A Taste of Slavery Ch. 53

"I'll make sure my Master fucks them all well."

"Don't forget to take advantage of Rhonda. She's a superb cunt licker."

Evelyn blushed again. "They will be fully used."

"Thank you for caring enough to speak to me. I appreciate it."

Before supper, all three slaves approached me. They looked spectacular in their new jewelry. I felt my cock begin to stir. 'Down boy', I thought to myself.

"Master, do you still want to hold our bonding ceremony on Saturday?" Julia asked.

"More than anything," I replied.

"Didn't you miss us while we were gone?" Lisa asked. "We wanted nothing more than to spend time with you, but you've barely touched us. Have we offended you?"

"I missed you horribly and you've not offended me in the slightest. I love you as much as I'm capable of loving, and nothing you've done as bothered me in the slightest, but let's face it; after Saturday, we're going to be joined pretty closely. I thought we should all enjoy a little variety while we can."

"If you continue to treat us this way, what makes you think we still want to bond with you?" Julia said, glaring.

"I guess I don't know. I suppose I merely assumed we would. You assumed the same didn't you? We've been aiming for this moment for almost a year. We've never questioned it. By the way, so you know and don't have other expectations, I plan to give the three of you to Sam and his slaves tomorrow night. Of course if we bond, I will fuck you on Saturday."

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JULIA

"I will fuck you on Saturday," Master said, like he was doing us some kind of favor. If he wanted to keep farming us out to others, I'd fuck hell out of them and enjoy it. I'd been worried about Master seeing us fuck others. He seemed indifferent to it, so I was going to fuck as publicly as I could. Fuck everyone in front of him. If it made him feel bad, good. I hope he felt bad. He'd made me miserable. He could be miserable himself. The new jewelry he gave me was making me horny as hell and he wasn't doing a damn thing about it. I went to Master's room and found a whip amongst our belongings we'd brought with.

I walked up to Sam and handed him a whip. "It's about time we were punished again. We're due thirty more strokes apiece. Would you do the honor of whipping us, Master?"

Sam glanced at Master who nodded it was fine. Damn straight it was fine.

"Where do you want to be whipped?" He asked. "We often use the chinning bar in the exercise room to fasten slaves to."

"Right here will be fine, sir." I grabbed the frame of the shade tent they kept up outside for those seeking shade. "I don't need to be fastened. I can manage just fine. Whip my tits and pussy, sir, then fuck me to an orgasm for my endorphin release." I bowed my back to make my breasts and mons protrude more.

Sam smiled. "You seem to be eager for punishment slave?"

"Not so much the punishment as the fucking afterward. You did such a great job this morning, I can't wait for another. Feel free to strike me as hard as you do your slaves, sir."

I braced myself and Sam obliged me with a nice stroke over my taut nipples. It burned, but pleasantly so. I counted one and closed my eyes, feeling myself sink into subspace. I asked to cum after seventeen and again after twenty-eight. When I'd counted out my thirty, I bent over and begged Sam to shove his cock into my needy cunt. Sam started fucking and within ten strokes, I was asking permission to cum again.

"More, sir. Fuck me more," I begged. "Harder. Let me cum again."

He fucked me until he orgasmed. I climaxed four more times. When he pulled out of me. I dropped to my knees and sucked him clean. I continued sucking until he was hard again.

I looked up at him. "I wouldn't want my sister slave to miss out on this fine cock, Master. You should be able to fuck her harder and longer," I said.

Lisa wasn't tall enough to reach the edge of the frame. I got behind her, my breasts into her back and said, "I'll help you hold your arms over your head, Lisa."

She nodded to me and I helped keep her still as Sam whipped her. She climaxed twice as well. When her punishment was over, I pulled her down to the ground in a sixty-nine and licked her clit and Sam's sack as he fucked her gash good. Lisa orgasmed six times during her fucking and I kept lapping the fluids leaking from her cunt. Sam climaxed and I watched his prick pulsing his sperm into her, while nibbling on his balls. When he pulled out of Lisa, I had Rhonda suck him to another hard-on while I licked his cream dripping from her pussy.

Rhonda was tall enough to grab the frame as I was, so she endured her whipping as I had, though only climaxing once, though appearing close to a second.

"My dear Rhonda," I said, "you don't have to fuck Sam if you don't wish, but he has a beautiful big cock and you might enjoy him fucking your cunt as much as Lisa and I did."

"Sure," Rhonda said, "he can fuck my slave cunt as much as he wants. Please let me cum, sir. I'm very close." He gave her permission and she bent over a chair facing Master and climaxed immediately as Sam shoved deep inside her. "Fuck my hot slave cunt, Master," Rhonda said, moaning. "Make me cum over and over again. Julia's right. Your cock is big and beautiful and fills me so well."

Rhonda made a good show of each of her orgasms. Master appeared indifferent, but I saw the tightening of his jaw he often got when upset. I made sure I licked Sam's cum out of Rhonda's cunt when he was done, exclaiming how tasty it was when mixed with my slave. It was good tasting. Still, when Master turned to Dawn and fucked her tight, youthful pussy, my victory tasted like ashes in my mouth.

After supper, during which we satisfied many people again, Master spanked us. Over his lap, with his hand, yet he only gave us one orgasm apiece after, barely enough to count. His cock was hard, but he disappeared with Cindy and Zoe, leaving us with William. I was silently crying as Bill led us to his room with Evelyn.

"Your Master loves you a lot," Evelyn said, kissing my tears away.

"He has a funny way of showing it," I said, sniffling. "He's only fucked us once since we got here, and it was right when we got here. He's barely touched us since. I've fucked your Master more than mine."

"It may not seem so, but I think you'll realize how much before the weekend is over."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Evelyn! It's not our place to speak of it," Bill ordered.

"I'm sorry, Master. She's so unhappy," Evelyn said.

"This is between Scott and his slaves. It's his place to handle it."

"Yes, Master."

Once again, a fragment of a hint that it might not be as bad as it seemed, but no answers. I was as much in the dark as I ever was. Other people seemed to know what might be going on, but no one speaking to us of it. I was reaching the point where I was ready to say screw it and ignore whatever happened and go along with it, no matter what it was.

Evelyn and Bill joined together and gave us an exceptionally good time. I sixty-nined with Evelyn while her Master threw me a nice long, slow fucking. He fucked me for twenty minutes before I felt him release in me. Evelyn cleaned me after. They did the same with Lisa as I played with my slave. Lisa climaxed six times during her fucking. We certainly couldn't complain about the amount of sex we were getting, only the parties involved. William asked Rhonda what she wanted from him and when she asked to pleasure his wife while he licked her cunt, he smiled and said, "Happy to."

Evelyn sat on her face while Bill licked Rhonda's twat. She had a half dozen orgasms before he stopped, his face glazed with her cum. I wiped his face with a wash cloth, then Rhonda's, coated in Evelyn's.

Not that Bill and Evelyn weren't great sex partners. They were terrific. Bill was enthusiastic and tender, loving and generous. I enjoyed every minute except for the confusion I felt towards my Master.

I told Evelyn I could get her Master hard again so he could fuck her.

"Unnecessary," she said. "Master is saving himself for you tonight. If you give him sixty to ninety minutes. He should be able to fuck the two of you again."

While he rested, we talked to them about their life, what it was like to be super rich, their child.

"Where is your daughter now," I asked.

"Visiting with my parents," Evelyn said. "She spends a little time with both of them now before she starts school. Master's parents are quite elderly, so she spends a little less time with them. She has a nanny who stays with her to keep either of them from having to do more than they are prepared for."

"Do you miss her?" Lisa asked.

"All the time," they both replied. "She's a very sweet child," Bill said.

"Does she witness glimpses of your lifestyle?" Rhonda asked.

"No," Bill said. "Part of the reason she has a nanny is so we don't expose her to our activities. She's getting to the age I'm not sure we should be naked around her all the time. I'm especially concerned with her seeing me. I know it's not supposed to be particularly harmful for children to grow up around nudity, but when I'm around my slave, I spend a great deal of time erect, which seems more than mere nudity."

"We're thinking of having another," Evelyn said, stroking the cheek of her Master. "It's been two years since Madeline was born. The time is about right."

"I was thinking of trying to get pregnant soon after my bonding ceremony," Lisa said. "Now, I'm not sure. Master hasn't acted normal in two weeks. I don't know what's going on. I worry if I get pregnant now, it won't be welcome."

Evelyn looked to her Master for guidance. Whatever she read there allowed her to say, "I believe your Master would welcome another child."

Another hint, but no information. After resting, William was able to fuck both Lisa and I again. I let Rhonda ride my face as Bill plowed into me. He felt good in my cunt and I climaxed often. William was a good Master. I made sure I licked Evelyn to orgasm several times afterward to thank her for sharing her Master. He even managed to fuck us again in the morning. I was impressed with his stamina.

******

SCOTT

It was possible I was becoming too successful. When Sam whipped them, each one of them ensured she was fucked by him, including Rhonda, who would normally beg off cock. She watched me the whole time she was shagged to catch my reaction, which I tried to keep bland and disinterested. Julia made sure she licked Sam's cum out of both Lisa and Rhonda, pushing for a confrontation. I didn't give it to her. Instead, I bent Dawn over one of the outside chairs and fucked her, watching Julia as she had watched me.

After supper, I spanked them, their last of the day, and finger fucked them to a single orgasm after. My dick was diamond hard following their spankings, but I took Zoe and Cindy to my room, leaving them with William and Evelyn. As much as I tried to ignore the image of William fucking each of my slaves, it was difficult to do and I know I was a less than satisfactory partner. Even Cindy couldn't get much out of me.

At some point, my lack of concentration made Zoe speak. She knew what I was doing and why. "Be careful, Master Scott," Zoe warned. "You're walking a fine line. Don't leave them feeling like you don't care for them anymore. Women will sometimes accept a great deal of abuse, but we don't like being ignored."

"What are you doing anyway, Master?" Cindy asked. "At Christmas time you were the most loving people I knew besides Mom and Dad. When I came after moving back to California, the new baby, everything was hunky dory to the nth degree. I know you still love them; it's in your eyes almost every time you look at them, but you are treating them like shit. Dad would blow a gasket if he saw you treat them this way."

"I'm going to free them."

"They don't want to be free, anymore than I do, sir," Cindy said. "It's ridiculous."

"Look, Dad reminded me of something. The old poster he had on the wall. 'If you love something, set it free. If they come back, it's yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be.' I want them to decide if they want to remain my slaves, not because it's been that way for a year, but because they want to. They need to remake their choice, recommit to it. They should have a choice of anyone they want to bond to. Whether it's Dad, Mr. Thornhill, Brianna, even Mistress Dark or Jerry. Any other dominant they know. But it's almost automatic if we go into this as we were. They're used to taking my direction and orders. To have a true choice, I shouldn't be the first one to come to mind because they're accustomed to me."

"Why would they choose you if you're treating them like garbage?" Cindy asked. "Do you think the person who came up with that adage was thinking, before you let them go, kick them a few times, shit on their feelings, piss on their needs, and then let them go? I doubt it, Master. When you open the door to let them out, they have to know the door is open for them to return. It's not going to be slammed shut as soon as they're out the door."

"Cindy's right," Zoe said. "Don't boot them out, sir. Tell them you want them to have a choice and to do so, you want them to experience what else is out there. Don't make them feel they're not welcome back. You are still hoping they pick you, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Then you don't want to be the last person they'd consider either, sir. You have to show them some of the side of you they idolize as their Master."

"I gave them gifts. I still spend some time in the punishment role, while making sure Sam, Brianna and Bill show that part of themselves."

"Slaves abide punishments because it comes from a place of love, Master Scott," Zoe said, "not from a place of uncaring, callous disregard of us and our feelings. I don't want to be someone's whipping boy. The other Dominants are seeing to it your slaves receive the love and sex afterwards they expect. You punish them and walk off with us, leaving the sex and love to another. Pure discipline without all the rest is plain abuse. Always has been. Just because it's coming from you doesn't make it less abusive. Don't be a bastard and expect them to return."

Another fucking mistake. It seemed I couldn't stop making them. They were both right. I was doing this all wrong. Compounding my mistakes with a lack of communication on top of everything. When would I ever get it right?

When they showed up for breakfast, looking like they'd been well fucked by Bill, they started to head under the table to service everyone as they had for every other meal. I stopped them and told them to get breakfast so I could feed them. They looked at each other again, as confused as when I told them to service everyone the first time. Still, they got their food and I had them sit in front of me so I could feed each of them. As I fed them, I kissed them, petted them, caressed them, treating them like the Master I should have been all along. When they were done eating, I put each of them on my lap and gave them orgasms.

Their soft moans, squirming bodies, panting breaths and quick exhalations warming me. I finished and Julia asked, "Is it time for our punishment, Master?"

"No. Further punishments are cancelled unless you do something more to earn one. We need to go to our room so I can make love to each of you in the way you most desire."

"Master, what the fuck is going on?" Lisa said. "You're driving me crazy. Are you trying to drive us to the loony bin?"

"All will be explained as soon as I've had sex with each of you the way I should have all along. I promise. No more games. I'll tell you everything, including why I've acted the way I have the last two weeks."

"I could wait on the fucking if we got the explanation first, Master, although I see you're more in fucking mode now," Julia said, pointing to my hard shaft. "I can get you hard again if you think you're going to miss out on your chance to fuck us if you should go limp in the meantime."

"I have no doubt. Almost every time I look at you, I'm getting hard. I spent more time masturbating the last two weeks than should be legal. Okay, bedroom, explanation, lots of fucking."

"It's about time, sir," Rhonda said. "You made my Domina cry and that makes your nuts a very tempting target."

"Ouch! Bad image there." I opened the door to our room and closed it behind us, waving them into the bed. Having three tempting naked slaves in bed almost made me rethink putting sex second.

"You remember when Mom and Dad were over a couple weeks ago?"

"I knew it had something to do with what you were talking to your Dad about, sir, but I can't believe Master Dan would tell you to treat us like shit!"

"He didn't. I wondered how he was so relaxed about Mom having sex with other people. It didn't seem to bother him at all and I asked him about it, because I still felt guilty I couldn't share you two with other men."

They started to protest and I held up my hand. "Please, let me get through this and we can discuss it some more. Okay?"

They all settled down and nodded.

"Dad said he doesn't care about Mom having sex with other men because after thirty-five years of marriage, he knows she loves him and unless he does something stupid, like he did once before, Mom will always return to him, more loving than ever. I said I was having difficulty with it even though I knew you loved me madly and completely.

"He made the point that some things, like love, can't be clung to. If you try to squeeze water too tightly, it squeezes out from between your fingers, but if you make a bowl of your hand, you can hold more water, longer. Clinging so hard to you isn't going to make you love me any more, and it can become too possessive and overbearing."

"We are possessions, Master," Lisa said.

"No you're not. Not really. You have and always will have, the ability to end it with a word. You volunteered for this slavery. You weren't forced into it. It exists, only as long as both of us say it exists. Then it's done. As Dad put it, 'If you think anyone owns your Mother, you're sadly mistaken.' He's right, of course. I don't own you. We've entered an agreement where you've surrendered certain things to me in return for having certain of your needs met."

"Which haven't been met lately, sir" Julia said. "Much to your discredit and our dismay."

"No, not by me, more's the pity. But I started to think about our bonding ceremony. Dad had this poster hanging in the house at one time which always made sense to me. It says, 'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it doesn't, it was never meant to be.' I am planning on freeing you. I don't want to go into our bonding ceremony without giving you choices. I want you to freely return to me, because it's what you want, not because we've been doing it for a year or planned this ceremony. I wished for you to experience different Masters or Mistresses, to see what else is available to you. To let you choose the life they might offer you instead of the life I was offering, if you wanted it."

"What? You think you can pawn us off on someone else, Master?" Lisa asked. "What makes you think anyone else wants us?"

"I don't know for sure anyone else does, but William could afford to support as many slaves as he wants. Jerry probably could handle at least one more. Chen too. Even my Dad might consider a younger slave. Brianna and Mistress Dark would take any one of you and they could take you. Brianna can always use someone more in her business. Mistress Dark can use you in hers, training slaves and Dominants. Julia would be good in either role. You'd never know unless you offered your submission to them. Maybe they accept, maybe they don't. You've had no lack of takers here or for the last two weeks. They were all happy to accommodate my request and check out my slaves."