A Taste of Slavery Ch. 62

Bill hugged her, saw Master on the bed, dressed.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, darling, but you have to move. We're blocking the hallway."

Evelyn tugged Bill through the door, and the rest of us followed, me pulling Regina, on a leash. Rhonda and Lisa carrying the things we'd brought with us, including the garment bag holding Master's suit.

"Kneel, Whore," Bill said, and Regina knelt on the floor, waiting, her skirt riding up to expose her cunt which Master appreciated. Rhonda closed the door behind us.

"Hands behind your head," Bill said, "spread your knees apart. Show Scott your pretty pussy. This is the way you will always kneel when I tell you to."

Whore blushed again, but did as she was told.

"Robert, be back here at six to pick us up."

"Yes, sir."

"You slaves should strip and save your finery for later," Bill said.

Of course, our clothes were off in a trice, not needing to be told twice. Whore was a little slower as she had to stand up to strip down, then she resumed her position on the floor.

"What's happening later?" Master asked. "Why dressed so nice?"

"We're eating at Trelio's, Master. Master Bill is paying for all of us, Chen and Janet too. You'll be impressed."

"We've eaten at Trelio's before," Master said.

"Not like this, sir, believe me."

Nobody currently in the room except for Bill and I, knew what was going to happen.

"We have reservations at seven. If you need anything before then, order from the room service menu."

"It's too bad we didn't bring swimsuits," I said. "They have a nice indoor pool and spa at this hotel."

"Hmm. I might be able to do something about that. Let me check with the front desk."

Bill left. Was he going to buy suits for all of us? Then I thought about his call to the restaurant. I hoped he wasn't going to buy the whole swimming pool.

I dropped Whore's leash and while I leapt on Master and kissed him frantically, thanking him for selling me to Bill, the rest of them were chatting except for Whore, still kneeling on the floor. Bill came back about twenty minutes later with bathrobes for all of us. He started taking off his clothes, asking Master to do the same.

After they were stripped, he handed us each a robe. "Put these on and follow me. Evelyn, please grab the room service menu."

We donned our robes and followed him downstairs. Since Whore was still leashed, I led her through the hotel. The door to the hot tub was marked 'Out of Order'. Bill went inside anyway, using a key.

"The sign's just to keep anyone from disturbing us," he said, taking off his robe.

"How much did you pay to get us the hot tub, Master?" Evelyn asked, taking off her robe, the rest of us following suit, starting to get in the tub. We all got in and Bill turned it on.

"Only two grand," he said. "Cheap at the price. Whore, it's time for you to work on your cock sucking. You have two cocks and I assume some experience, though you weren't very good last night. You need to suck cock like a slave, because you are one. You start with Scott. No matter what happens, you aren't to stop sucking his cock, upon pain of punishment, twenty-five more swats for disobedience. It's important to concentrate on what's in front of you. Scott, sit on the edge of the tub. Whore, to the edge and start sucking. You may begin."

Master sat on the edge of the spa and Whore lifted his limp prick and began sucking. She did okay, until he started getting hard. When he was about half hard, she started struggling getting all of him inside her mouth. Eventually, she was only sucking the top half of his cock. I went beside her.

"I will be responsible for your training, Whore. We definitely need to work on your cock sucking. You won't be adequate until you can do this."

I grabbed her hair and pulled her off Master's prick, then sucked him to the back of my throat, bobbing up and down a couple times, then releasing him and pushing her head back onto his prick. "Now you suck."

She tried again, with little more success. I put my lips at her ears, whispering. "When he's at the back of your throat and you feel you can't go any further without gagging, swallow and go down a little more, swallow again, and keep swallowing. Swallow more, swallow harder. That's the trick. Down you go, now swallow. A little more, back up, grab a deep breath, back down, swallow twice; get more of him down. That's another inch right there. Better Whore. Another breath, take more of him this time. Swallow, swallow, swallow. One more inch and you've got it."

I kept encouraging her and five minutes later, she finally got all of Master down. The rest she could learn later, the seduction, the tiny things to please a man. At least she had all of his cock down her throat. The door to the room opened and a porter came in.

"Can I take your drink orders, please."

I suddenly realized this was a mini-Trelio's moment. Naked slaves serving their Masters in front of others. He was preparing Whore for what was to come later. Whore started to pull off Master, sputtering, realizing she was now sucking cock in a public place with an employee watching. I pushed her head back down not allowing her to leave his prick. The rest of them were under the clear water, but the tops of both Whore and I were quite visible, as was Master, though his cock was covered by Whore's head.

"Keep sucking. Your Master told you not to stop sucking his cock under any circumstances or you'll be punished. He's not given you permission to stop."

I made sure Whore was going to keep sucking as the others gave their orders. Master was showing signs of his impending orgasm, thrusting lightly, his hand resting on her head. I too was exposed in a public place and wished it was me sucking Master's cock in front of this stranger.

"Unghh, unghh," he groaned, releasing, his cum flooding her mouth, choking her.

"Swallow, whore," I whispered. "Never waste a drop of a Master's cum."

She was swallowing, desperately trying to keep up with Master's flood of cum.

The bellhop, wide eyed, asked me, "What would you like, Miss?"

The water was only up to my waist as I was standing beside Whore. He was trying not to stare at my breasts, nor the gulping slave beside me, with little success.

"I'll have a lime margarita, please, salt on the rim. Get her the same," pointing to Whore.

Whore sometimes drank them on poker nights, and the salted rim might meld well with Master's cum.

"And you, sir?" The bellhop asked. "What would you like?"

Master was just finishing his orgasm, still moaning slightly.

"I'll have a whiskey sour, please, thank you," hips still thrusting.

"Very good, sir, I'll be back with your drinks shortly."

He left, locking the door behind him. I finally let Whore release Master, his orgasm over.

"You almost blew it, Whore," William said. "Your punishment for disobedience is going to take place at Trelio's tonight."

"Master," Whore panicked, "it's a public place. People will be watching; strangers, strangers will be watching, even people I know and associate with go to Trelio's."

"Then it behooves you to remain obedient, doesn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now me. It's time to suck my cock. Don't stop for any reason. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." She'd be sucking another cock when the porter returned with our drinks.

William sat up on the edge of the spa and Whore started sucking. She did much better this time. It appeared she didn't require further assistance from me. I joined Master, now in the water.

"Scott, I was meaning to ask you, did you include my chauffeur in your activities last night?"

"We did. I thought you'd granted your permission. Did your slave lie?"

"No, she didn't," Bill said, ruffling her hair. "I just thought Robert would be a bit more awkward today. I thought it might be possible I'd end up having to fire him."

"Yes. I knew it might create some difficult moments. Before we started, I told him it was very important to maintain his professionalism. That if he didn't, it might result in misfortune. I showed him your badge on your slave and said Evelyn was your property and her use was totally your prerogative and he was never to assume this little episode would ever be repeated. He was to treat your slave better than he did your car, as she was by far the more valuable property."

William had an erection now which Whore was doing her best to relieve. I think she hoped she'd be done before the porter returned.

"Thanks for that. He couldn't have been more professional this morning. Evelyn, did you enjoy fucking Robert last night?"

"Yes, Master."

"Perhaps Whore should fuck him today," he mused. "I could reward him for his discretion."

Our drinks arrived. Two porters, one carrying the tray, the other to unlock the door. Or perhaps the first just told a buddy he had to see what was going on in the spa. They distributed the drinks to the appropriate parties. The porter giving William his drink, asked what he should do with drink for the lady who was occupied.

"I'll hold it," he said, "I'm nearly finished."

He was finished. Whore was gulping his cum down and Bill was savoring her attentions to his spurting prick. Having served the drinks, the porter asked if we were ready to order our food. Whore finally finished with her Master and sank into the water beside him.

We passed around the menu and started ordering sandwiches from it. Since we were going out tonight, I didn't want to overeat now. I ordered a small chef's salad. Bill and Master both ordered cheeseburgers.

"Have you had enough nourishment, Whore, or would you like a sandwich to go with your cum?" Bill asked, once again calling attention to her and what she'd been doing.

"I'll have a BLT, sir," she mumbled.

The porter didn't hear, but Bill repeated it for her.

"Very good, sir. We should have your food in roughly half an hour."

"Thank you. Please bill my suite," and gave him the room number.

We sipped our drinks, chatting, talking about this and that. Master inquired about the extent of Whore's training this far.

"Mostly just working on her cunt licking skills, Master."

"In fact," Bill said. "She should be practicing her skills again. Whore, please start licking cunts again. Start with my wife and since she needs to catch up with the others, give her four orgasms, then two apiece for the others."

As the rest of us chatted, one at a time, a slave would sit on the edge of the spa and Whore would pleasure them. She was pleasuring me when our food arrived, three porters this time. I proudly sat there with my legs spread and made the appropriate noises as I climaxed. I was the second to last and Whore's face was well covered with cum, seven orgasms and counting. Whore had resigned herself to being used publicly. She barely looked up when they entered, noticing only a third person was present as she lapped at my cunt. I think she felt her face wasn't visible if it was buried between someone's thighs. They left the food on the tray stands to get as we wished and left. I had my second orgasm as they were preparing to leave and I called attention to it.

"I'm cumming," I moaned. "Lick my cunt, Whore. Good girl. I'm cumming. You're getting much better at this than you were this morning."

They paused a moment to watch, smirking, as only young men can. I smiled at them, giving them a thumbs up. They laughed and left. Whore moved on to Lisa, the last slave she had to service.

"Why did you decide to name your slave, Whore?" Master asked, getting his own burger and handing Bill his.

"Regina could not possibly be a slave's name," Bill said. "It stands for queen in Latin. Slaves can't be named queen. It's an oxymoron. We were thinking of appropriate names for a slave and Pet was mentioned, which did sound good. Lisa said Mistress Dark named one of her slaves, Slut. A good name, but sounded confusing, sharing the same name, so Shasta suggested Whore. It stuck, so Whore she is."

"It's quite amusing," Master said. "When this first began and it was determined we would be having sex with other people, we decided that I would only have sex with other slaves, like my own. Regina seemed upset I couldn't have sex with her since she wasn't a slave. When I started having sex with non-slaves, such as Shasta, she offered to sell her cunt in the same manner as Shasta did to have sex with some of the other poker players, including myself. Now, she is a slave and doesn't need to offer herself. You get to decide who she fucks."

"Yes, and she will be fucking lots of people. Slaves should be used and used frequently," Bill said. "So Whore will be a very good name."

"Master," Whore said, "I was told I would not be subjected to anything your other slave was not subjected to."

"That's true, Whore, so when you wear a leash into the restaurant tonight, she'll be wearing a leash. She was sold to someone else last night. You'll be sold to someone next week. She fucked the chauffeur, you'll fuck the chauffeur. You won't be treated differently than my other slave."

"Yes, Master." No relief there.

Poor Whore. Two weeks ago, she probably wouldn't be fucking anyone other than her Master. Her Master had now opened the gates for his slave to fuck other men. I suspected Whore was now going to be fucking a lot of other men, perhaps even in public if today was any indication. I think she knew it too. She looked quite dejected.

I crossed the spa and pulled her into my arms, kissing her, surprising her. My lips lingered on hers, pressing against her, my hand reaching between her legs. Whore hadn't been allowed to cum since breakfast. Being a slave wasn't all sucking cocks and licking cunts. Under my incessant pressure, her lips parted under mine and our tongues entangled, danced. She gasped when I found her magic button, rubbing two fingers on either side of it. I kept it up until she moaned for me, thrusting her hips against my questing hand, surrendering to her pleasure.

"Don't fight it, slave," I whispered, kissing her ear. "For the first time in your life, you don't need to conform to other peoples expectations. You can be a whore and no one will give a shit. Your Master expects it, and the rest of us slaves understand it. You can be a bad girl and no one will care."

She looked at me. "Is this what it is for you, Domina?" She whispered.

"Exactly like this. When you were sucking Master's cock and the porter came in, I wished to be the one sucking his cock. I'm proud of my slavery. To have someone witness my love and adoration to my Master makes me wet inside. When I was at Brianna's last week, my Master bent me across the supper table and fucked me in front of everyone. I was proud my Master was willing to show how much he enjoyed his slave by fucking me in public. If he could fuck me on the streets of Fresno without us being arrested, I'd spread my legs in the middle of town square. I'm a slut slave. I know that now. Surrender and you'll enjoy it so much more."

I kissed her again. This time her lips willingly parted for mine, the kiss soft and feminine. I released her and went back to my Master. Whore watched me. I kissed him, whimpering when he caressed my breasts, my throbbing nipples.

"What did you tell her?" Master asked, his hand rubbing my ass.

"I told her to quit fighting her slavery and surrender to it. She'd enjoy this week more if she did."

"Good advice," Master said, "from one slave to another."

We stayed at the spa until around four, William having his new slave suck his cock one more time before we left. He told us to leave the empty dishes and glasses on the trays. Someone would be buy to pick them up later. We put on our robes and went back to his room. We took showers two by two to wash off the chlorine. I showered with Whore, soaping her up, even giving her another orgasm after we'd rinsed. She was clinging to me as she climaxed, gasping softly in my arms.

"You need to learn to return pleasure for pleasure," I whispered, "though others are waiting for the shower, so I'll delay your reciprocation."

"Yes, Domina."

Evelyn had some nice products to moisturize after showers. One went on our wet skin and was allowed to air dry. It left my skin feeling soft and silky. I showed Master the suit we'd brought him for our dinner tonight. He thanked me. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock.

"Nothing would give me more pleasure, Master, but I think you may want to save yourself for later. Master Bill has some surprises in store tonight. I'm the only one who knows what they are, but I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Master smiled. "You intrigue me."

"Yes, sir."

We were all dressed when Robert came to the room to collect us. Evelyn was wearing a floor length green gown with high slits up the side, nearly to her waist, and another slit down the middle of her chest. Her breasts flowing freely under the thin material like mine and Rhonda's.

"I saw you speaking to Whore earlier," Bill said. "Do you think she'll need to wear a Slave Trainer?"

"I think it's never a bad thing for a slave to wear a Slave Trainer when they're being trained, sir. It reinforces the notion that her orgasms don't belong to her; they belong to you."

He smiled. "Then you should help put one on her, and make sure we bring the other one and the chargers tonight."

"Yes, sir," I smiled back.

"What's this thing?" Whore asked as I helped her put it on.

"It's called a Slave Trainer. New slaves frequently have to wear them."

She didn't fight it; she didn't know. I asked Master to control it since Bill didn't have the app on his phone. He smiled and turned it on. Whore jumped, feeling the vibrations start, thinking she might be cumming soon. Poor slave. That certainly wasn't going to happen.

We all went down to the limousine, following Robert. Since I knew he'd fucked Evelyn, I watched him closely to see if I could detect signs of their carnal knowledge. Robert seemed to be the consummate professional. I couldn't detect a scintilla of evidence he'd had his cock in Evelyn's cunt. Even when she smiled and thanked him for helping her into the car, he maintained his stiff demeanor.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Thornhill."

He was the same with the rest of us, despite our sexy attire. We could have been dressed in parkas for all the attention he paid us.

Since Chen's was on the way to Trelio's, it was easy enough to pick them up on our way. Chen was dapperly dressed. It's hard to find maternity clothes most slaves would find sexy, Janet didn't quite have the sophistication and daring or our attire, but she still looked nice. I kissed her when Chen and Robert helped her to get in the car.

"It will be so nice when I deliver," Janet muttered.

"I felt the same at this stage of my pregnancy. I felt fat, ugly and ungainly. I was surprised anyone wanted to fuck me."

"I'm glad my Master doesn't seem to have any qualms about fucking the pregnant broad," Janet said. "I think I'm even hornier carrying this bowling ball around."

Chen laughed, kissing his slave. "That's because you're beautiful."

"Will you still think so in another month, Master."

"We'll have to see. I make no promises." He kissed her again.

Whore whispered to me, "Shouldn't this thing be making me orgasm by now?"

"No," I replied. No point in giving her the bad news yet.

When we arrived at Trelio's, there wasn't eight other cars in the parking lot; probably staff vehicles.

"This place is usually much busier," Whore said. "Especially on Saturday night. Even with reservations, it isn't odd to wait a half hour for a seat."

Master noticed the same thing. He looked at me. I smiled at him. Chen and Janet weren't surprised. They'd heard the phone call too.

William attached leashes to Evelyn and Whore. "Come along, slaves. Robert, after you park, why don't you come inside and have supper with us."