was prophetic, in a way.

I couldn't have any alcohol, but everyone else was having wine or high balls. Mistress Dark arrived with Rose and Slut, all dressed to the nines. It was amazing, but they knew everyone else here, either because we'd just been staying with them or the Memorial Day barbecue.

After the drinks arrived, the three waitresses waiting on us took our food orders. Detective Riley arrived around eight, after the food orders were taken, but his order for food and drink was quickly taken and he was introduced to everyone he didn't know. Mostly, just the parents at this point.

As we awaited our food, we finally had a chance to discuss what happened. I started as I was the first to know what happened. I went through my part of it. Our parents were the most upset, although I'd told them Jack was dead and we didn't need to worry about him anymore, they hadn't known how close it was. I let Lucia take over the story from the point we both went into the garage. Rhonda held onto Lucia's hand tightly as she talked about letting the others out of the garage and waiting calmly on the floor as she waited for him to show up. I believed Sergeant Meadows was quite smitten with Lucia. She was going to have her heart broken when Lucia went home.

Her story finished, every one of our parents got up and hugged Lucia, thanking her for her bravery. My father, Harry, thanked her for being a dead shot and killing the bastard; rotting in prison would have been too good for him as far as he was concerned. They both huddled over me for a time, thinking how close they'd come to losing both their daughter and grandchild. Everyone asked why Lucia was here to protect us. They hadn't met her at the hospital as she didn't come on Saturday when our parents came to visit after our rape. I think they were wondering if Master had added another woman to his harem.

By this time, our food was being delivered, but everyone couldn't move, nor barely breathe, as she told them what had happened to her so long ago, how she'd been left for dead after a gang rape, developed infections which damaged her reproductive system and come as our guest to undergo treatment at the Sturgis Clinic so she could have a child. This story was new to almost everyone, and they were shocked when they heard it.

"I think sometimes God has a purpose for the bad things which happen in this world," Lucia said. "After it happened, I came to this country, met my Mistress, received help from her medically and psychologically. I learned self defense so I would never feel as scared and helpless as I did then. I came to Fresno for treatment and was in a position to help protect my friends. If it hadn't happened the way it did, I wouldn't have been in a position to help and probably still living poor in my country, married to a man I didn't and could never love. While it was horrible, I thank Him every day for the blessings I've received since."

Everyone was silent. I myself, was lost in contemplation. Pondering everything which happened the last few months, from the time Master suggested to me I could become a his slave for three weeks. How I discovered how much I loved it. Invited my friend to join me, found a business for myself, made a number of new friends. Friends who dropped everything when they knew I was hurt, friends who'd protected me, given me shelter, and loved me. I'd found a deeper, more meaningful love for my husband and Master, and my friend. I've never been particularly religious, seldom attending church. I believed in a Deity, but wondered about a place for him in my life. But just as Lucia believed everything in her life had purpose beyond the obvious, I started wondering if my life was the same.

Sharon set my plate down. I looked up at her and thanked her.

"You've got a wonderful friend," Sharon said.

"I have a lot of wonderful friends, even you, who took pity on a pathetic slave girl one night."

Sharon blushed again, and I kissed her on the lips, then whispered, "I still owe you an orgasm, should you ever wish to claim it."

She got even redder, but patted my arm. "I'll think about it."

I laughed.

We partied until eleven. Even Jerry had a chance to join us. When it started to break up, I thanked everyone for joining us and for their love and friendship, hugging everyone.

When I reached Chen and Janet, I suggested to them they might want to come tomorrow evening and Master could demonstrate how to punish disobedient slaves.

"Yes, Domina. Could we Master?" Janet pleaded.

"I think it would be a very good idea. I find myself thinking you could do better than you do and perhaps punishment would reinforce your compliance."

"Thank you, Master."

"I still haven't been punished yet for cumming without permission. Other issues intervened. We can undergo our punishment together," I told Janet.

"Yes, Domina."

As I hugged Detective Riley, he apologized to me.

"Why?"

"Because we didn't catch Jack sooner, because we're the reason he found you in the first place."

"Nonsense. He was skilled at escape and evasion. It was part of his training. If he hadn't found us, we'd still be huddling at Mistress Dark's house, scared and afraid and imposing on her friendship. Who knows how long it might have gone on? We already were considering setting a trap for him because we wanted it to be over. It's over now. It's possible Lucia is right, and everything happens for a reason. Perhaps it had to end this way."

"I'm glad you think so, but I still feel responsible."

"Then you worry over nothing. I doubt anyone else here feels you were responsible. I don't. Worry about the next case, not the past."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

******

SCOTT

The drive home was relatively quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts. It had been an alarming and scary week. I think to a certain degree, we were all drained and exhausted.

Rhonda was the one who broke the silence first.

"You really do love your Mistress, don't you, Lucia?"

"I very much do. She means the world to me."

"So there's no chance for me; for us?"

"Not for love, though I'm not one of those people who believes we can love only one person. I do care for you and will always hold a place in my heart for you, but I'll never leave my Mistress. But it doesn't mean we can't be together. Whenever I come here, I can spend time with you and you'll be welcome to visit me in LA. Mistress doesn't mind who we fuck on the side. If you come visit, I can introduce you to others of my friends. You can fuck any of them. If you can abide not being exclusive to me, I'll happily spend what time I can with you."

Lucia kissed her softly on the lips.

"I suppose I should be happy with that, but I don't think I've ever fallen for another woman as hard as I've fallen for you. You're amazing."

"So are you. Master Scott, would you have an objection to Rhonda spending the next couple days with us. She doesn't go back to work until Sunday night."

"Whatever you wish, Lucia. For saving my family, anything you want is yours," I replied.

"See, we can spend the next two days together. You can come visit in the evenings before work. I'm sure Master Scott will be happy to have both his slaves back most of the time. Since Jack is gone, I can go home to visit. Your next days off, you can drive me to LA and I'll introduce you to everyone. Mistress accumulates beautiful women. Be happy with what you can have, Rhonda, and not unhappy with what you can't. Mistress essentially saved my life. She has been everything to me. I'm happy with her and my life."

"I'll try."

"On another note, Master," Julia said. "I invited Chen and Janet tomorrow night so you can demonstrate punishment on me."

"Why are you being punished?" Rhonda asked.

"For cumming after Master said I couldn't. Don't concern yourself. This is within the range of acceptable Master/slave behavior."

"You're punished for cumming?"

"Without Master's permission. All of my sexuality is Master's to use now. Whether or not I'm allowed to orgasm, who I have sex with and when. I'm a sex slave and I'm owned."

"Still, punished for cumming? You don't have much control over that. At least I don't."

"Agreed. Master can make me cum even though I don't have permission. Then I'm punished for it."

"Punished how?"

"Spanked, paddled, whipped, denied orgasms with a Slave Trainer which keeps me on edge all the time. Forced orgasms, tied, blindfolded, gagged, the possibilities are nearly endless. For trying to take control of Mistress Darks slaves, I was caned. Those marks are still visible on my ass."

"Rhonda," I said, "the punishments aren't unlimited. Julia and Lisa have the ultimate choice of what they will tolerate. They're given a safe word, actually two in their case. If they say Alpha, whatever their punishment is must be slowed, or possibly discussed or reduced. If they say Omega, it must end. I'm happy to say they've never had to use either, and I hope they never have to."

"Master is right," Lisa said. "Punishment is often a prelude to mind blowing sex. Lucia wanted you to spank her. That's what Julia and I call good pain, and then there's bad pain. Bad pain is just pain. Stubbing your toe, cutting yourself. Good pain is different. The pain you feel after a workout, or sparring with Lucia, or a spanking with sex, even having a baby. None of those types of pain make you want to stop doing whatever caused it. You try not to burn yourself or cut yourself again because those pains do nothing for you."

"It's like the hot wax you saw me cum from," Julia said. "That was a good pain, meant to give me pleasure as much or more than to hurt me. Master has gotten good at determining when good pain could become bad pain which would make me want to stop. You don't want to stop sparring because you got beat up a little. It may cause you to strive to get better, but not quit."

"We're not saying that type of pain is for you," Lucia said. "It helps to be submissive and I doubt you are. Nor are you necessarily dominant. You may want to go through life as an equal to your partner. That's not me. Because I want to be good at protecting myself does not mean I don't want to be submissive to the right person. If you watch, you'll see what I mean."

"I don't know what to make of you people. I think you're all odd."

"I won't deny we're unlike many other people, but this is more common than you might think," I said. "Statistically, we're still in the minority, but more than 50% of people have tried some aspect of this lifestyle, whether it's tying someone down, blindfolding them, tickling or spanking. We're more into it than most, but we're by no means alone. You should do some research. I think Dom/subs are becoming more open about our preferences. I suppose people hid this more in the past, but the success of things like the Shades of Gray novels and movies and books like the ones Julia used to read means it's more open than it used to be."