A Taste of Slavery Ch. 43

"So you consider yourselves bisexual now?"

"I'd say Lisa and I are truly bisexual, because of the emotional connection. Rhonda is still probably more lesbian. She has sex with Master because she must, though she'll beg for his cock if she needs to cum. She'd much prefer fucking women. Lisa and I will fuck anything with equal gusto, though except for each other, we lean more towards cock."

"You're quite graphic in your language, I notice."

"Slave possess cunts, not pussies, though I'll occasionally use pussy if the person I'm speaking to might find cunt offensive. We don't have vaginas. Our Master doesn't have a penis. He has a cock or prick, or sometimes a dick if I'm being polite. We don't have sex, or make love. We fuck. Call a spade a spade if you're a slave, don't fancy it up. We have no more modesty. We're naked slaves now. Polite language is the domain of free society. We're no longer free to those who know us."

"So do you have sex with anyone your Master tells you to?"

"Slaves essentially, or it could be other Masters or Mistresses with his permission, but generally, only those people Master himself can fuck. If he has sex with a non-slave, we consider it to be a violation of our wedding vows as we don't consider ourselves to have an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we want. To have sex with other slaves is not. After all, through me, he's fucking three slaves, which is not a part of our wedding vows. We had to make adjustments to our thinking to allow sex with others."

"So you've had sex with other Masters?" Cindy asked.

"We did at the beginning," Lisa said. "In order to continue our slavery, we surrendered our right to fuck other Masters. Essentially, other than Master, we only fuck women."

"Why essentially?" Cindy asked.

"We are able to fuck any slave Master fucks. If he chose a male slave to fuck; we could fuck him too," I replied. "Since he doesn't have a gay bone in is body, I don't anticipate fucking other men anymore."

"Doesn't that seem patently unfair? He can fuck any female slave he wants, but you can't fuck any man you want?"

"We've surrendered our sexuality to him. We can't cum or even fuck if he doesn't want us to or we'll be punished. Since he's in control, we fuck who he tells us to. He doesn't want us fucking other men or he couldn't be our Master. We'd have to surrender our slavery or find another Master. I don't want another Master. I love him. None of us wants a different Dominant. If we enjoy fucking women and can fuck the same people he does, what difference does it make to us. We're not talking about a marriage anymore where things have to remain fair, equal and balanced for the marriage to survive. We're talking about our submission to him. That's what makes Lisa and I happy. Rhonda's submission to me makes her happy. Why can't we be happy? I'm the most content person I know. I revel in my submission to your brother. I'm having the most and best sex of my life. I've got a sister slave I love as I love him and my own slave to play with. If his fucking other slaves gives him pleasure, I don't care. Giving him pleasure makes me happy, no matter who the source of his pleasure is from."

"That sounds like upside down thinking."

"From the perspective of a free, non-Dominant, non-submissive person, not me; and not anyone else who is as submissive as I am. If I can't imagine greater happiness than what I have, what am I missing? I had a normal marriage to my husband for ten years. It was a good marriage. I would never complain about it. My relationship now is richer and deeper than anything else I've ever experienced in my life. I wouldn't change it for the world. Since you're staying here, you'll see for yourself. We won't hide anything from you."

Cindy had another Scotch. I don't know if the alcohol helped wrap her head around us or if she was thirsty. Master got home at six. Since I told her I wasn't going to hide anything from her, I told Rhonda to give our Master a blow job. Master didn't notice Cindy there until he unloaded down Rhonda's throat.

He started to remove his clothes before he saw her sitting with us in the kitchen, sipping her scotch.

"Shit!" He said, hastily zipping his pants back up. "I thought you were staying with the parents."

"She changed her mind, Master. She was apparently quite in the dark about our relationship. She knew Lisa was living with us in a polyamorous relationship, but little else. After I explained it to her, she wanted to stay here and see it for herself."

"You could have warned me, slave. I wouldn't have let Rhonda suck my cock in front of her."

"My apologies, Master. I should have warned you, but she doesn't want us hiding our true nature. I told her we wouldn't hide anything from her anymore. Since we aren't hiding anything, I suggest you shower and strip as you usually do."

"My parents are still coming over?"

"Yes, but they won't see anything they haven't already seen except you possibly fucking Rhonda. I don't think they've seen that yet."

"You've had sex in front my parents?" Cindy asked.

"Except for Rhonda, yes," I replied. "We're trying to be very open about our relationship with people who know us. We'll be having a bonding ceremony in front of friends and family in May. I expect to fuck in front of them as part of our ceremony. If they'll see it then, why not now. If they're uncomfortable, they can ask us to stop, but they haven't yet."

I still didn't think it appropriate to discuss Memorial Day. It wasn't solely my story, it was Master's and his parents. They could share or not as their choice.

"You have quite the harem here, little brother," Cindy said.

"Unlooked for. It's kind of funny as it was Julia who wanted a harem," Master said.

"A harem of women?" She asked.

"No," he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read."

"Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for."

"I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents."

"A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said.

Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."

"Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?"

"Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?"

"Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked.

"Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband."

"The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him."

"That's the one."

"So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

"Haven't you? A cock in your cunt, one in your ass, another in your mouth, all making you cum and cum and cum?" I asked.

"I don't think I've ever thought about it before."

"You should. There's nothing like it to a slave slut like me."

"Wait a minute! You've been triple penetrated?" Cindy asked, shocked.

"During the first three weeks of my slavery, Master allowed me to fuck other men. Due to the books he knew I was reading, he thought I might like to experience some of my fantasies."

"What other things have you done as a slave?"

"Sucked his cock under the table at a restaurant. Seduced a sales clerk in a dressing room at a Department Store. Fucked a food delivery driver. Orally pleasured a bunch of his friends when they won poker pots. Had my sexual services sold at an auction. Walked a part of the Pacific Crest Trail naked, fucking a couple of the strangers we met on the trail. Been spanked, paddled and whipped until cumming. Worn a Slave Trainer until I begged to cum. Fucked countless women, orally and with toys."

With each thing I listed, her mouth opened a little more until you could shove one of the Strong boys cocks in it. I still hadn't mentioned the orgy on Memorial Day. That might have dislocated her jaw.

"You did all those things too, Lisa?"

"Every one."

"What about you, Rhonda?"

"I haven't done everything on that list. Domina tries to protect me from public sex due to my profession. I've only had two men share my body at once, though between the four of us, I've had all three holes filled at once."

"My own family? Who would have believed my own family capable of this?" Cindy wondered aloud.

"My parents are in an open marriage," I said. "They date and have sex with other people, though they have no desire to leave one another. Lisa's parents participate in regular orgies. Your parents played with Bondage and Discipline. We never knew until after we became slaves. People hide a lot of what they do behind closed doors. What's the strangest thing you've ever done sexually?"

"Had sex with two men on the same day, and I felt like such a slut doing it. That wasn't even doing them both at the same time."

The three slaves laughed. "You just thought you were a slut," Lisa said. "We are sluts and loving it."

Master came back, hair damp, smelling of bath gel. Looking good enough to eat.

"Nice junk, brother," Cindy said.

"I don't think my sister should be commenting about my junk," he said.

"Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if you could comment about mine," Cindy said.

She started slowly unbuttoning her blouse, pausing as she undid the last button. If she expected one of us to stop her, she was mistaken. We were naked slaves who'd come to terms with our sexuality. Master didn't stop her either, perhaps curious about his adult sibling. She undid the last button and shrugged her blouse off her shoulders.

Underneath, she wore a lacy bra, black, and her areolae were faintly visible. She pulled down the zipper on her dress and unbuttoned the waistband, pausing again, waiting to see if we'd stop her. We didn't. She dropped the waistband and the dress dropped to the floor, puddling at her feet. She had on a matching pair of panties, pale pubic hair visible between the lace. She stepped out of the dress and reached behind her for the bra clasp, unhooking it. Waiting momentarily to see if anyone would stop her. The only one who would stop her now would be herself. Master was watching with interest, his cock starting to engorge slightly as blood left his brain and flow to his cock. It was an excellent strip show. Her shoulders shifted forward and the bra slipped down, baring her breasts, nice C cups with a puffy areola and nipples, which seemed to swell under our gaze.

She straightened up, letting her bra drop on her dress. She looked at us. We looked at her. Nobody said a word. She grabbed the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them down her hips, releasing them when there was nothing holding them up anymore. They dropped to the floor.

"Nice junk," Master said, somewhat breathlessly.

"You look good enough to eat," Rhonda said, and Cindy blushed.

She was beautiful. I'd eat her in a heartbeat. She was tall, like me, blonde like me, but blonder, more like Master. The sun made my hair lighter, but my pubes, when I had them, were darker. Her bush was blonde, the light hair doing very little to cover her cleft. She kept it trimmed on the top and sides, a nice delta, maybe trimmed shorter, though I'd probably need to run my fingers through it to be sure. She had the natural grace and athleticism of her brother, perhaps a wee bit firmer and wider in the waist than my pre-pregnancy figure. Our faces weren't all that similar except for the blonde hair.

"Her body looks a lot like yours, Julia," Lisa said. "Well she would if you weren't pregnant."

"Did you ever imagine you were fucking your little sister when you fucked me, Master?" I asked.

The question was obvious, given the similarity in our appearance. Master ignored his slave, but Cindy asked too.

"Did you imagine you were fucking me when you fucked Julia, Scott?"

Dan and Sandy rang the doorbell, Master saved from answering for the moment. He went to answer the door. I doubted he'd be able to avoid the question forever.

"Rhonda, please bring Cindy's clothes to her room, unless she'd like to put them back on for her parents." I looked at her questioningly.

"No. I want to see what this is like," she replied.

"Yes, Domina."

She gathered up Cindy's clothes and took them away. Cindy was blushing. She probably hadn't been naked in front of her mother since she was in her teens and in front of her father for longer. That was about to change in a big way. Scott brought them into the house and they saw their daughter standing there in her altogether.

"Mom, Dad, it's good to see you again."

Sandra immediately went to Cindy and wrapped her in a big, bare, bear hug. Dan was more hesitant, reacting more as he did with me, hesitant to bring me in close for the full squeeze he did when I had clothing on. Cindy wouldn't let him get away with it. She pulled him in tight until his arms went around her back, just above her bare ass.

"You decided to go naked like the rest of them, Cindy dear?" Sandy asked.

"When in Rome," she replied.

"I wish I looked nice enough to go naked," Sandy said. "It does seem comfortable."

I knew for a fact she didn't look bad for a woman of her age. I kept my mouth shut. She could choose to strip or not.

"Dinner is ready," I said. "Why don't you all have a seat in the dining room and we'll serve."

******

SCOTT

I hadn't realized Cindy had come over and now planned to stay with us. I expected her to arrive with my parents. When I came in the house, Rhonda gave me the blow job which would free her to cum for the rest of the evening. Her cock sucking was much improved and after a day without sex, it didn't take her long to extract my cum in hot spurts down her throat. I started to remove my clothes and saw Cindy sitting in the kitchen, nearly having a heart attack.

Shit!" I said, re-zipping my pants. "I thought you were staying with the parents."

Julia said, "She changed her mind, Master. She was apparently quite in the dark about our relationship. She knew Lisa was living with us in a polyamorous relationship, but little else. After I explained it to her, she wanted to stay here and see it for herself."

"You could have warned me, slave. I wouldn't have let Rhonda suck my cock in front of her."

"My apologies, Master. I should have warned you, but she doesn't want us hiding our true nature. I told her we wouldn't hide anything from her anymore. Since we aren't hiding anything, I suggest you shower and strip as you usually do."

"My parents are still coming over?"

"Yes, but they won't see anything they haven't already seen except you possibly fucking Rhonda. I don't think they've seen that yet."

"You've had sex in front my parents?" Cindy asked.

"Except for Rhonda, yes," I replied. "We're trying to be very open about our relationship with people who know us. We'll be having a bonding ceremony in front of friends and family in May. I expect to fuck in front of them as part of our ceremony. If they'll see it then, why not now. If they're uncomfortable, they can ask us to stop, but they haven't yet."

"You have quite the harem here, little brother," my sister said, pointing to the three naked women who served me.

"Unlooked for. It's kind of funny as it was Julia who wanted a harem," I said.

"A harem of women?" Cindy asked.

"No, a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read."

"Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for."

"I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents."

"A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said.

I went and took a shower. After drying myself, I wondered what the hell I should do. I knew I was going to be self conscious in front of my sister. Except for one time I'd burst into the bathroom when she was stepping out of the shower when she was seventeen and had her naked image indelibly burned in my brain, I hadn't seen her naked since we were toddlers, sharing a bath together. I doubt she'd seen me nude either. On the other hand, if she was planning on staying here for two weeks, it was nearly unavoidable she wouldn't see me naked and fucking. I liked fucking my slaves and they liked fucking me, and it didn't much matter where in the house we were at the time. One of the reasons I'd purchased our current dining room table was the heaviness of it allowed me to put a slave on it and fuck her. I knew it would hold their weight.

Damn this was going to be awkward. What the hell, fuck it! My parents had seen me naked and fucking; why not my sister. I went out naked.

"Nice junk, brother," Cindy said.

"I don't think my sister should be commenting about my junk," I retorted.

"Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if you could comment about mine," Cindy said.

Cindy began giving us the most erotic strip tease I'd ever seen, starting with her blouse. Each button lingered over, especially the last, teasing, yet perhaps waiting for someone to stop her. Who here would stop a person from getting naked?

She had a lovely, semi-transparent, lacy black bra beneath her blouse. The shadows of her nipples plain. She reached for the zipper of her dress and lowered it to the bottom. Cindy unbuttoned the waistband, pausing again, waiting to see if we'd speak. My mouth was dry. I'm not sure if I could speak even if I wanted to. She released it and the skirt dropped to the floor, a rumpled mess around her feet. She wore matching pair of panties to the bra, similarly lacy, hinting at her cleft. Fuck! If she took the rest of her clothes off, I don't think I could hide the erection I'd get. Cindy stepped out of her dress and reached behind her for her bra clasp, thrusting her breasts at us. It came undone and she paused. My cock swelled, my beating heart pumping blood to all the wrong places. Julia noticed immediately. She was always paying attention to my cock. Cindy seemed to notice as well. She looked at the floor, shrugging her shoulders and the bra dropped to her waiting hands, exposing her exquisite breasts, her nipples swelling as we watched. I wished I could slap my dick a couple times to get it to behave, but that would draw even more attention to it.

Still looking down, Cindy straightened up, dropping her bra on the dress. She looked at us. We looked back. Nobody said a word. My cock swelled more. I could feel it jutting in front of me. Cindy peeled her panties over her hips, releasing them to drop to her feet. I felt like I was choking.

"Nice junk," I said, returning her quip.

"You look good enough to eat," Rhonda said. Cindy went red.

"Her body looks a lot like yours, Julia," Lisa said. "Well she would if you weren't pregnant."

She was right. I'd never noticed it as much as I did now. They looked enough alike they could be related.

"Did you ever imagine you were fucking your little sister when you fucked me, Master?" Julia asked.

What a crazy thing to say; but looking at her now, I couldn't be positive I hadn't been attracted to Julia in the beginning because of the image of my seventeen year old sister getting out of the shower. How fucking twisted was that? I don't recall ever consciously thinking of Cindy while fucking Julia, but shit! I ignored the question.

Cindy wouldn't let the silence ride. "Did you imagine you were fucking me when you fucked Julia, Scott?"

I was saved by my parents arrival. I went to the door to let them in. Their eyes widened as they saw Cindy naked. I didn't blame them. My eyes were pretty wide at the moment.

"Mom, Dad, it's good to see you again," Cindy said.

Mom got over her surprise the quickest and went to hug her daughter, pulling her into a close embrace. Dad was more cautious. He pulled her into a loose embrace, but Cindy hugged him hard, and he gave up and squeezed her. I didn't blame him. I think if I hugged her now, my swollen meat would turn to steely shaft and I didn't want to attempt explaining that away.