A Taste of Slavery Ch. 43

Scott's sister spends Christmas with our family. This chapter contains scenes of normal sex, oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, interracial sex with a whisper of incest. If those topics offend you, please look elsewhere for your reading material. STD's don't exist in this fantasy world.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 43 - Christmas

JULIA

Lisa, Shasta and I interviewed six women on Monday. The second one we interviewed appeared confused by our requirement we would appreciate it if they would accept our nudity. She started to strip when she came in for the interview. She had her blouse off and skirt unzipped before we could stop her.

"Wait!" I said, "you don't have to remove your clothes. Put them back on."

She stopped. "I thought it was a requirement of the job."

"It's not a strip club," I said. "You don't have to work naked. It's just that right now, all of us prefer to work naked. We're used to it and enjoy it, but you don't have to. You can work clothed or naked. It's all women, so you don't have to worry about men grabbing you. It's not important to us either way. We're just hoping to find someone who isn't offended by our nudity. Nor are you required to be submissive to anyone, nor to have sex with anyone. Four of us are submissives, but it's not a requirement for the job. Two of us aren't, including Shasta. You don't have to touch us and we won't touch you. The only important qualities to us is can you learn how to work wood, that you work hard when you show up to work and don't slack and show up on time. Please put your clothes back on. We don't want the others to think they have to strip either."

She put her clothes back on. She looked more relaxed and more focused on the job after she did.

"I don't know why I thought it was a sex job, maybe because of where it was advertised and because it mentioned nudity. I really didn't want a sex job. I just need a better paying job."

"My name is Lisa. This is my partner, Julia, and our lead worker, Shasta. We don't need sex workers, we need wood workers," Lisa said. "Do you have any experience in carpentry?"

"No, but I'm willing to learn."

"It's fifteen dollars to start for inexperienced workers," I said. "After you learn the job, no matter how quickly or slowly you learn, you get a raise. Learning the job consists of being able to do every step in the construction process from when the supplies are delivered to the finished product going out the door. We can either pay you more per hour, or pay you $15 plus a percentage of our profits. We consider our profits at this point to be $30,000 monthly. Your percentage, if you choose to accept it, would be two percent of that or $600 more a month. We think as a company we could do up to another $20,000 more a month total of which 50% is ours provided we have two dedicated and skilled workers, which puts your profit percentage at $800 a month. We think we have that much growth built in because we're five weeks behind in our orders. Choose the bonus or take $17 an hour with future raises to come, your choice. You don't have to decide now. What we want for our business is for our employees to be happy and to be able to share in our growth. Are you interested in the job and do you believe you can learn how to work wood?"

"Hell yes, I'm interested and I can learn anything."

We asked her a number of other questions to which she provided good answers. When she was done, we let her out and discussed her.

"At first, I thought she was a little dim, thinking she had to strip, but maybe the ad wasn't worded as well as I hoped. I liked her."

"I did too," Shasta said. "She's got good attitude and seemed eager to learn, especially after she realized she wouldn't have to fuck anyone."

"Let's see what the rest are like," Lisa said. "Make a decision after we speak to all of them."

Out of the six applicants, two of them looked good and we hired them both. Neither of them had jobs and could start tomorrow. One of them was our stripper, whose name was Charlotte. The other one's name was Melanie. Charlotte was 33 and a single mother; and Melanie six years younger, single but dating with a boyfriend. Melanie reminded me of Sarah a little; a strong, athletic type, not really thin. Charlotte had a slimmer figure, more like Lisa.

They both showed up for work on time, and I spent a couple hours going over all the hiring paperwork with them as I was becoming the least valuable worker due to my pregnancy. After it was all filled out, I brought them downstairs and introduced them to the others. I saw their eyebrows go up when they saw everyone else was nude, but didn't say a peep, not even after I stripped off and waddled around. They both chose remained dressed, and we didn't say squat about it, nor did they comment on our lack of attire. We showed them what we built and got them started on sanding, staining and varnishing, none of which was particularly taxing.

Both of them wore clothing the first week, jeans and tees. Due to the heat at which we kept the house normally to allow for our nudity, Melanie broke first. She took off her t-shirt and jeans and finished the day in her underwear. Alice and Shasta both laughed, but didn't make fun, so she wasn't sure why they laughed.

"You think my body is ugly?" She bristled.

"No honey," Alice replied. "It's nicer than mine, truth be told. We're laughing because we were the same way when we started. Wearing clothes for about the first week, then taking off more and more. Coming to work in a swimsuit, a bikini, usually, the second week. Finally, we just faced the inevitable and took our clothes off. It's a hell of a lot more comfortable."

"How do you stand the temperature in here?" Melanie asked.

"The boss and her partner are both submissive. You know what that means?"

"A little, I guess. I saw where the job was advertised."

"Well," Shasta said, "it mean her husband is her Master," she pointed at me, "and Lisa is her lover-partner, she have the same Master, plus they lovin' up each other. Their Master like them naked in the house, no company comin' over, so he can fuck them any time he here. Those two," she pointed to Reneé and Janet, "got their own Masters and they like them naked too. They get used to bein' naked, get to likin' it. Since they naked all the time, keep the house warm so they don't get cold. Why it's hot in here and Alice and I go naked, we get to like it too, 'cause it's more comfortable. Nobody bother us 'cause we're naked, so it makes no difference. You can wear what you want, but I say, might as well get comfortable. You get to like it too."

Charlotte took off her tee shirt and jeans too, without another word.

"Their Master don't get home until around six, so you can shower or use the pool to cool off, get dressed after," Shasta said. "He won't bother you either if you're not shy and choose to stay naked."

"I doubt my boyfriend would be pleased if I were naked with another man here," Melanie said.

"Then get dressed before he comes home," Alice said. "I'm working naked because I choose to, not because I have to."

Inside another week, they were both working naked as well.

******

Before Master left for work one day, while Lisa was still asleep, I asked, "When is your sister, Cindy, scheduled to arrive, Master, and are we picking her up at the airport, or your parents? And where is she staying?"

"She's scheduled to arrive this Friday before Christmas. I was hoping you and Rhonda could pick her up so I don't miss any work. Rhonda's off that night, so she won't need as much sleep. She's scheduled to stay with my parents. They weren't sure how she'd react to our relationship."

"She does know about us, doesn't she?"

"Knowing and seeing it lived out are entirely different matters. They wanted to be sure how accepting she would be before exposing her to the reality. Essentially, it may mean their own games with D/s come out too."

"How long is she staying?"

"A little over two weeks. She leaves on a Sunday."

"It's been so long since we've seen her."

"It has. I don't know what she's been up to."

"Why hasn't she ever gotten married?"

"I don't know."

"Would you like your cock sucked now?" I asked.

"Very much, slave."

I gave him his morning blow job until he exploded down my throat. I gratefully swallowed his seed.

******

Later that same day, I pulled Shasta aside.

"Are you and your family doing anything for Christmas?"

"Nothing special, the usual. Just us."

"Master told me how much Cedric and Bernice enjoyed coming for burgers. Our parents and Master's sister, Cindy, are coming on Christmas Day for turkey and ham. Would you like to join us?"

"I don't want to intrude."

"You're not intruding. We're inviting you. Cedric is the only child who would be there and children make Christmas more fun, don't you think. They're always so excited."

"You all won't be naked, will you?"

I laughed. "Well, we have been naked in front of our parents, but we've never been naked in front of his sister, and Lisa's parents are the only ones comfortable being nude, so no, we won't. We're not even sure if Master's sister will accept our lifestyle choices. We'll probably be walking on eggshells around her until we know."

"I'll check with Momma, see what she want, but unless I say no, plan on us coming."

I squeezed her hand. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to it."

Lisa, Rhonda, Master and I all kicked in $2500 apiece, giving us another $10,000. I hoped it would be sufficient for the surgery she required. I was so looking forward to giving it to her.

******

Cindy's plane was arriving at 3:05 PM. Rhonda and I arranged to be at the airport cell phone lot at 2:55, where we'd wait for her call after she picked up her luggage. As we waited, I had Rhonda caress my pussy while I kept an eye out for anyone who paid more than passing interest in our car. I had three lovely orgasms while we waited. Rhonda had none. Perhaps I'd see to her needs later; perhaps not.

Her plane was actually a couple minutes early and she called around 3:30 as she wasn't flying first class and had to wait to disembark.

As I drove to the terminal, Rhonda licked her fingers clean. I gave her last minute instructions.

"You will address Master's sister as 'Miss Cindy', unless otherwise instructed by me or Master. You will defer to her and provide services as she requires."

"You mean fucking, Domina?" Rhonda asked.

"No sex. I'm talking about food, or something to drink. Just make her comfortable. I'm not sure you should be fucking Master's sister. It seems off somehow. We don't even know how she feels about lesbian sex. We're not sure how she feels about us. It's been four years since we've seen her. She knows about us, but we don't know what she thinks about us."

"Yes, Domina."

We pulled up to the United arrival door and Cindy was waiting at the curb. I got out and gave her a big hug while Rhonda put her bags in the trunk.

"My goodness," she said, "you look ready to pop."

"I feel the same way," I replied. "I'll be happy to lose all the extra weight when he's born."

We didn't dawdle as there were a number of cars waiting to pick people up at the curb. As soon as we were ready to go, we left, Cindy in the front seat and Rhonda in the back.

Cindy turned to face Rhonda, sitting behind me. "Hi, I'm Cindy Rivers, Scott's sister. Who are you?"

"Hello, Miss Cindy, I'm Rhonda Meadows."

"Oh, yes, Scott and Julia's police officer friend. My parents told me they had a friend staying with them. Please call me, Cindy."

Rhonda looked at me. So much for Dan and Sandra informing her of the situation around our house. No wonder they wanted her staying at their house. If Cindy didn't know who we were and what we did, how could she ever accept us for us?

Might as well let the cat out of the bag. "Rhonda is not our friend," I said. "She's my sex slave, and through me, to your brother. I'm his sex slave."

Cindy laughed, amused apparently. "I'm pretty sure Lincoln freed the slaves with the Emancipation Proclamation, even sex slaves."

"We're not talking about involuntary servitude, Cindy, which still exists and is illegal. We're talking about voluntary slavery where one person agrees voluntarily to serve another of their own free will; Dominance and Submission. Slave, show Cindy your collar."

Rhonda was wearing the metal collar I purchased for her at Brianna's when I was tattooed. It looked like a choker style necklace, except for the words 'Julia's Sex Slave' discretely engraved on it. It's what I allowed her to wear when she left the house, not going to work. She removed the collar and handed it to Cindy who inspected it, including the engraving. She looked back at Rhonda.

"Now show her your cunt, slave," I ordered.

Rhonda lifted her dress to her waist. The gold hoop puncturing her labia became visible. There was a small golden brass badge suspended from it.

"What does your badge say, slave?"

"Slut Slave, Domina."

"The only reason I'm not wearing a similar device on my cunt, is delivering a child with one might cause tearing. I will get my pussy piercing after I have Junior. You may cover yourself, slave."

"Yes, Domina." Rhonda lowered her dress.

"Why does your slave, excuse me, Rhonda, call you Domina?" Cindy asked.

"I'm her Mistress, but as a slave myself, do not feel I should be addressed as Mistress, so she calls me Domina. The Romans used the term to refer to anyone in positions of authority, including slaves."

"And she's a police officer?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, which is why we know we're not doing anything illegal. When she goes to work, she's allowed to remove symbols of her submission so her identity as a submissive is protected. The rest of the time, she wears the symbols of her slavery."

"Is this why my parents insisted I stay with them?"

"I suspect so. I thought you knew about our situation."

"I knew you, Scott and Lisa were all living together in some kind of ménage a trois," she said. "I didn't know about this slavery shit. How the hell did Scott ever talk you into this?"

"He didn't talk me into it. It's more that I talked him into it."

"What? Wait a minute. You asked for this?"

I explained to Cindy how I read books on sex slavery, women submitting to strong Masters. How Master offered to let me experience it for a period of three weeks. How Lisa joined us; and how neither of us wanted to stop once it was ending and we begged Master to allow us to continue serving as his permanent sex slaves which is when we became a polyamorous throuple. Then I explained how Rhonda became my sex slave, that even though I loved being dominated by Master, I also enjoyed dominating women. By the time we were finished, we'd been sitting outside Dan and Sandy's house for fifteen minutes.

"And my parents know all this?" Cindy asked, still astounded.

"They've witnessed acts of slavery on Lisa's and my parts. Your father administered a spanking to me."

I'd let someone else explain Memorial Day. It was too much to explain at this point and not just my story to tell to Master's sister and about her parents.

"Take me to your house. I want to stay there, provided you have room for me."

"We have room. Only Rhonda has her own room as she works nights and has to sleep most days. The rest of us sleep in the Master Bedroom together, as does Rhonda when she's not working, like today."

"Great. I'm staying with you. I need to see this. I still don't believe what I'm hearing."

"You'll have to tell Dan and Sandy you're staying with us. They were planning on coming this evening anyway so you could meet everyone."

She pulled out her phone to call them, and I headed to our house. This was going to be an interesting visit.

After the call ended, during which Cindy expressed disappointment she wasn't told any of this, I said, "Dan and Sandy played a little with Dominance and Submission when they were younger."

"What? My Mom was Dad's sex slave?"

"I don't think it went that far. It seemed to only occur when you kids weren't around, but it involved some bondage and discipline. Master didn't know about it either. Dan didn't want their children thinking they could boss their mother around, so it never occurred in front of you. We only learned of it after my slavery started."

Cindy was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to say.

"When we get home, Rhonda and I will strip off our clothes. Sex slaves aren't allowed clothing in the house except when we have guests who are unaware of our status. Since you know, we'll be nude. Don't be shocked."

She nodded, still speechless. We arrived at the house just as work was ending for the day. All of our workers came up the stairs, all of them naked. Seven bare ass naked ladies, all ending work. Charlotte and Melanie attempted to cover themselves, unsure of who Cindy was and not quite used to the blatant nudity the rest of us were. Rhonda and I were removing our clothes which made them feel slightly better about their own nudity.

"Everyone, this is my Master's sister, Cindy. She's going to be staying with us a couple weeks over Christmas. Cindy, this is Lisa, who you met when she was our next door neighbor. This is Janet, who moved in next door with her Master, Chen. She was the first of our new employees. Reneé, wave your hand. Reneé is the second employee. She lives with her Master, Jerry, who you've met. He works with Master. They're both engaged to and marrying their Masters next year. Alice and Shasta both started at the same time, and Charlotte and Melanie both started a few weeks ago which is why they're so shy and trying to hide their lady bits."

"Are you all slaves?" Cindy asked.

"Honey," Shasta said. "I ain't no mother fuckin' slave to anybody. We're naked cause they keep the house warm for their own nudity and it's too hot for clothes. We got used to the freedom of no clothes. Ain't cause we're slaves. You stay here long, you probably end up naked like the rest of us."

"None of the last four women we hired are slaves," Lisa said, stepping forward. "It's good to see you again Cindy. It's been a long time."

Lisa enveloped her in a naked hug, which Cindy didn't know quite how to accept. She didn't want to wrap her arms around Lisa's naked body for fear she'd grab something wrong. There is nothing to grab wrong on a slave.

The women all left to shower or take a quick dip in the pool before dressing to leave. I had Rhonda bring Cindy's bags to one of the spare bedrooms. Lisa and I started dinner, Rhonda joining us after delivering the luggage.

"Can I offer you a drink, Miss Cindy?" Rhonda asked.

"Scotch rocks," she replied, "and please just call me Cindy."

"Not without Domina's permission, Miss Cindy." She got down the Scotch and started the drink.

"Could you please tell Rhonda to call me by my name?"

"As the slave of a slave, I expect Rhonda to use honorifics when speaking to her superiors. She's the lowest of the low. She even addresses Lisa as Miss Lisa."

"I don't wish to be called Miss anything. Tell her to call me Cindy."

"Slave, you may address Miss Cindy as Cindy if she wishes."

"Yes, Domina."

Cindy had a million more questions. We answered them all to the best of our ability.

"I noticed you and Lisa have a tattoo?"

"Yes, identifying us as Master's slaves. You want to look closer. It's right over my cunt."

"Later perhaps. Since you all sleep together, I'm assuming you all have sex with one another?"

"We do," I answered.

"Had you ever had sex with women before you became slaves?"

"Julia and I never had sex with other women before our slavery. Rhonda is a lesbian who never had sex with a man before hers," Lisa responded. "Now we have sex with whoever our Dominant allows. As sex slaves, we are highly sexed creatures who crave sexual gratification. We're happy to receive it from whatever source we may. In Julia's case, it's not just sex. We're married in all but name. It's also an emotional connection, which we're beginning to share with Rhonda as well, since she's chosen to join our group."