A Taste of Slavery Ch. 52

By the time we'd watched and sent them, Phil was hard again and Sharon said. "I can't believe I'm horny and wet again. Oh, the look on my face when you made me cum."

"Now you know how I feel all the time," I teased. "I want sex all the time. If I didn't have responsibilities, I'd be fucking constantly. Being a slave has turned me into a horny slut, but I have an antidote to both your problems. More sex. I want you to watch me delete this from my phone so you know I'm not keeping it."

I proceeded to do exactly that, then set the phone aside. "Phil, I'm going to suck your prick until you cum again. Rhonda will pleasure Sharon until you cum, at which time we'll need to stop. All right?"

"I can't believe you're going to let me cum some more," Sharon said, "but I love it." She leaned back and spread her legs for Rhonda.

I took Phil's cock in my mouth and gave him a full fledged blow job, sucking him down to the root. Apparently, he didn't realize I could do so as he exclaimed. "Christ, you're deep throating me. Fuck! How do you do that?"

It was easy. Compared to Marcus or Jerry, his cock was a piece of cake. Even Master and his father had an inch or so on him. The only comparable cock to his was Chen's. I made him give up his third load within fifteen minutes. Sharon had already cum four times.

I sat up after cleaning Phil. "Except for Sharon trying the Slave Trainer, we're done," I declared. "Phil if you step out of the room with Rhonda, she'll give you some refreshment; something non-alcoholic, coffee, tea or soda. I'll join you shortly. You may want to bring your clothes with you so you can dress."

"Sure." He grabbed his clothes and followed Rhonda out of the room. Rhonda closed the door after they left. I got the Slave Trainer from it's storage drawer and showed her how it worked and how to put it on. She put it on and I adjusted to straps so it was snug, tight against her clit, still on the excited side, peeking shyly from its hood. I turned it on with my phone and was about to leave the room.

"Wait," she said. "Why did my husband have to leave the room for me to test this?"

"Lie down on the bed and relax again," I replied. "Give it about ten minutes and I'll tell you."

She got on the bed and lay down and I sat beside her, holding her hand. After a couple minutes, she started moaning, "Oh, God. I'm going to cum again."

"No you won't," I smilingly said. "Wait."

In seconds it shut itself off.

"It just quit," she said. "The battery must have died."

"Nope. Wait."

A couple minutes later, she startled when it began buzzing again. "Oops, there it goes again."

It didn't take long. Sharon was already in a high state of arousal due to our night of sex. It stopped again.

"No fair," she complained. "I was just about to cum again."

"That's the purpose of this blasted device. To keep you on the edge of cumming, but never letting you cum. It will keep this up for two and a half hours before the battery dies for real. I'll get an alert on my phone that the battery has died and I can remove this one and replace it with a fresh one."

"That's diabolical!" Sharon exclaimed.

"Now you know why I needed your help so much that night and I was so relieved you were willing to lick my cunt. Except for two brief orgasms for sucking Master's cock under the table, I would have suffered all night long just like this.

It started again and she was soon moaning, hoping to cum, but her hopes were quickly dashed.

"How does it know to shut itself off?" Sharon asked.

"I'm unsure myself. Master might know, but he wouldn't tell me. I've wondered if it could detect fluid build up, temperature changes, detect contractions beginning to form in my cunt, electric potentialities. Obviously designed by someone who understood a woman's orgasms, but not a woman unless she was the cruelest bitch in history. It just works."

"So you still haven't told me why Phil couldn't stay in here."

I laughed. "I was protecting you. Imagine Phil seeing you squirm in that device for awhile and what he might be able to do with it."

"Like what?"

I tried to mimic Phil's voice. "Sharon, I'm not going to take your Slave Trainer off until you agree I can fuck your ass. Or Sharon, I'll turn it off after you manage to get all of my cock down your throat. Believe me, you'll agree to almost anything to get it to stop, including letting some stranger lick your cunt in a restaurant bathroom. It's how I learned to deep throat, swallow cum, and lick cunt."

"Oh, hell. You're right. Take it off. Take it off now. I can never let him know about this."

I laughed and turned it off and helped her remove it. I put the phallic piece in my mouth and licked it clean. "Your fluids taste delicious," I said.

"Now I need to fuck again," Sharon said.

I pulled her into a close embrace and began kissing her while my fingers found their way into her cunt. I finger fucked her to two quick orgasms, feeding her my fingers when I was done.

"Go home and fuck your husband," I said. "I'm sure he's still got a little cum left in him and he should be able to fuck you for at least fifteen minutes before he cums again, maybe longer."

"Thank you. I think I will."

"We'll see you Saturday then."

"I probably could keep Phil away after tonight. I'm sure he wonders what other tricks you've got up your sleeve."

"Slave girl tricks. I've got a few more, but Phil probably won't be able to enjoy them, unless you wish to learn them yourself. We could teach you to deep throat his cock and enjoy a good ass fucking."

"Phil would certainly be in heaven if I could do those. What tricks could you teach him?"

"How to lick cunt better."

"That alone would be worth it. I never realized I could cum like you made me cum."

"Tricks of the trade." I handed her the clothes she'd removed. "I'll let you dress in private. Thank you again. What would you like to drink on the way home?"

"Iced tea if you have it."

"Iced tea it is. I'll have it ready for you."

I left her to get dressed and got her an Arizona Iced Tea from the fridge.

"What did you talk about in there?" Phil asked, drinking a mug of coffee. He'd probably need the energy provided by the caffeine.

"I told her to take you home and fuck you, Phil. After wearing the Slave Trainer a few minutes, she wanted to cum again, but our time here is done, so it's up to you. I said I'd see you next Saturday at our bonding ceremony. My debt is paid now. I hope you paid attention when Rhonda was licking her cunt." I kissed her, putting an arm around her. "She's the best cunt licker here and could teach you a lot if you were attentive to more than stroking your dick."

He laughed. "Probably not enough. It was too much of a rush watching to actually pay attention."

"You can bet Miss Sharon was paying attention," Rhonda said. "If you listen to her and what her body and moans are telling you, you can learn to lick pussy like a lesbian."

He laughed again. "I'll keep it in mind."

"No better way to please a woman; keep her happy. Your tongue can last longer than your erection does," Rhonda said.

I kissed her again. Sharon came out dressed, some lipstick on, but she still looked freshly fucked. The only thing she lacked was the bow legged walk of someone pounded hard in the pussy.

I handed her the ice tea. "Goodbye and I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening as much as you enjoyed the beginning."

Sharon took Phil's hand and with a smoky voice said, "I can almost guarantee it. Let's go baby. You still have some work to do. Ta-ta girls."

******

Rhonda went to get Lisa, Shasta and Sean, bringing them back downstairs and into the bedroom.

"How has your training gone, Shasta?" I asked.

"Well, I finally get all of Sean's cock in my mouth. It was tough. I keep wanting to gag, but Lisa show me how to do it. Just giving Sean a rest before we try it again. He can get hard again, but probably nothing in his nuts. Hoping to swallow his jizz this time. Cough most of it up last time. Kind of surprised me when he blow his load."

I laughed. "It does help to recognize the signals. You can tell him to warn you if you don't see it yourself. He should have done it anyway. Perhaps he should be punished. Have you taken a paddle to his ass yet? Or you could whip his cock and balls. I'm sure he wouldn't forget to warn you the next time."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Sean scrambled to say. "It won't happen again. I thought you knew."

"How many times I suck your dick, I'm such an expert already," Shasta said. "I should forget about sucking you at all you have no more manners than that."

Shasta winked at me, hidden from Sean.

"Please Mistress, I'll be better. I'll be sure to tell you next time."

"Maybe good ass whooping do you good. Mistress Dark tell me slaves need one once in awhile to keep them on their toes. I forget that lesson until now. Think I give you one when we get home."

"Whatever you think is best, Mistress."

Penitent slave. Never piss off the source of your pleasure.

"Are you ready to try again?" I asked.

"Anytime slave is ready," Shasta said. "Get hard, slave."

Sean's cock started to rise. If only Mistress Dark would teach Master to do that, but then he wouldn't be my Master; he'd be Mistress Dark's bitch.

"A suggestion if I might, Shasta. Have Sean lie down on the bed and get over him in a sixty-nine. Order him to pay attention to your pussy instead of what you're doing to his cock. It makes swallowing him easier due to the angle. It should make him last longer as he has to pay attention to you instead of his own pleasure. And, it feels better for you having him lick you while you're sucking."

"If I do that, his mouth be full, he can't tell me he's going to cum."

"Give us control of his orgasm. Lisa and I will watch for the signs, point them out to you and let you know when he needs to explode. We'll wait for you to be ready and then give him permission."

"You hear that Sean? You cum before Lisa or Julia say, I'll whip your balls red."

"Yes, Mistress." Contrite.

"Get on the bed then. You make a mess of this bed, you change the sheets and wash them. Don't let any pussy juice get away from you."

"No, Mistress."

Shasta winked at me again and I smiled back.

Sean got on the bed, his shaft like a flag pole. Shasta positioned herself over him and ordered him to start licking, keep going until he's told to stop. Shasta started by licking the tip of his cock, but then began the process of trying to take all of him down. We kept reminding her of what to do when she started to reach her gag reflex. It took a quite a few minutes, especially as Sean was making her orgasm herself, and she'd lose track of what she was doing. She hadn't undergone slave training to learn how to concentrate on another's pleasure, nor did she need to know. Sean's rapture was entirely dependent on her, not the other way around. He would cum when she got around to it. She finally got his cock all the way down her throat and was sliding four inches up and down from the base.

Lisa and I were giving her a running commentary on the state of his erection and impending climax.

"Do you feel how his hips are making small thrusting motions, Shasta. What your slave wants to do is start pounding your mouth because he's close. I sometimes think the thrusting motion helps with a man's orgasm. If Master thrusts as opposed to just lying there, it never seems to take as long for him to cum," Lisa said.

"Why don't you stop sucking for a bit, Shasta. Let his arousal cool awhile, so we build up a good load of cum for you."

"Ooh," Lisa said. "A little Slave Trainer treatment. I like it."

Shasta pulled off his cock. Sean stopped licking at the same time. Shasta squeezed his nuts painfully.

"Did I tell you to stop licking, slave. You stop when I say you stop."

She released his balls as soon as he continued and she soon orgasmed. Sean's face was well covered in her juices by now. She'd cum at least four times.

We waited until Sean's cock started to wilt a little. He didn't dare lose his erection before ordered to, but it's hard maintaining perfect hardness all the time. After she climaxed again, she started sucking. It didn't take nearly as long for her to find the base of his prick this time.

"You get to decide how deep Sean is when he cums, Shasta," I pointed out. "I like to taste Master's cum and he wants me to taste it, so when he starts to spurt, my mouth is only about a third of the way down his shaft. This way, I get to taste him, roll his cum around in my mouth, share it with my sister slave. If you don't like the taste of Sean's cum, you can let him go all the way down your throat. This way, his cum bypasses all your taste buds, goes straight to your stomach. You have to be careful, because it does interfere with your breathing, so you have to hold your breath awhile, or at least pull back far enough to grab a little air."

We watched her for a few minutes. It appeared she was getting quite skilled. Sean was responding well.

"Cup his balls," Lisa said. "It's one of the best indications of his impending release. When you feel them start to move inside his sack, it's another clue he needs to cum. Why don't you stop again when you feel it?"

Within a minute or two, Shasta pulled off Sean's shaft. A bead of cum formed at the top of his cock and it was twitching. He really needed to cum. Too bad.

"Oh, yeah. I felt it. Almost like his nuts starting to dance down there."

"Of course, you could keep doing this to him, making him stay hard, not letting him cum. This is your prerogative as his Mistress," I pointed out. "Unfortunately, this does cause what men refer to as 'blue balls'. They don't really become blue, but his groin starts to ache and it can become quite painful. One fellow I dated likened it to having his nuts in a vise, slowly being squeezed more and more. I questioned whether he was telling the truth, because it was before I started having sex and I was sure he was just trying to get me to fuck him, but Master has confirmed the phenomenon. He has no reason to lie because we can't give Master blue balls anyway."

Shasta climaxed. She asked Sean. "That right? Your balls starting to ache now? You have my permission to stop licking long enough to answer me."

"Yes, Mistress," he groaned.

"Of course, it would make a wonderful punishment for a male slave. I understand if you do it long enough, it even becomes difficult for him to cum and when he finally does, the orgasm will also be painful, not nearly as pleasant as they usually are," I said, "but I don't know how long it would have to go on before he reached that state. It might take all night and we have to work in the morning."

Sean groaned, muffled in Shasta's cunt, to think of being kept this way all night long. Like I said. Kind of like a Slave Trainer, though we never developed blue balls; merely became a frustrated, soupy mess.

"Sean is starting to build up a nice load for you. Unless you want to be flooded, you might want him to finish this time."

Shasta smiled at me again. "I'll think about it."

Sean groaned again. Shasta sucked, having all of him down in ten seconds. A fast learner, getting used to being a cock sucker.

"There are other signs you will learn as you do this more," I said. "His breathing will change, becoming faster and shallower, like he can't draw enough air. He may even hold his breath right as he needs to cum. You may be able to feel his cock swell. It does, but it may not be enough to notice unless he's buried in your throat at the time. His prick may twitch. You might even feel his sperm travel up his shaft. When you feel like he really needs to cum. I want you to blink your eyes three times fast, so I know you're ready. I'll give him permission to cum."

Shasta nodded slightly, about halfway down his prick. She continued stimulating him until I noticed the signs he needed to release. I wondered if she noticed them as well. She had her hands on his nut sack so it should be clear to her. But she kept moving up and down his cock, lightly sucking each up stroke for maybe a minute past when I thought he should cum. She pulled up until only the head was in her mouth and blinked three times. Oh, yeah, she knew. She just dragged it out.

"Cum, slave," I ordered.

Sean's cock started pulsing, emptying his sack. Shasta kept his cock firmly sealed inside her mouth, rapidly swallowing to keep up with his flow of cum. She kept a light suction, her cheeks slightly hollowed as the pulsing slowed, still swirling her tongue over the head to gather anything still burbling out of his balls. Sean had stopped licking, just groaning in one long wail as he finally got relief. Shasta squeezed his nuts again, reminding him of his deficiency. He started licking frantically. He'd need to be punished, of course. He didn't have permission to stop. He was still a fairly new slave. I was sure he'd learn eventually.

When Shasta lifted off his cock, only saliva glistened on it.

"I liked it more than I thought I would," her first words after stopping.

"Your slave will be happy to hear that," I laughed.

"He won't get another one of those unless he learns to obey his Mistress," Shasta said. "You stopped licking when you cum slave. It might be awhile before you cum again. Might leave your cock cage on you for the next week solid."

"It's pretty late, Shasta. Why don't you call your Momma and let her know you'll be spending the night with us. I'll tell Master."

"Only if you lick me some more," she said.

"I would be happy to lick you some more, but I would ask a favor. Lisa hasn't had any opportunities to orgasm since our cum break at lunch. Would you let Sean fuck her?"

"And let that worthless slave cum again? After he disobeyed me?"

Her eyes were twinkling, so I knew she was mostly kidding.

"As a favor to me for teaching you to enjoy oral and anal sex," I said. "His cock cage can go on in the morning."

"For you, I'll do it, but I want you to wear my cum on your face all night long."

"Yes, Mistress."

She smiled at my use of her honorific. She lay back and spread her legs for me, dialing her mother. I handed my phone to Lisa.

"Let Master know we have company tonight."

Lisa took the phone and thanked me for offering her Sean. I moved between Shasta's legs and tasted her source. Lisa took a picture for our Master and sent it with the message we had company tonight. I was otherwise occupied, my tongue deep in Shasta's cunt. Someday, I would like to do this with Sean's cum leaking out of her.

******

When we woke the next morning, I had a text from Master. "Nice," is all it said. Sean's cock cage was locked on. We three women took a shower together. I was finally able to wash the cum from my face. Shasta had both of us rub her to a soapy orgasm. We obeyed.

Sean had to help me make breakfast while Lisa licked Shasta's pussy this morning, almost like Master's morning blow job, except Shasta climaxed more often. Lisa was still wearing her cum when the others arrived. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen us wearing cum in the morning on other occasions so no one was particularly surprised.

During our cum break, Sean had to service all the women and I know he was fighting to keep from getting an erection. At two-thirty, the doorbell rang and I ran upstairs to answer, expecting it was Sarah and Ron, nor was I disappointed. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Ron stripped. I kissed Sarah. I'd spent many nice hours with her in her bed at the beginning of my slavery.

I noticed something different about Ron's cock cage.

"Are those spikes on the inside of his cage, Mistress?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. He's being punished for cumming without permission. Will I be staying in the same room I had before?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. That room belongs to my slave, Rhonda. She works nights and is sleeping now. You'll meet her at supper. You'll be sleeping in the master bedroom, with us. Master has informed us we're to serve both you and Ron in every way we can."