A Taste of Slavery Ch. 45

I called Master and told him his parents could come. I also told him William Thornhill was staying there while looking for property for his new house in LA. Master was silent at the news.

Finally, he said, "I'll let my parents know and tell them to be here Friday at noon for the trip to LA."

"Yes, sir."

Going downstairs, I told Lisa we were going to LA on Friday at noon so Cindy could meet Brianna and explore her as a possible Mistress. We'd be returning on Sunday. I also told her William Thornhill was staying there. Shasta's ears pricked up.

"Mr. Thornhill in LA right now where you're going?"

"Yes."

"Can I come too?"

"I'm not sure Brianna's going to have room, Shasta. Master's parents are going to be coming as well. I understand it's going to be crowded with all the extra people."

"I don't need a room. I can get a motel, or sleep in the car. Give me a chance to say thanks in person to all the people who help me, don't even know me."

"If you don't mind sharing a bed with someone, it's probably not necessary you sleep in the car."

"I don't need to have sex with anyone, right?"

"Never without your consent. As slaves, we must do many things for our Dominants, but it is never without consent. It is the most crucial part of our slavery."

"I can go then?"

"I'll let Brianna know you're coming."

I texted Brianna once more to let her know Shasta was coming. She let me know everyone would be delighted to meet her.

This was going to be an unusual visit.

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SCOTT

I called Thornhill's business manager on Monday and told him Shasta was eager to move out of her current neighborhood because her rapists still lived in her neighborhood and gave him two or three sections of the town which weren't outrageously expensive but far from her current neighborhood. He said he'd find something as fast as he could.

Then Julia called and said Brianna was eager to meet Cindy to see if they'd be compatible and wondered if we could visit this weekend before Cindy left. It sounded great to me and I eagerly agreed. Then she told me the Thornhill's would be there at the same time.

Once again I was faced with the potential fallout from my own big mouth. Feeling incredibly grateful towards Julia for her generous spirit in conniving to provide what opportunities she could to have stolen moments with Cindy and the overwhelming generosity of William Thornhill towards Shasta, I'd blurted out she would have been surprised if she asked me to suck his cock.

After agreeing to build his house for him, I'd assumed there might come a time when I'd have to pay the piper for my rash words, but this weekend was not when I was prepared for it. I doubt she'd forgotten what I told her, otherwise, why bother telling me he was staying there with his wife. She was letting me prepare myself. I could always say no, change my mind, say I wasn't ready yet and Julia wouldn't say a peep about it. The lack of recrimination on her part wouldn't ease the disgust I'd feel for myself if I said no.

I felt like shit now and she hadn't even asked me. My preliminary guilt caused me to do something else I might end up regretting later; I called Mistress Dark to check with her contact and see if he'd accept submission to me and if he would, to set up an interview with him next Monday after our trip to LA. She told me she'd let me know.

The next few days went easier for me, though several items were in the back of my mind. Both Julia and I gave our workers a half day off on New Year's Eve day. I took them out that night, Luigi's, which is a tradition which Julia and I started several years before. My one regret was Cindy wasn't with us, still undergoing training at Mistress Dark's. New Year's Eve was a big night for Luigi's and everyone was working, including Sharon. We got seated in her section. Sharon had met Rhonda before, but never as a slave. Julia introduced them.

"Good evening, Sharon. Happy New Year's. Do you remember Rhonda?"

"The police officer, right?"

"One and the same. She's now my lovely slave girl," Julia said.

Sharon looked around at all of us. "You people are fucking nuts; you know that don't you?"

"I don't feel crazy," I said. "Do any of the rest of you feel a couple bubbles off dead center?"

"Not me," Julia said, giving a quick kiss to Rhonda. "Nor I," Lisa replied. "I just feel very fortunate and happy with my life."

"I'm good," Rhonda said, her kiss over. "Domina told me what you did for her. I feel I should repay you for treating my Domina so kindly."

"No thanks. I'm fine."

"Sharon," Julia said, "we've decided we can't have our bonding ceremony here at Luigi's as we want to be naked slaves when we bond and don't feel the management of Luigi's would welcome it. We've decided to hold it at a friends estate in Los Angeles instead. You and your husband are invited if you wish to attend. We'll provide some type of driving service to and from LA, and a motel for your stay there. There will be a wonderful reception with fantastic food and alcohol. Since you were there at the beginning of my slavery, I feel you should be there when I finalize it. I warn you many of the guests may be naked, but it's not necessary for you or your husband to be nude."

Sharon's first instinct was to say no and her mouth opened to say it, then she closed it, thinking.

"Let me think about it. I'm sure my husband would like a ride down to LA and a motel stay and good food and drinks. If the women are as pretty as you three, I'm sure he wouldn't mind the view either. When would it be?"

"Around mid-May, close to the one year anniversary of my slavery starting. You'll have plenty of notice to get time off from work."

"I'll consider it and let you know. Here's our special menu for the evening. There will be complimentary champagne served around midnight."

"I need to leave before then," Rhonda said. "I have to work tonight. Crime never sleeps."

"I'll speak to my manager; see if I can open a bottle early for you."

"Thank you, Sharon. No wonder my Domina speaks so highly of you. You're very kind."

Sharon returned with an open bottle of champagne.

"You may have the bottle, in case everyone else needs to leave early as well."

As Sharon poured a glass for Rhonda, I could see her whispering to Sharon. Sharon blushed. I could ask Rhonda about it, but thought it would be more fun asking Sharon since she'd been embarrassed by it.

As she poured Master a glass, I asked her what Rhonda whispered to her.

"It was nothing," she said, though she was still red.

"You're still blushing from whatever it was. You look like a valentine."

"She said she was a lesbian and could make me cum hard for pleasuring her Domina."

I laughed. "She could too."

"You're all so fucking naughty. I don't know why I tolerate you."

"Because our antics amuse you. You don't know whether to be offended or intrigued."

Sharon giggled. "I sure have a great deal to think about after one of your visits."

She moved on down to Lisa and poured hers. We left at 10:15 so Rhonda could get ready for work.

******

I mostly watched football interspersed with sex on New Year's Day. I was still thinking about the trip to LA on Friday, wondering what I was going to do, and still distressed I was having so much trouble with the idea of my slave fucking other men, even just sucking one. She was so fucking good to me. The second thing bugging my contemplation was what I was going to do with my sister during the poker game tomorrow. If she was going to be a sex slave, it's something she should experience, but it was my sister and I did have unnatural feelings for her. Was I going to watch her sold off and fucked by someone else? If I didn't, I was one sick puppy.

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JULIA

Mistress Dark returned Cindy on Thursday morning, arriving the same way she left, in MD's slave transport. While everyone else worked, I went to the grocery store to buy what we needed for the poker game. Cindy went with me. We had extensive conversations during our shopping trip.

"I don't get to decide what happens to you tonight, slave, but frequently new slaves are subject to be used at the Thursday poker games. It happened to me. It happened to Lisa and Reneé and it happened to Rhonda."

"How are you used, Domina?" Cindy asked.

"Orally service the winner of each hand for two minutes and an auction for your sexual services for fifteen minutes using only the winnings from the game. Another time, Rhonda was available as an hors d'oeuvres for the players to dine on during breaks or when they were out of a round. On Memorial Day, I was sold to one person for a half hour, and two others for another half hour. I was well fucked."

"It doesn't sound so bad," Cindy said. "I'm sure I might enjoy it, Domina."

"It's not bad, I enjoyed my time immensely. There is nothing as arousing as being sold, knowing you must do what the highest bidder wants, if even for that short time, and not knowing who will purchase you and avail themselves of you; man or woman. Will you be sucking cock or licking cunt? Will they choose to fuck your mouth, your cunt, or your ass? The mystery makes it exciting."

"Why won't you decide what happens tonight, Domina?"

"I am my Master's slave. It will be his decision. He should treat you the same as any other slave, but you're his sister and he loves you more than he should, and in a way he should not. He may not wish to see you fucked by other men, much as he doesn't want Lisa or I fucked by other men either as we are his possessions. I think he may consider you his possession as well. He's wrong. He can't fuck you. Therefore, he shouldn't restrict who you do fuck, but he may not be capable of making a rational judgement where you are concerned. I think he will accept you having a Mistress. Women don't bother him as much. If you want to be treated as a slave and not as his sister, you may need to speak to him yourself, make your needs and desires known."

"I should tell him I should be used tonight, Domina?"

"Not necessarily that you should be used, but not to treat you as his sister or his slave. He must give you up, or if will eventually end in disaster, arrest and shame for you and your parents. Because I understand his love of you and yours for him, doesn't mean I believe he should follow his heart in this matter. It's not right, and though he knows it in his head, his heart may be a different matter. If he doesn't choose to treat you as an independent slave, I fear for you both. He cannot keep you for himself; he needs to let you go."

"As you wish, Domina. I'll speak to him."

"Only if he doesn't treat you the same as other new slaves. On another note; what did you think of your stay at Mistress Dark's?"

"It was rigorous, Domina. She expects perfection. I don't know how other Mistresses might treat me, but I'm prepared for anything."

"In my experience, Brianna would not punish you as often. If you're the type who craves the occasional whipping or spanking, you may need to request it. Because she has so many, she cannot give as much attention to each slave. She tends to give them lots of freedom as a result, allowing them to seek the company of others for their pleasure. You have a wide cornucopia of women to choose from on the estate and may be able to meet and fuck others off it.

"We had an experience at a BDSM club before Lisa's slavery started. Master insisted she undergo slave training first as she hadn't dreamt of being a slave before she witnessed my slavery. It is my impression from the club, there are some Dominants who are more into giving pain instead of pleasure. Their treatment of slaves is sadistic, and they attract masochists. I'm not talking about someone who enjoys small amounts of pain like Slut, but much more, to the extent they are marked for days at a time by their punishments. The humiliations and treatment they undergo is at the far end of the scale, which might involve being used as human toilets, drinking piss or eating shit.

"The Dominants I've been exposed to other than that club are not like that. There is some punishment involved in enforcing the rules, but nothing so brutal I cannot take some pleasure in it. The worst I was ever punished was by Mistress Dark for attempting to steal control of her slaves when she wasn't around. I received sixteen strokes with a cane, half in the evening, half the next morning. The marks from that lasted for four days. I also had to wear a Slave Trainer for a day. Other than the night I made you wear one, did she make you wear a Slave Trainer?"

"Yes, Domina; a plug in model that didn't need to be recharged. There was no relief, not even to switch it out. I begged to be fucked before she released me."

"Did she have a cock available for you to practice on?"

"She did, Domina. Two were in training, though neither had large erections, so I also had to practice on an eight inch dildo. She wasn't satisfied until I could take all of the dildo."

"Do you want to cum all the time? Have sex constantly?"

"All the time, Domina. It's like a constant itch I want to scratch, but can't."

"It sounds like you are a slave then, Cindy. Hopefully, you receive a Mistress who will allow you to scratch your itch frequently."

"Do you ever think about how many people your desire for a bit of slavery have affected, Domina? Not just Lisa, you and Master, who it started with, but Jerry and Reneé, Janet and Chen, Rhonda and me. Even your business was a function of it, so through that, it's affecting Shasta, Alice, Charlotte, and Melanie."

"Two others were affected as well," I said. "Sarah became a Mistress after meeting us walking naked on the Pacific Crest Trail and her slave, Regina's husband, Ron, became a male slave after a poker game he witnessed us serving at. I only touched briefly on them on Memorial Day, but Ron was the male slave your mother fucked that day."

"Sarah is with Regina's husband, Domina?"

"Yes, he was a submissive, male leaning bisexual, though this wasn't discovered until after the poker game. Regina didn't want him after finding out. She didn't want to be a Mistress, nor the second sexual choice of her husband, so she allowed Sarah to take him as her slave. Sarah didn't care if he had homosexual leanings as long as he could satisfy her and he had no problem doing so after spending a weekend with Mistress Dark. He got erections on command and was well trained in licking cunt as well. I should ask Regina what happened to their marriage. She'll be at the poker game tonight. She's the best overall poker player in the group."

We finished with our shopping and went home. Cindy helped me to prepare for the poker game, Rhonda getting up to help us at five, when the workers left. Lisa went to shower and put on a dress for poker, since she wasn't going to act as a slave, but a player. Master arrived at quarter to six and Cindy knelt naked on the floor to greet her brother.

"Welcome home, Master Scott," she said.

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SCOTT

I'd been distracted all day with thoughts of this weekend at Brianna's and what might happen there, plus the poker game tonight and what it might mean for my sister and when I got home and saw her kneeling naked on the floor, my cock started to pop up like it was spring loaded.

"Welcome home, Master Scott," she said, demurely, as if anything a naked slave could ever say could be demure.

"Welcome back, slave. I'm assuming you're still determined you're a slave."

Cindy laughed. "Was it my kneeling to greet you or me calling you Master which gave it away, sir?"

I laughed too. "Pretty much everything. Display."

She leaped to her feet and stood in the Display position. Beautiful.

"Are you wet, slave?" I asked.

"Yes, Master Scott."

"Show me."

Cindy inserted two fingers into her cunt and pulled them out, slick with her fluids. I licked them clean, tasting her. I had a full blown hard-on now.

"I have a cock which needs taking care of. If you would, please."

"Yes, Master."

Cindy, dropped back to her knees in front of me and removed my cock, enclosing my cock in her warm mouth. The time spent at Mistress Dark's had served her well, her cock sucking skills much improved after only a few days. I wonder how many other cocks she'd sucked while gone; how many men might have fucked her pussy or ass. Mistress Dark always seemed to have one or two undergoing training. I watched closely as my cock was swallowed in her throat. It took only five minutes to release my cream, yet I scarcely lost any of my stiffness after cumming. The sight of Cindy swallowing my cum keeping me hard. Nevertheless, Cindy tucked me away after my release, ignoring my erection unless I command her again. I wouldn't now. I needed to shower and dress for the poker game.

"Master Scott," Cindy said, "I have a question for you if I may?"

"What question?"

"What are your plans for the new slave tonight?"

Shit! What were my plans? I knew what I should do. I just didn't want to do it. She was a new slave. She should experience new slave tasks, be made to serve the group, be sold. I knew how much my own slaves enjoyed being sold to the highest bidder.

"I haven't made up my mind yet."

Everyone of my slaves knew how Cindy and I felt about each other. They'd helped to give us the experience of fucking each other as much as possible without actually fucking. Julia had even allowed us to fuck surreptitiously on Saturday while the others were shopping for food for dinner. Julia looked at me, her eyes pleading. It was Rhonda who spoke though.

"Might I help wash Master tonight; get him ready for the poker game?"

"Sure," I said.

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where she helped me undress, putting my clothes in the dirty clothes. She went into the shower with me and started washing me.

"Master, you must let Cindy participate in serving the poker game," she said, washing my back.

"Why must I?"

"You know why, sir. Cindy is your sister and we've helped you entertain the fantasy of fucking your sister, to serve your lust for each other, but that's all it can be; a fantasy. If you treat her as you do one of your slaves, you walk closer to crossing a line which can't be crossed. She's a new slave and should be treated as all new slaves were treated. Serving cock and cunt under the table and being sold afterward. You can't treat her like your possession."

Her hands had moved down to my buttocks. "Did Julia or Cindy say anything to you?"

"No, but your interest in each other is obvious to anyone with an eye in their head, Master. Your friends will wonder why she isn't treated like any other sex slave, especially one you can't be fucking. Better that she be sent to your parents for the evening instead of you getting an erection as she waits on them naked. Getting an erection if she's serving as a sex slave is not as blatant as if she isn't. Everyone of the men will have stiff pricks if she is."

She grabbed my pole and stroked her soapy hands up and down it.

"You didn't even lose your erection when she sucked you because you enjoyed your sister sucking you as as a slave. I'm going to drain you again and hopefully, your interest in your sister won't be so apparent, but send her to her room or send her to your parents if you can't treat her like another sex slave."

I was left to think. After rinsing my cock, she did as she said and drained me again, sucking the cum from my balls. I returned the favor, washing her tight, hard body. I even gave her an orgasm in return for mine, finger fucking her as the warm water cascaded over us. She was usually desperate by this time of day.

I put on a tee-shirt and shorts and we joined the others. The poker table was already set up, chips next to each chair, two decks of cards ready. Food was arrayed in the kitchen, beer iced down in a cooler.