A Taste of Slavery Ch. 44

Cindy decides to move back to California and has a request. This chapter contains anal, oral, lesbian and interracial sex. It has double and triple penetrations, ass to mouth, incest and taboo sex. STD's do not exist in this fantasy world. I looked up California laws on incest for the purposes of this story and was surprised at what I found. This is a very kinky chapter.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 44, Cindy's Visit, Pt 1

SCOTT

Julia had cleverly arranged for Cindy and I to spend a brief moment together again, the scene she'd chosen allowing me close to Cindy's cunt. Having Lisa busily engaged in sucking my cock as the candy reached the end and I was licking Cindy's cunt instead. She didn't tell us or fool us into having sex, leaving it up to us to decide instead. Being that close, there was no way I'd deny myself the chance to taste her and Cindy was as eager as I was, holding my head as I licked her. So once she'd been able to suck me, no matter how briefly, and I to lick her.

I was so turned on I felt I'd drown Lisa in my cum. When I pulsed, Julia kissed me, knowing Lisa would be done soon, tasting my sister on my lips. I felt depraved but was loving it. After I orgasmed, Julia put a cane in her cunt and I licked her to several orgasms, silently thanking her for the brief pleasures she'd allowed us.

I had no illusions as to whether Julia wanted this to go further. I believed she realized the brief tastes of oral sex, might not have the devastating consequences going past this point might. And a few seconds stolen under the nose of Lisa was not the same as what would happen if everyone knew. There were serious issues in doing more than we had. Doing what little we did under her watchful eye was better than doing anything on our own. In a way, she was protecting us from our own carnal lusts.

The second thing to worm its insidious way into my brain was when Julia told me she'd offered to suck Thornhill's cock if I'd permitted it after his incredible generosity towards Shasta and her family. When I learned he was giving them the house he wanted me to build, I was almost ready to suck his cock myself. After Christmas Eve, I was feeling generous with my slave and thought to myself, why not. But when I said it, the danger was over; Thornhill and his wife were gone.

Julia rightly pointed out the danger wasn't really gone. If William Thornhill was building a home in Los Angeles, and close to Brianna, or even maintaining cordial relations with her, the possibility of seeing them again was not infinitesimal. I'd as much as told her I would approve because she allowed Cindy and I a few stolen moments of passion, but was beset with my own doubts and insecurities again, thinking it might happen. I was so fucking two faced. I was married to the most wonderful woman in the world who was doing everything she could to satisfy my every desire, no matter how perverted, but still worried about her sucking some guys cock for a few minutes. I had as much sex as I could handle from three fantastic ladies, and I was concerned they might get one iota of pleasure from any man other than me.

The home he wanted me to build for him was doable if he was working to get me a license in LA. If he was willing to put up my workers while they worked on his house, I could do it, and I might be able to give him pretty good value for his money. I'd need to develop some subcontractors, but Brianna or Sam might be able to help. Sam had some work done to alter his home on Brianna's property. It would be the largest house I'd ever done, but I was capable of doing it, and lucrative as hell if he was handling the extra labor expenses. I'd even be willing to cut my profit since he had been so generous. I'd only worked with one super rich person before and while he, or should I say, his wife, had been bitchy beyond belief, William and Evelyn seemed completely different. The bad part was if I'm building his house, we would have even more contact with him, the handsome silver tongued devil, who now seemed destined to turn my life upside down again if I acknowledged my wife's desire to thank him properly.

I didn't know what to do, or did know and felt like a hypocrite for knowing. Maybe I'd talk to someone else tomorrow.

******

I left for work early so I had time to spare for other business. I called Mistress Dark from work around nine, reaching Rose. I asked for MD and was told she was currently working with a client. I asked to speak to her when she was free. She called an hour later.

"What can I do you for, Scott?"

"I'm wondering if you can give me advice."

"About what?"

"I feel guilty."

"Explain."

"I'm married to the most wonderful woman in the world, who can't do enough for me as my slave, with full access to two others, who are just as spectacular. She gave me two of the greatest Christmas gifts I've ever received, of a sexual nature. She mentioned last night she offered to give a very generous gentleman a blow job for something very nice he did for us and some friends if I would agree. She didn't tell me about it until after they left the house and I was feeling magnanimous and told her she should have asked me and she might have been surprised. Then, I was reminded we might have future contact with the gentlemen and I'm second guessing myself for quasi agreeing to let her. It's not even fucking, and I feel like a shit for wanting to say no despite how special she is to me."

"You are allowed to change your mind, Scott."

"But why? Why can't I be as generous with her as she is with me?"

"Why are some people serial killers and you aren't. She's a slave, you're a dominant. She's Julia, with all that implies, and you're Scott."

"Maybe I'm not a dominant. If I were, couldn't I just say 'Fuck No' and be happy with it. I feel like a hypocrite instead. She can give me more than I can give her. It doesn't feel fair."

"Do you think the relationship I have with Rose and Slut is fair; that I give them everything they give me? I give them a Mistress, which is what they crave. They give me their love, devotion and obedience. It is not an even exchange; it can't be, by its very nature, be equal. Are Lisa and Julia asking for more?"

"No, they tell me the same thing you are when I mention it. They enjoy their slavery and are very happy with it and don't need me to worry about it."

"Yet you worry anyway, despite what they tell you?"

"Worry is the wrong word. I'm not worried they feel mistreated. I'm concerned I'm not good enough for them. They're better than me and better than I can hope to be."

"Because you can't let them fuck other people?"

"Yes. Maybe I'm not secure enough to have confidence they're happy and content and would never leave me if I let them enjoy sex with other people. You let Rose and Slut fuck other people, both men and women, who are your emotional competitors and other strangers and it doesn't seem to bother you."

"You and I are different people Scott, and I use them in my business, so it's different. But I'm not immune to feelings of insecurity and jealousy. Perhaps I hide it better and don't question it as much as you. I felt very insecure when Julia managed to make my slaves her slaves, even if only temporarily and in my absence. I felt jealous of her and betrayed by my slaves. If I'd allowed all my feelings to control me, I might have caned Julia's back and ass bloody. That's how distraught I was. I try to separate my emotions from the equation and act with more discipline and control of myself. Coming from a place of anger, fear, or other negative emotions is not the place from which you should discipline your slave. It should come from love. If you are angry at one of your slaves, don't punish them. I waited to punish mine after Rose told me until I got all the guilty parties together. I had time to gain control over myself. If you don't want them having sex with other men, don't let them."

"How do I get over the guilt?"

"I can't answer that. Why not ask yourself the opposite question? If you fucking other people makes you feel guilty because you don't want them to fuck others, why don't you quit fucking other people? Now you're all in the same boat and you're not withholding from them what you can enjoy yourself. Quit fucking other women and they don't have to fuck other men. Keep it between you three, or four if Rhonda remains in the mix."

That was an answer. Quit fucking Zoe, Dawn, Lucia, Rose, Slut or anybody else who might occasionally get thrown in the mix like Alice or Cindy. Make it a tight knit little group of four, and quit adding other people. I used to be happy with one. Two more was gravy. Or I could just get over myself. Did I have the slightest evidence or even a hint they were unhappy with me and had any desire to leave me for anyone else. Would that ever change even if I allowed them to fuck someone else? Because Julia would be willing to suck Thornhill's cock, was she determined and ready to jump ship and find someone else? How much did she have to prove to show me she was mine? She demonstrated to me over and over how devoted she was to me.

"You still there, Scott?"

"Yeah, just thinking about what you said."

"Thinking how hard it would be to give up the extra quim? Guilt playing games with your desire?"

"You know me so well."

"Actually, not as well as you think. Men in general, I have a pretty good grasp of. Most men wouldn't ever feel guilty for fucking as many people as their wife or slave would let them. A lot will fuck others despite not having their significant others permission and knowledge. Nobody has ever questioned to me, their own motivations in not allowing their slave to fuck others. Their slaves fuck who they want them to fuck and nobody else. They aren't guilty about it. You're the first to ever say I get to fuck everyone, why can't I let my slaves do the same? Doesn't happen. Makes you unique in my book."

"Thanks. You gave me a lot to think about anyway. Listen, one more question. Do you ever get any men coming in who just want training as a sub, but don't have a dominant yet?"

"Very seldom. Women do it more often, maybe testing if it's really for them. I've maybe had two men just show up for sub training, and they might have been hoping I'd take them on. I think they wanted a woman dominant," she responded.

"Just out of curiosity, keep an eye out for someone who might fit the bill?"

"For you?" Amazement in her voice. "You want a male slave?"

"Well, he should be more interested in cunt than cock. I haven't decided yet if I want one. I'm still thinking about it."

"You still surprise me, Scott. I don't know what to make of you."

"Thank you Michelle."

The other thing I did was tell Jerry we had a thirty to forty million dollar home we'd be building in Los Angeles and I'd keep him informed. Then I called Mr. Thornhill's business manager and got all the details for both houses. I also got Mr. Thornhill's personal number as I wanted to make a suggestion for his new home.

I called him after I got his number.

"Mr. Thornhill, I've decided I'd like to build your home in Los Angeles."

"Thank you, Mr. Rivers. I'd really love to work with you."

"Julia told me who the Fresno house is for. I'm assuming you wish it to remain a surprise until it's finished?"

"I would, yes."

"Sir, your generosity is overwhelming. I can't thank you enough for helping out like you did. I have a suggestion for your home if you're interested."

"I always encourage people to come to me with new ideas."

"I can set up every room in the house the way I designed the bed frame. With lots of hidden suspension points, stocks, crosses, benches and everything else a dominant might need to keep a certain slave on her toes. None of it would be apparent to the casual observer, but it would all be handy for use."

"You intrigue me, Mr. Rivers. Submit that with your plans. I'll take a look at it, but I'm inclined to say yes."

"Thank you for your trust in me and my company."

"You're welcome."

******

JULIA

Shasta was at the house before 7:30. "We need materials for an Alaskan King bed frame, Julia. I want to start today. Soon as we get the stuff, I start working on it through lunch, stay as late as you let me stay to keep working on it."

I called in the order to Lowe's from a material list, charging it to Scott's account.

"They said everything will be here by two. You'll be able to start on it tonight. When are you going to have your surgery done?"

"When his first bed is made."

"I don't know if Reneé's and Janet's Masters will give them the extra time. You can check with them yourself, but I'll give anyone else who wants to help time and a half on their wages for two hours each night, until seven. After then, my family usually wants to play and they may not wish to stay."

"Thank you. You don't need to pay me extra. I'm doing this 'cause I want to, not have to. How late can I stay?"

"If you don't care what you might be exposed to, you may work until 9:30, at which time we'd like the noise to end. You can take an extra half hour to shower, use the pool or hot tub to refresh yourself, then leave by 10:00. We're up by 6:30, so you can arrive then to get started if you wish."

"Can I work weekends too?"

"You may. Don't be offended by what you might witness. There is usually lots of sex and other things on the weekends."

"It mostly happens in rest of house and pool area, not in the basement?"

"None of it happens in the basement," I assured her.

"His bed going to be done in a week, if I have to do it myself."

"I believe Mr. Thornhill would appreciate it a great deal, Shasta. It's important to people they know their generosity is returned with gratitude. I offered to suck his cock, with Master's permission."

"Did he ask for it?" She seemed upset he'd ask for a sex act for it.

"He didn't ask for it, nor did he accept it. I offered because I was grateful and I'm a sex slave and our gratitude is frequently expressed with sex. He declined."

"You ask in front of his missus? His wife didn't care you ask to suck his cock?"

"I don't know if his wife cared or not. His wife is his sex slave. I asked in front of her so she knew everything was in the open and not done behind her back. He can answer in accordance with whatever rules they have."

"Evelyn Thornhill is a sex slave, like you. She richer than God!"

"Yes. There were lot's of indications. The collar/necklace she had around her neck, the way she addressed him constantly as sir. Of course, the best indication is when she stripped so I could demonstrate all of the bed's functions on his naked slave. You didn't think he wanted the bed frame solely as a bed, did you?"

She laughed. "No, I guess not. Be pretty expensive. You white folk are damn freaky; you know that?"

"Black folks do it too, Shasta. Rhonda is only one example. I know of others, and I've licked the cunts of Asians, both Japanese and Chinese, someone from India, a Swedish woman. Although the others of different races I know are submissive, there are black Master's and Mistresses as well. We ship our bed frames to all parts of the world. Dominants and submissives exist in every part of society, just like everyone else."

"Is it all voluntary?"

"No. I suspect some slaves are actual slaves, kept against their will. Many in what we consider the free world would be voluntary, but there are evil people everywhere. Human sex trafficking is big business, maybe thirty billion dollars worldwide."

The others arrived for work and we got started. I heard Shasta talking to the others about working extra to get the bed done. Charlotte, Melanie and Alice all said they'd like the extra money and agreed to work until seven. Reneé and Janet said they'd speak to their Master's about it and let Shasta know tomorrow.

Cindy came down to say goodbye around nine. She was taking a Lyft to visit her parents again and wouldn't be back until eight and not to wait on supper for her. I hugged her and sent her on her way.

******

At five, Lisa and I quit to clean up and make supper. Rhonda was already working on it. I kissed her and sent her down to take orders from the four staying until seven or later for sandwiches and salad. Reneé and Janet worked for an extra half hour before they'd have to leave. When Master arrived, I told him what Shasta was doing and who was staying and he smiled and said he'd wait until after seven to get comfortable. After everyone but Shasta left at seven, Master got naked and we got in the hot tub to relax awhile. Lisa and Master had a bottle of beer; Rhonda and I had water. Rhonda had to work again tonight.

Cindy got home and came out naked, filling the hot tub to capacity.

"I told Mom and Dad I'm moving back to California today," she said.

"That's wonderful, Cindy. It will be nice having you around more often," Master said.

It didn't sound so wonderful to me. It sounded like a horrible idea. Nevertheless, I expressed my pleasure as well, so as not to upset the apple cart, but I asked to speak to her in private.

We went inside the house and I took her to our bathroom and locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "The only reason I've allowed you to take the liberties I have, is because you'd be going home after two weeks. Knowing how you and Master feel about one another, don't you think moving back here is the epitome of recklessness? You can't fuck one another, and if you live here, what do you think the odds would be it might eventually happen?"

"I know that. I wouldn't be moving to Fresno, I was thinking of Los Angeles or San Francisco, or even San Diego."

That made me feel a little better. "It's still only a few hours away by car, not across the damn country."

"It took me five hours to fly here, add in take off and landing, clearing security and cut off three hours for the time zone change. What's that in hours; the drive time to LA in heavy traffic and faster than it would take to drive to San Diego? If we wanted to fuck that bad, the distance was not going to stop us. Look, I know what we've done so far is reckless and I thank you for the opportunity to do what you've allowed. I know we can't do more than that, and I'm not expecting it. Mom and Dad would be devastated, but knowing I can have what I've had with you and Scott without recriminations, makes this possible for me. I don't need to hide in another part of the country anymore. I have another favor to ask."

"What?" I asked warily.

"I want you to treat me like a slave some more. I enjoyed what happened last Friday, but I realize it wasn't a real test. A lot of the excitement was due to Scott being there, watching me. I want to know more. Everything; the spankings, the whippings, the bondage, the discipline. If I enjoy it as I expect to, I want to be trained as a slave. I spoke to Mom about her experiences with it. I want to know for myself."

"I can't train you and neither can Master. Neither of us can fuck you."

"I know. Mom told me you knew a slave trainer, Mistress Dark. If I enjoy what you do with me, I'd like to be trained by her before my vacation is over and I leave for home to prepare to move."

"Who will you get as your Dominant. I remind you, it can't be anyone here. Even my Master's friend dominants would be too close."

"As I mentioned, I'm inclined to seek a Mistress. I'm guessing I'm more lesbian or bi than heterosexual. I was hoping I might end up with Lucia's and Zoe's Mistress if I live in Los Angeles, or perhaps she would know someone in San Francisco or San Diego if I end up moving there."

"If you accept Brianna as your Dominant, you'd end up fucking Zoe, like I do," I said. "Sharing the same woman your brother fucked."

"And I used to be jealous of her for fucking him. Kind of ironic and erotic, isn't it. I get wet thinking about it."