A Taste of Slavery Ch. 59

"Clean her up, Sean," Master ordered. "Rhonda you can clean him off."

Sean knelt behind my bottom and start licking and sucking the cum running from my cunt, even licking that dripping down my legs. Horny slave that I was, I climaxed two more times as he struggled to get it all. Rhonda had gotten off the couch and was lying on the floor to get to his cock.

Done, Master told me to replace his cock cage again and send him back downstairs. As soon as it was on him, Sean left.

"Did you enjoy that, slave?"

"You know I did, Master."

"Well, I for one was glad everyone got to enjoy more sex," Master said, "including our lovely Lisa. Why don't you all take a shower. I'll get mine after you're done."

"Yes, sir."

In the shower, I said, "It doesn't look as if Master is done letting us fuck other men."

"No, it doesn't," Lisa said, "and there's another poker game this Friday."

"Who's house is it at this week?" I asked, having lost track as we hadn't played the two previous Fridays.

"Regina's, I think," Lisa replied, "though I don't recall the host or hostess."

I started washing Lisa's cunt since my hands were now as clean as hers and I wanted to remind her how much I cared for her. I gave her a quick orgasm by cleaning her hood piercing.

"At least I won't have to do more grocery shopping," I said as she moaned through her orgasm. "Have you stopped taking your pill?"

"Yesterday morning."

"Well, we know who won't be getting fucked in her cunt by anyone other than Master very soon."

"I'm excited about getting knocked up and where we're going with the business," Lisa panted. "I see exciting times ahead."

I kissed her, saying, "I do too."

It was three very satisfied slaves snuggled together with their Master that night, though sleep was once again interrupted by three hour timers and a crying baby.

******

Master fucked Rhonda in the morning as she licked my cunt. He'd confirmed poker night at Regina's, Edward hosting. He also told us his father and mother were participating again. Sean helped make breakfast, making himself useful. After Master left, I told him he hadn't managed to disguise his discomfort when Master was fucking Shasta as well as he thought. I said he was fairly successful, but still managed to convey some distress.

"I know, ma'am. It's hard."

"You have to act as if it's not happening, like she's merely sitting on the couch sipping a cup of tea. If you love your Mistress, you should want for her whatever she wants for herself, even other men. What's good for her is good for you. Her pleasure should be paramount in your mind, no matter where she receives it from, men or women."

"It's difficult to do so, ma'am."

"It will be a lot more difficult if she gets rid of you as her slave. If she wants to fuck someone else, ask if you can put their cock in her. Ignore anything that's happening but her pleasure. Ask to lick her cunt while she's getting fucked, to clean off his cock afterward so she doesn't need to. Her happiness is all that matters, not yours. Your happiness should come from pleasing your Mistress in any way you can. Surrender your ego, your jealousy; as unimportant and standing in the way of your happiness."

"Do you feel anything when your Master fucks another woman?"

"I feel nothing but happiness when he fucks Lisa or Rhonda. Their happiness is as important to me as his or my own and when they don't get the attention I feel they should, I'm unhappy. Other women, I feel something, but I know Master is committed to me and our relationship and it's only fucking. They don't have what I have with him and never can. Most of the other people he fucks are committed to other Dominants. They have no more reason to betray their Masters than I do.

"Shasta is an exception to that rule, but I don't begrudge him giving pleasure to her if she needs it, both because I respect her and in our business, I'm subservient to her, as far as furniture production goes. The same applied to Wendy. She's not submissive though she may wish to explore it at some time, but as Rhonda's sister, if she needs Master's help exploring her sexuality, I don't care. Master's happiness means more to me than my own, but he ensures I'm happy. Did he not give me to you last night, so he could fuck Lisa? He's willing to suffer some discomfort on my behalf, so why shouldn't I for him?"

"I suppose, ma'am"

"Your Mistress is watching you. She wants to know how you're going to respond. Do you think it mere happenstance she sucked Master's cock in front of you or got fucked in front of you and everyone else instead of going to the bedroom with him? She needs to be sure you are not going to act out anymore. If you do, you're done. I'd expect you to be tested regularly until she's convinced you'll be obedient to her will. If she wants you to watch, watch, but bite your tongue and swallow your pride.

"Master watched movies and looked at photos of us fucking other people for a week and a half, so he could prepare for the real thing without losing his mind. It was incredibly important to him to allow us to have pleasure with others, so he subjected himself to this pain for us, and he's our Master and didn't have to. Should you do any less for your Mistress?"

"No, ma'am. I'll do better."

"Don't hide in the kitchen. If she's having sex with someone else, force yourself to look. Take enjoyment from her pleasure. Plaster a smile on your face and wish her joy and happiness."

"Yes, ma'am."

We were finishing kitchen clean up when the others got there. Shasta shooed everyone to the basement to start work as soon as the others doffed their clothes. Before we started, I asked her if I could have a few minutes of everyone's time. Shasta granted permission.

"We're going to be starting our own website under the moniker of 'Sister Slaves Bondage Furniture' and start selling our own product instead of going through Mistress Dark. Master will also design another piece of bondage furniture to add to our line. We anticipate profits to increase so all of you will likely see increases in your pay as a result of that change. Additionally, we believe the product will sell better if nude or semi-nude slaves are portrayed using the products as they are now. We can't use the same photos as we use in Mistress Dark's website because they are her slaves and her property. As such we will need to take photos of our own, perhaps even movies highlighting the functions of the furniture.

"Lisa and I are offering $500 dollars for each half day you agree to model for those photos and videos..."

The others started to speak and Shasta hushed them and told them to listen to all of it before commenting.

"If you model an entire day, it would be a $1000 dollars for you. If we can't get it all done in a day or two, there may be additional modeling dates. The models, men or women, will have their faces covered for the the filming so no one will know who you are. As a parting present to Mistress Dark, we will also demonstrate some of her products on our site, directing people to hers for those products. We expect those to include paddles, whips, vibrators, dildos, strap-ons and perhaps some clothing. You don't have to demonstrate any product you're uncomfortable with, nor go fully nude, though expect tits at a minimum and possibly bush to be visible in the clothing you choose to model in. The products may be demonstrated to the point of cumming as there is very little more arousing than a woman cumming.

"Our website will list only a post office address so it won't be tied to this address.

"If all goes successfully as planned, we may need to start manufacturing in an outside facility in addition to this one. We would expect that facility to be a fully clothed operation, so those of you wishing to wear clothing again, may be able to work there. Obviously, we wouldn't be offering cum breaks to the workers there, which would include both men and women, perhaps mostly men. We might also go with higher hourly wages and no profit sharing, if you'd like to make a change in that area of finances. At this point, I foresee Shasta having full control of that facility if we add it, as she knows exactly what's needed. We would resume control of this one so we can remain naked slaves. Any questions?"

"Who is going to take the pictures?" Melanie asked. "I wouldn't mind the extra money, but want to be sure photos of me don't start showing up everywhere else by some dishonest photographer."

"One of the people you know. We're not farming out to anyone else. It will only be someone you've been nude in front of before, however briefly. Most modern digital cameras are darn close to point and shoot easy and we'll shoot hundreds of photos so we can pick out only the best for the site. I'm willing to give you right of refusal for anything you don't want used."

"What happens to the photos not used?" Alice asked.

"Deleted. If we need more at a future date, we'll take more. I agree with the rest of you that we don't want naked photos of us floating around for other people to get hold of. I'll be in some of them. I expect the people who know who and what I am might possibly recognize me, but I don't want anyone else to, hence the masks."

"People may still be able to download our photos from the site," Charlotte said, "just like porn."

"Is there anything we can do to keep that from happening, Sean? Sean is going to be our web designer. It was his previous job before he became a slave."

"I can stop people from downloading photos, ma'am, but you can't stop people from doing screen grabs. Expect you'll be someone's masturbation fantasy and accept it, or choose not to participate. The focus of the photos should be the furniture, so most of the photos or videos shouldn't be close ups. For those demonstrating products where close ups are necessary, it's possible to crop the entire face or other features which might be recognized. Blur tattoos, remove identifying jewelry, that sort of thing. Perhaps use standardized collars and cuffs instead of those personally identifying a slave."

"Good point. We probably want to put collars and cuffs on everyone modeling so they look like submissive slaves."

When do you want to do this?" Janet asked, "and do you want a pregnant slave in the photos? Obviously, I need to speak to my Master before agreeing."

"We won't have all the photography equipment required until next week and it will be on the weekend so we don't take time out from actually building the furniture, so the weekend next, would be the earliest possible date. As for a pregnant slave, I think they could be very sexy in the right setting and could even be used as a Dominant in some of the photos. A slave forced to satisfy her pregnant Mistress because her husband is away or afraid to fuck her now she's pregnant. Some men get off on pictures of pregnant women. However, your pregnancy might make you more identifiable, Janet, so you need to take that into consideration. As we add more products, we'll eventually need more photos, so if you're uncomfortable doing it now, you should be able to do it in the future after delivering. Oh, as a side note, Lisa is now hoping to get pregnant. She's gone off birth control, so we're hoping for another baby in the next year or so."

Everyone immediately crowded around her to congratulate her.

"It hasn't happened yet," she said. "We're just starting the process."

"If I may, ma'am, some people are turned on by lactating breasts as well. We might want some photos where someone is squeezing the milk from your boobs as they're punishing you," Sean added, "perhaps as we're removing a baby from your arms. We could use a doll for that."

"Interesting option, Sean."

"Any more questions?" Shasta asked. "If not, get back to work."

We all got busy.

During our cum break, Sean was once again ignored. He didn't raise a peep regarding his exclusion. Shasta asked him about it.

"I assumed I'm still being punished, Mistress, though I should tell you, Master Scott had me fuck his slave last night. If you order me not to, I won't do it again."

"You do anything Scott say, since you be staying in his house."

"Yes, Mistress."

We got our first Amazon delivery during the day, the web design software. With no computer to install it on, we just set the box aside until we did get one. At some point during the afternoon, the subject of the Friday night poker game came up. Since it didn't affect our work, Shasta allowed it.

During the discussion, it came out that slaves were often sold for the pleasure of others after the game.

"Let me get this straight. You or some other slave gets sold to one of the other poker players at the end of the game?"

"Yes, Mistress, mostly just for an act of sex, although on a few occasions, someone has been sold for an entire night. Master's mother was sold twice that way."

"Could I be sold, not as a slave, but just to fuck?"

"I don't know, it's never come up, Mistress. We're often displayed and inspected, much as we were before our ceremony, fingered and toyed with by all the potential bidders. The slave is required to do whatever her purchaser wants, and I'm sure you'd feel less control than you usually require for sex. Any or all of our holes can be sold, sometimes used one after the other, sometimes all at once, depending on the Master selling us. For instance your mouth could be sold to a woman and you'd have to pleasure her as she wanted, which usually requires you to lick her cunt. Fifteen minutes is the usual cut off for women since we're more orgasmic. The men usually fuck us longer as they get to cum at least once during their purchase."

She thought about that for a few minutes.

"Who usually plays in these games?"

"Master, Jerry, Chen, Edward and Rob Strong, Regina and Lisa. This Friday, Dan is playing and he's offering Sandy to be sold. Are you thinking of playing so you can buy a slave, Mistress?"

"Why does Lisa play if she's a slave? And no, I don't know nothing about poker and I got you to lick my cunt."

"Lisa has always been one of the poker players. She's the first one who purchased my services. She asked to be a slave the following day. She's been forced to serve and gotten sold a couple times, Mistress, but mostly she plays so they have enough players. They like to have a minimum of six and sometimes another player can't play due to illness or something. Jerry may not be back from LA in time for the start of the game."

"I'm hoping a cock would buy me. Let me ask this? What if my holes are sold as a non-slave? The person who purchases me has a right to the hole, but not how I'm fucked. Say if Jerry buys my cunt, he gets it, but only the way I want; Ride him cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, whatever I want and not him. If my mouth gets bought by a woman, she can get her cunt licked, but has to lick mine as well, my choice not hers?"

"Well, Regina has licked cunt a couple times, Mistress, but mostly out of curiosity. I don't know if that would throw her off or not. Lisa doesn't care one way or the other."

"I think I'd like that, selling my holes. I still need a good fucking. If I sell it, do I keep the money."

"That's prostitution and illegal, Mistress. The money goes to charity. I usually have mine go to the American Red Cross. Cindy and Sandy donated to a battered women's shelter. The person sold decides where the money goes."

"Bring it up to the group and see if anyone is willing to fuck me under my rules?"

"I'll send out a text tonight, Mistress."

I looked at Sean, but his expression was passive, and I hoped it was because he was learning.

At the end of the workday, Lisa and I had to satisfy Shasta, while Rhonda and Sean started supper. She didn't stay after, wanting to go home for supper since she missed last night. Tonight was the first night Lisa could be fucked in the cunt, so I hoped Master had something good planned for her and wouldn't waste his erections on someone else. She had to be desperate for sex by now. I was after my piercing.

When Master got home, he shouted, "Where's the lovely Lisa? I have a present for you."

Lisa stepped out of the kitchen, knelt and replied, "Right here, Master. How can I serve you?"

"Stand up."

"Yes, sir."

She stood and he bent her over the dining room table, pulled his zipper down, extracted his cock, and fucked her right there, pounding her hard. He kept going until he emptied himself into her cunt. Lisa climaxed four times. She was panting hard when he finished.

"Stay there."

"Yes, sir."

Master went to our bedroom while Lisa waited, breathless. He came back naked with some of our rope and both strapless vibrators. He set them on the table, beside her, fastened her hands down on the other side of the table and her feet tied and spread on the other.

"This slave is now open for business to everyone. Enjoy."

"Does, this include me, Master Scott?" Sean asked.

"It does. But only her ass or her mouth. Her cunt is mine for the foreseeable future."

I removed his cock cage and Sean immediately stopped what he was doing and pushed into Lisa's bottom. Master took up stirring the item on the stove. Ten minutes later, Sean too, emptied himself. He returned and Rhonda was the next to use her, though all she did was lick the cum dripping from her nether parts until Lisa climaxed three more times. Rhonda returned and took over the salad making so I could use her next, inserting one of the strapless vibrators in my pussy, turning it on and thrusting into Lisa's pouting pussy. I didn't stop fucking her until I'd had three orgasms myself. She had more because I was thrusting into her.

"Should I release her now?" I asked.

"No. She'll remain there until I release her."

When we sat down for dinner, Master sat by her head and fed her and himself. Occasionally, one of us would pause in our eating to caress her bottom, kiss her cunt or even fuck her again. Rhonda did first, using the other strapless, still needing to cum herself. Master continued feeding her during her fucking, though I'm not sure how much she ate compared to how often she orgasmed, moaning like the slut she was.

I told Master about Shasta wishing to be sold at the poker game.

"As a slave!" Master said, astounded.

"Not as a slave, sir. She just wished to offer herself for fucking. She wouldn't serve under the table and while her purchaser would get the hole they purchased, Shasta would determine for herself how she was fucked." Master looked at Sean, who remained impassive. "She wished me to text the other players and make the offer."

"If that's what she wants, we should honor her wishes," Master said. "Send the text."

I did as he requested. Soon I started receiving responses, most just saying they were interested and would talk about it at poker.

Eventually, Sean stood up and fucked Lisa again, a little harder than the first time. While he was doing that, Master stood on the other side and fed Lisa his cock.

"Don't cum until I do," Master ordered Sean.

"Yes, sir."

Both of them sawed into each end of her, Lisa whimpering around the cock in her mouth. Master finally climaxed, grunting, sending more protein down to her gullet. Sean pumping more in on the opposite end of her digestive system. Then they both sat down and Master continued feeding her food. With Sean's and her cum running down her leg, I eventually got behind her and tidied up the mess left behind, Lisa moaning again as my tongue searched every crevice to extract what might have been missed earlier.

Master stopped feeding her when she said she had enough. The rest of us began cleaning up, but Master used her cunt again, fucking her for a long time before he thrust deep and pulsed out his next load of cum.

There she remained, tied across the table until the kitchen was cleaned. Master told Sean to disappear, and when he'd gone to the basement, finally released first her legs, then her hands. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Rhonda and I followed. He ran a tub of hot water and got into it with her, washing her, even her hair, playing with her, giving her another orgasm or two in the process. Lisa was feeling quite mellow when they finished.