My Descent into Slavery Ch. 08

Beth helps Dr. Helene Rochat with a marital issue. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and group sex. My world does not include STD's and COVID. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. Any remaining errors are mine.

My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 8 -

Marital Woes

We were looking at wedding and engagement rings at Roman Mayer's. Helene was with us, providing guidance. Neither Sahar nor I had ever purchased anything but costume jewelry and cheap trinkets before, except the stuff I got for Master's wedding.

"They have a lot of nice things here," Helene said. "If you want, they have customized jewelry made by Josephine Christidis-Mayer, the granddaughter of the founder."

"I like what we're looking at. I don't think I need customized. Pick out whatever you want, Sahar, as long as it's less than $50,000 US dollars."

Sahar pointed down to one in the display case. "I really love this one for you. Are you sure your Master is okay with spending his money to buy you jewelry?"

"That is lovely. I'm certain, Sahar. He told me that for saving me, he was willing to give you anything he could. I told him I was giving you what you wanted most, which was me. Doesn't mean he won't pay for rings for us. He really is grateful. If not for you, I couldn't be with him anymore."

"I'd like to see it on your hand."

Helene attracted the attention of a clerk. If not for her, they might have ignored us. Sahar and I didn't look like we could afford much in this store. I looked like a typical college student and Sahar looked like she came off the beaches at Normandy, military fatigues and a t-shirt.

"Hello, my name is Peter. How may I help you?" he asked Helene. She was smartly dressed and had on jewelry worthy of a successful cosmetic surgeon.

"Not me, them. This is Beth," pointing to me, "and the other one is named Sahar. They're looking for engagement rings and wedding bands. Their budget is $50,000 dollars; apiece."

His eyes opened in surprise, having judged a book by its cover. "Yes, mademoiselles, how may I assist?"

I want to see how this ring looks on Beth's hand," Sahar said.

"Of course, Mademoiselle."

Sahar had picked a triple shank ring with a 1.5 carat center diamond with two, .5 carat side stones, all of which had halos of smaller stones all around it, and the center stone seemed to have two halos, as the outer shanks came up on either side. The shanks were also loaded with smaller diamonds, except for the very bottom of the ring. The thing gleamed in the lights of the store. It looked spectacular. I loved it. It was priced at just under $20,000. I don't know what Swiss taxes were, but I was sure it would go over 20 with taxes. It would need to be resized slightly.

"We'll take this one," I said.

"May I see?" Helene said, holding her hand out.

I handed it to her and she asked for a jewelers glass and inspected the largest stone, then the two smaller diamonds on the side..

"The big stone has an ugly occlusion in it. She'll need a better stone. The two smaller stones are fine. Their occlusions are almost invisible."

"Can you show me?" I asked.

She handed me the glass and held the stone up. "Look around the ten o'clock position when you hold it like this. You'll see a black smudge, carbon that didn't crystallize."

I looked and I did see it. "They're more visible in larger stones like this one," Helen said. "Almost all diamonds might have some small occlusions, which they'll try to hide in the setting or with the cut, but if you're going to pay this much for a ring, get the best stone you can."

"You heard the woman. Let me look at some 1.5 carat loose stones to replace this one."

"Right away. A better stone will cost more money, of course."

"Of course." He walked away and I thanked Helene.

"It wasn't a bad stone, probably VS2, or just under, but you could do better with your budget."

"A good thing I brought you with. I know nothing about jewelry except what I like. Sahar, I was thinking of this one for you. Not too flashy, for you're not a flashy girl, but a serious diamond on a serious ring."

I showed it to her. It was a round, nearly two carat diamond, tension set in an etched platinum band. The diamond didn't stick up above the band, protected within it, and she was unlikely to knock it loose even if she wore it while punching a heavy bag. Even though it didn't have as many diamonds, because of the one larger one, it was almost as much as mine.

"I was thinking that you could wear this nearly all the time without risk of losing your stone, even if you were working out, or punching someone in the jaw."

Sahar laughed. "You're right. It's perfect."

Peter heard my comment as he was coming back. "Punch someone in the jaw?"

"She's my bodyguard, but don't worry about your jewelry. She's far more likely to shoot you than hit you if you're threatening me, and this will go on her left hand, not her gun hand. We'd like to see this one for her. Let our friend look at it to see if the quality is sufficient."

Sahar smiled sweetly as he looked at her. Sahar tried it on and it did look amazing on her hand. She handed it to Helene who looked at it with the jewelers glass.

"There are a couple, very tiny occlusions in this one that are essentially unnoticeable, and one slightly larger one, but it's almost invisible in this setting. This stone should be fine."

She started going through the loose stones Peter had brought out. "This one. This is the diamond for your ring," Helene said, holding it up.

It ended up adding another three thousand to the ring. We got plain platinum wedding bands to go with the engagement rings; nothing too flashy if we were trying to be low key. I also added a nice necklace for Sahar, a diamond pendant, three stones set in a platinum bar which would dangle between her breasts, calling attention to them. He got our ring sizes and told them they'd be finished day after tomorrow. Sahar wore the necklace out of the store.

We had a lunch at a nearby cafe. It was short. I didn't like sitting yet, and kept standing up. Helene next led us to a high end lingerie store, better than Victoria's Secret, from the prices. They had the Couture Nuit items I'd gotten in Norway, plus some other things from Addiction Nouvelle, Bracli, Colette & Sebastian, Fraulein Kink, Maison Close, Catanzaro, Something Wicked and VoyeurX.

We all got pearl thongs by Bracli. The crotch consisted of Spanish pearls which went through your slit stimulating your clit and other parts of your pussy and bottom. We also got assorted Bracli Bralettes to go with them, all sheer. Sahar's was the Sydney double pearl thong and bralette in blue. It went perfectly with her exotic Mediterranean coloring.

"You know, this is going to keep us aroused as hell," Sahar said, trying it on in the dressing room.

"Oh, yes."

"You don't have any issues being aroused anyway."

"Oh, no," I said.

"You want to fuck me now, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes."

"We're getting this shit then."

I laughed. "Yes, we are, mademoiselle."

We all got an assortment of gold and black pasties from Maison Close and leather pasties from VoyeurX for wearing under sheer garments in public. I got an Eternity leather harness set and Lilly Leather studded harness set from the same designer. I got us each a couple of Bluebella Nova open cup bras. I got Sahar a couple of open thongs from Luxxa.

"What's the difference between this and nothing?" Sahar asked.

"Presentation," I replied.

"You want to fuck me some more, don't you."

"You know me so well."

"We're buying this shit too."

"I know."

Helene got the Bordelle Lingerie, Ula Bondage Body Harness, in black. "This is what you need to be wearing when Pieter gets home tomorrow night."

"You think so? Not the Bracli London Playsuit?"

"No, you wear that one around work. It keeps you horny and juicy for when you get home, but the body harness is what you wear when you want to be ravaged. This along with the Maison Close Chambre Noire LTD cuffs and collar. You want to look like a total slave slut willing to do anything to satisfy your Master."

"Ooh, I'm tingling."

"Ride it, girl. Ride that feeling right up until Pieter slams his cock into you."

"If this doesn't do it, nothing will," Helene said.

I got the Maison Close Accroche Coeur Open Cup bra, and Blue Angel Open bra in metallic blue, plus micro mini panty, plus a Bordelle Lingerie Art Deco Harness in Black. The harness made me look like a collared slave even though I didn't have Master's collar on at the moment. The Bordelle Lingerie Ula Ouvert Wire bra made my tits look fantastic. To go with it, I got the Ula Crotchless Ouvert brief. Crotchless was right. It left the entire pubic area bare, with panels on the hips, but only a strap going around the leg.

"Now I want to fuck you," Sahar said, running her fingers over my taut, puckered nipples.

"Then it works as advertised."

"I always thought lingerie for sex slaves was useless, considering how often you're naked, but you don't even have to take this off to be fucked. I understand now why you buy this. It really is sexy, even sexier than naked sometimes. No wonder Muslims think you should be covered. You're a walking wet dream."

"Wonderful, isn't it."

Sahar laughed. "Just wait until we get back to the hotel. I'm going to rape you."

"Don't tease me, please me."

I bought Sahar the Maison Close blue angel open catsuit in metallic blue. "I think you should wear this when we leave with nothing but a short skirt and the leather nipple pasties."

"I'll have to fight off all the people who want to fuck me."

"You wanted more exercise." Sahar laughed again.

The nice thing about all this lingerie is Master would love it too. It wasn't all for Sahar, although she'd be the immediate beneficiary.

I bought a semi sheer black blouse and when I left the store, I was wearing the Bracli Kyoto pearl thong brief, Maison Close Accroche Coeur Open cup bra, the Art Deco harness, VoyeurX leather pasties with the sheer blouse and my short skirt. I looked like a total slut when I left, but a rich slut, one who wouldn't have been kicked out of Roman Mayer Jewelry for looking poor. We had a number of shopping bags now. Sahar was in her catsuit with a short dress and leather pasties. Helene had slutted up her wardrobe, and added some of the lingerie she'd purchased under it.

I didn't want to walk back to the hotel carrying all this stuff, so I called for Antoine to come dine with us, then take us back. We walked to a nearby restaurant Helene gave us the name of. The seats were more cushioned than the cafe where we took lunch, so I wouldn't have to stand as much.

When Antoine saw us, he stopped dead in his tracks. "I didn't think it was possible for you three to look any better. Seems I was wrong. You look ravishing."

"All the better to be ravished," I said. "We'll need all these shopping bags placed in the trunk, please, then join us."

It didn't take him long to find his way back to our table.

As we ate, I paid a lot of attention to Sahar, letting her know in no uncertain terms, how important she was to me, despite my having sex with other people. That left Antoine and Helene to flirt with each other, which they did. Antoine being French, he knew how to flirt with pretty women. More than a few times, I saw his hand lingering on hers when he'd leaned forward to hear her better, or pretended to.

Helene paid for this meal too, though I said it was my turn.

"I want to thank you for helping me. Today has been so much fun. I feel free in a way I never have before. I suppose I should go home now."

"Not yet," I said. "We're going back to the hotel first so you can rehearse what you're going to say and do with Pieter tomorrow night."

She looked at our male companion. "With Antoine?"

"Who else?"

Helene shivered and smiled. "Yes, please."

We returned to the hotel and we had Antoine wait outside the room while Helene changed into the outfit she was going to use on her husband when he returned home tomorrow. Talk about wet dreams. I'd do the sexy doctor in a heartbeat. I stuck my head out the door.

"Give it thirty seconds, then knock on the door, then respond naturally to whatever happens."

"Oui."

I closed the door on him and sat with Sahar on the sofa as Helene prepared for it. When Antoine knocked, she let him in, then knelt. She played it pretty much how I told her to play it when we discussed it earlier. Antoine was happy to let her pull out his cock and start sucking him. The one difference to how I saw it playing out, is Antoine didn't finish in her mouth. After she'd sucked him off for five minutes - and she was doing a much better job than the first time she did him - Antoine threw her on the bed and fucked her hard. I don't know if it was what her husband was going to do, but I did tell Antoine to respond naturally. Natural to him was filling her hot cunt with his cum.

Helene had no complaints. She was panting on the bed in orgasmic bliss. "Then I'd tell him I had a threesome arranged for us."

Antoine began to clean his cum from her. Helene squirmed in delight.

"If Pieter responds like Antoine," I said, "you might be able to ignore the threesome part. Sahar and I can sneak out of there."

"But what if I want to have a threesome with you?"

"Damn, I've turned you into a horny bitch, just like me."

Helene giggled. "And after he's fucked you, I'll be cleaning his sperm out of you, just like this." She moaned as Antoine licked up her slit.

"I can't say I won't enjoy the fucking, or the clean up. I'll play it by ear, follow your lead."

I got a phone call, and the caller ID said it was Nicole.

"Hello, Nicole. Are you letting us know that you're on your way back to Geneva?"

"Yeah, tomorrow, same time, around 9:30."

"I'll make sure Antoine is there to pick you up. I should tell you that Sahar and I will be busy tomorrow night, so you'll have to entertain yourself with Antoine in the limo. I'll be able to pay attention to you the following day."

"I knew you would find someone else." If you could say someone was pouting over the phone, Nicole was pouting.

"A friend has arranged for a threesome for her husband. I'm helping her out. I'm no more attached than I was before my surgery."

"What is Sahar doing?"

"She's my protection."

"I can't say Antoine is a hardship. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Goodbye, Nicole, see you tomorrow around noon."

"Who was that?" Helene asked.

"Stewardess on the flight we flew to Switzerland on."

"My, you really do seduce everyone."

"Just the ones I like, although I didn't know I'd like Nicole. We were on a redeye from New York and I was licking Sahar under a blanket so we could join the Mile High Club. Suddenly, I felt someone fingering me on the other end, and I still felt both of Sahar's hands on my head. I had no idea who was finger fucking me except that Sahar trusted them and the fingers were small enough I suspected a woman was doing it. It wasn't until Sahar got her orgasm and I looked out from under the blanket I could see it was a pretty blonde flight attendant. Then I had to lick her to an orgasm for letting us fool around on her flight."

"I wondered how you ended up with her," Antoine said.

"There it is, that's my story."

"I'd better get home," Helene said. "My kids are probably already there. Antoine, can you help me put my purchases into my car."

"Of course, madame."

"We don't need you anymore tonight, Antoine. I need to fuck my fiancée. We'll see you when you bring Nicole."

"Very well, thank you, Beth."

"You're welcome."

Sahar and I spent the next 90 minutes having sex in as many different ways as we could. I really did enjoy having sex with her. She had a very sweet pussy, and I loved her.

******

We had time to fuck, shower, and eat before Nicole arrived. She wanted to have sex immediately and since we had no compelling reason not to, we spent an hour playing. She got another screamer, but she'd learned from previous encounters so squelched the noise, by burrowing her face in Sahar's cunt.

"No one does that any better than you do," Nicole said, slowly recovering from her orgasm as Sahar wiped her face off.

"So, you're going to forgive me for having to leave tonight?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I sounded so bitchy. I was just looking forward to this visit so much. My pussy has been wet the last week thinking of it."

"You might get one more trip out of me before I leave Switzerland. I was thinking we should go on a boat ride on Lake Geneva tomorrow. I haven't gotten to do any sightseeing at all, and the scenery is incredible."

"That would be okay."

We ate an early supper so we could leave and be at Doctor Rochat's residence before her husband got there. Since he was due to arrive at six, we got there at 5:30. Antoine dropped us off, then he and Nicole drove a few hundred yards away and settled down for some sex until I called for him again. The Rochat's had a beautiful, well appointed home, as might be expected for a successful businessman and surgeon. There was a picture of Pieter in the entry with his two children, a little younger than they were now, perhaps four years ago. He was a handsome man. I was looking forward to fucking Pieter and her.

I saw there was an entry hallway that extended towards the back of the house, going past stairs to the upper floor. If we sat at the end of that hall, without a light on over us, we'd be in the dark, so we put a couple chairs there. I removed the outer clothes I'd been wearing leaving only the Ula Ouvert wire bra and crotchless brief. I put a towel on the chair as my pussy was drooling. With the light on over the entry we could see Helene seduce her husband until it was time for me to make an appearance. Helene was waiting beside the door for him to make his appearance, standing for the moment. Her bondage body harness and collar and cuffs looked exquisite. The cuffs were fastened by a leather thong to the collar, making her look like a slave.

A few minutes past six, we heard a key in the lock and Helene immediately knelt on the floor as if waiting for her lord and Master. Pieter was surprised to see her there, and even more surprised when she removed his cock and started sucking him. He didn't even put down his briefcase, just leaned back against his front door and let her do her magic. Helene teased and tantalized him, putting almost everything she'd learned the last couple days to use. She didn't get him off right away, but delayed it, edging him as she was supposed to. He dropped his briefcase to the floor, grabbed her head and thrust deep inside her mouth, saying something in French, shaking as he climaxed.

So far, a good start. Then she began the introduction for me, informing him in French again that she brought someone home for them fuck together. I didn't know what she was saying, only what she was supposed to be saying, but it looked good. Helene seemed to be imploring him to give their relationship a chance or she'd need to seek someone else, because she didn't want to live like this anymore. He nodded at whatever she was saying, so was he agreeing to try? Pieter looked expectant as she finished her speech.

"Beth, join us please," Helene said. Pieter's face went from expectant to disappointed. Why?

I walked down the hall, eventually entering the light, and when I was visible, he became even more cold and distant seeming in his mannerisms. I knew I wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, but I wasn't a dog either, and the fucking lingerie I was wearing should be putting a poker in his pants.