A Taste of Slavery Ch. 51

"Don't mind me," I said. "I have to shower before I go shopping today. I'll put some breakfast on after I'm done."

Lisa couldn't speak and Reneé was moaning through an orgasm. Jerry grunted, "Fine."

I was just finishing up my shower when Lisa joined me, cum dripping down her legs. I helped wash her, then brushed my teeth. Reneé was riding Jerry's cock when we went into the closet for clothes, picking some out for our shopping, though they wouldn't go on until just before we walked out the door.

"He still has something left after last night?" I asked. "Didn't he fuck you at all?"

"Every hole," Lisa said; "my cunt twice. I got the impression he saved himself for this weekend, kind of like Ed and Rob did Thursday. He flooded my cunt the first time."

"Looked like he flooded you the last time, too. It was dripping down your legs."

We prepared breakfast and called them when it was done. They came out and I asked what they were going to do today.

"I'm going to watch some NBA playoff action", Jerry said. "Reneé is working on wedding things with her mother."

"That's right. A little more than a month away. Are you looking forward to getting married?"

"More than I ever thought I would," Jerry said. "But look at who I'm getting," pulling her down into his lap, "the perfect little slave slut." They kissed and he stroked her pussy, quickly making her moan.

I took a chance and asked Jerry if he knew why Master was passing us around again.

"Not a clue, but it seemed important. He wanted to make sure I fucked both of you thoroughly."

"Seems he told everyone that," I said. "We're getting fucked several times every day."

He smiled at us. "Loving it too, from the way Lisa orgasmed last night."

Lisa guiltily smiled. We ate, cleaned up and we both sent the photos of the night's activities to Master. Neither one of us got a response, but Master was working today. I wondered what he would think when he saw them. His slutty slaves fucked to a fare-thee-well by multiple men and women. Even though I never felt badly when Master fucked other people, I knew he did, so it hurt me to cause him this pain.

Sandra came at ten and she took us in her car to this hole-in-the-wall shop in a strip mall that looked like a rat pit. Yet it had the sneakiest, lovely little shop containing nothing but cute, but slutty clothing. Sandy helped us pick out some outfits that were actual enhancements to nudity. For the bonding ceremony, she bought the three of us panties whose only crotch piece was a string of pearl like beads which would go in our slits and up the cracks of our asses. Combined with my clitoral hood piercing, I could see myself climaxing all day just from walking around. We bought the rest of the items ourselves. As for fucking, the beads wouldn't be any impediment to a cock sliding up our cunts.

Sandy took us to lunch afterwards, a much nicer restaurant at a much nicer location. The waitress seated us; three good looking women without underwear in sleazy slave clothes, one a little older. Perhaps we looked like two girls being turned out by a madame, for one person came to our table asking how much.

"You couldn't afford it," Sandra said. "No amount of money would buy even one of us."

He left despondently. That was probably true. I never felt as if Master was eager to part with us before, but this week was leaving me befuddled. Would he have wanted to sell us to some stranger to fuck if he were here? Maybe not sell, as it would be illegal, but just give us away for an afternoon of pleasure to some total stranger? I know he knew Sean, and Shasta, but having us fuck a relative stranger we'd never fucked before had me confused. At least we'd been with the others before and they were known quantities, but Sean wasn't.

"Has Master Dan given you any indication of what Master is up to?" I asked.

"I was concerned myself, as it seems my son is not acting as he was normally acting. I didn't realize he'd shut down other male sexual encounters after Memorial Day. I asked Master about it and he told me not to worry; everything would be fine. He wouldn't say more than that. Perhaps Scott feels more comfortable about it knowing my Master is sharing me."

"I don't know," I said. "I suppose it's possible. But Master described seeing us with other men as a horrible blackness, a barely contained rage, and an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach like acid burning or he had to puke. I'm not sure how knowing you are shared would change those thoughts. He got the same way with Cindy. I know he didn't want her fucking other men. It's partly how I found out they cared for one another in a non-sibling way. And to want pictures of it! It's one thing to know it's happening because you ordered it to happen, but to have photographic evidence seems excessive considering I know how he feels about it."

Sandra patted my hand. "I'm glad Cindy didn't manage to ruin your relationship and you could find a way to include her in your life."

"Any more than you could," I replied, squeezing it back, reminding her that she and her Master were now our lovers too. "It doesn't seem odd to me that I'm not bothered by it. I suppose most people would be, but somehow, it's okay. If it's important to Master, it's important to me. I worried a little about Lisa when she first joined us, thinking she might push me out of my own marriage because I knew Master was attracted to her, but I love her as much as he does. Since then, nothing bothers me except the thought I might somehow disappoint him, which is what worries me now."

Lisa smiled at me. "You're making me wet."

"Everything makes you wet, just as it does me."

"Too true," she laughed.

"We're about to undergo a bonding ceremony to confirm our relationship to each other before all our friends and family and I question what he's doing and why right now. I want this with every fiber of my being. If he did it six months from now, it might not concern me as much as it does at this moment. It makes me wonder if he wants to bond with us at all now."

"All plans are going ahead as scheduled, aren't they?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, except for sharing us with everyone, I'd have no concerns at all."

"I think my Master would be concerned if he felt there was something going wrong in your relationship. You're the mother of our grandchild. Lisa might be at some point. This would pain him if he felt it was over."

"I hope you're right, Sandy."

The rest of the meal was like most other meals between close friends and family. We talked, we laughed, we drank wine. It was nice to drink again. Since Sandra was driving, she only had one glass, but Lisa and I killed the rest of the bottle. I felt good. I'd probably feel better when I felt Jerry's man meat fuck me later, or felt Reneé's tongue slither in my cleft, searching for her Master's cum, but Sandra had reassured me a little by saying Dan apparently had no concerns.

"What time are you coming over tomorrow?" I asked.

"We're coming over at 11 AM."

"Do you want us to prepare something special for dinner?" Lisa asked.

"No. Master told me I would be preparing dinner, probably something in the slow cooker. We'd bring it with us when we come over."

"Do you know what it is? We can chill some beer or wine to go with the meal."

"He said he'd tell me later. I can let you know."

"Perfect," I said.

When we got back, Jerry was still watching basketball and Reneé wasn't back yet. He took notice of Scott's mother being present with us when as we were saying our goodbyes at the door.

"Mrs. Rivers," Jerry said to Sandra. "I've got to say you're the best cock sucker to ever wrap her lips around my dick. The night you spent at my house was amazing. Any chance your Master would object if you suck me off now while I watch the game?"

"Thank you, Master Jerry. I can check with him if you like."

"Please do."

Sandra called Dan and told him what Jerry was requesting. Apparently, she got a favorable response to her question. She started to remove her clothing as soon as she hung up.

"Master said you could have me for whatever you wished for the next hour, sir."

"He's a generous man, slave, to share you with others."

"I've always thought him generous, sir."

Jerry was watching the game nude. He pointed to his appendage, currently lying loose between his thighs. Sandra knelt on the chair in front of him and held him up so she could wrap her lips about the large helmeted head of his shaft. Lisa and I watched him grow in her mouth. Before long, she was bobbing up and down on his stiff black trouser snake, taking every inch down her throat each time, her lips reaching his balls on each downstroke. It was arousing to watch Master's mother engulfing his lengthy shaft, blonde head tinged with a few gray hairs, taking every inch of him while cupping his heavy sack in her hand. I felt like rubbing myself.

He rested his hand on her head, not holding her down, but merely to follow the rhythmic motion of her head while caressing her hair.

"Damn! You're so good at that, Sandra. Your husband a lucky man to own a slave so talented with her mouth," he groaned.

Sandra couldn't speak, but patted his muscular thigh in acknowledgment of his praise. Jerry started thrusting up as he reached his crest, moaning as he filled her mouth with his cum. She cleaned his cock, making sure it was pristine after his orgasm.

"Will there be anything else, sir? I can get you hard enough to fuck me."

"No, thank you, Mrs. Rivers. I intend to fuck all three of your daughter-in-laws holes tonight. I feel I need to save some of my energy for later. You go back to your Master and suck him as good as you just sucked me."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

While Sandra dressed again, I asked if there was anything I could do for him. Jerry smiled at me. "Yeah. You could get me a cold beer and some chips."

"Yes, Master."

Lisa said she should head over to Chen's place and see if they required her services. I removed my clothes first as slaves should almost always serve a Master naked. I asked if Lime flavored Doritos was satisfactory, or would he like potato chips. He said the Doritos were fine and I got him a cold bottle of beer and a bowl of chips. He pulled me into his lap when I gave him the chips.

"Are you horny, slave? You like watching Sandra suck my cock?"

"Always, sir," I replied. "I enjoyed it a lot."

He ran a finger through my slit to check himself. Of course, I was wet. He held me in his lap and between chips, and quaffing some of his beer, he would finger me, never letting me cum; always stopping when I got close. As a result, I was wriggling quite boldly upon his lap, hoping to get a rise out of him so he'd fuck me. I could feel his cock under my bottom, stirring as he played with me, but he never entered me.

I was getting desperate. "Please, Master, fuck me. I want to feel your big cock in my cunt pumping me full of cum." I reached beneath me to grasp him in my hand.

"No, slave. Sit still," he orders, pulling my hand off his prick. "I'm in charge. You aren't. You don't get the fucking you want until someone here to take pictures for your husband. Scott want to know I'm fucking you good. When Reneé get home or Rhonda wake up, I'll think about fucking you then. Until then, you wait."

"Master, what about finger fucking me to an orgasm. Please. I'm desperate. I need to cum so much."

"I like desperate slaves. Want you to beg for my cock before I give it to you. Don't want you masturbating or letting any other slaves make you cum. I'll let you know when I'm ready."

"What do you want for supper, sir?"

"You don't have to make supper. I'm ordering Thai food. Scott said you like one of the delivery drivers, a fellow named Marcus. He said you give him a special tip when he delivers. I already checked. He's making the deliveries tonight."

Damn! So Master had me fucking another man from my past. Marcus was a stud, and I had to admit I enjoyed tipping him before, but again, I'm wondering why Master is so insistent in making me fuck other men. And worse, recording me doing it, so he could could see what had happened. It almost felt as if he was gathering evidence for a divorce. He'd have pictures of me fucking every person we knew who recognized me as a slave.

So no matter how much I wanted it, Jerry ignored me, keeping me on edge, but never relieving me. After another half hour of torment. He told me I could get him another beer and then find myself something to do to keep myself occupied. I think he was afraid I might cum despite his restraint. I'd left quite the puddle on his thighs as I squirmed on his stroking fingers.

Giving him another cold beer, I went outside and swam laps, burning off excess energy, then sat in the hot tub, upset and confused. It wouldn't even be a question of who would tip Marcus. Lisa was at Chen's tonight. I sent her a text informing her Master still had different plans for us other than what we were used to. Jerry was ordering Thai food. It was a half hour before I received a response from her saying Chen was ordering from Boston Market, so I knew Master's handiwork was present there as well. I texted Master to call me when he had an opportunity.

Before he contacted me back, I received a call from Sharon, our usual waitress at Luigi's.

"Good afternoon, Sharon. How can I help you?"

"Does your offer to return the favor of giving you an orgasm still stand?"

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"My husband, Phil, wanted to know why we were being invited to your ceremony next weekend. He wondered how I even knew you and he didn't. I finally told him what I did and explained what the bonding ceremony was about. He was shocked. 'You licked another woman's pussy?' he asked. I told him it was just the once and I'd never done it before or since. I just felt sorry for you because you weren't being allowed to orgasm and once I did it, your Master would let you climax as much as you needed to. He asked if you'd licked mine too and I told him no, I didn't have time for it, though you've offered to do it for me as recompense. He was silent for the longest time and I didn't know if he was angry or sad, or if we were going to have a huge fight. Finally, he asked if I'd accept your offer and he could watch.

"I was astonished. 'You want to watch a woman lick my pussy?' I asked. 'Why?' 'Two naked women licking each other. What's not to like.' I told him I didn't have to lick you anymore. I'd already done what I needed to. This would only be payback. He asked if I'd do it again, just for him. So I told him I'd ask to see if you would repay me and if I could lick you again. He's listening to our conversation now."

"Well, I definitely owe you, Sharon, and am perfectly willing to pay my debts. Whether or not you could lick me again is up to my Master. However, my slave, Rhonda has expressed an interest in rewarding you for your generosity. I could give you permission to lick her without any problem. Did you want to do it when you come to the ceremony next weekend?"

"There will be so many people there and I don't want to do this in front of anyone else but you and your family. I'm off Monday. Would it be possible for us to come to your house on Monday night?"

"I believe that's a possibility, but I will have to ask Master first. I'll call you when I've spoken to him."

"Where is he now?"

"He's building a mansion in Los Angeles, working through the weekend due to the extra time we're taking next week. He should call me when he's finished for the day."

"Thank you. We're looking forward to hearing from you."

After she hung up, I thought to myself, could my week get any stranger? I doubted it.

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