My Descent into Slavery Ch. 09

"Say, aren't you married to that North Carolina Congresswoman?" One gentleman said, too interested in the fact that Master was dining with not one, but two, scantily clad women.

"I am, she's scheduled to join us tomorrow as a matter of fact. She wanted to attend the wedding of our good friends, Beth and Sahar. Show them your engagement rings, girls."

We flashed our rings at him, then I held hands with Sahar to throw off any suspicion that Master might be fucking outside of his marriage.

"How do you young women know Mr. Greenbriar?"

"He was instrumental in freeing us from involuntary, human trafficked slavery," I said. "Sahar from Brazil and me from Morocco. That big muck up that got all the publicity in early March; Mr. Greenbriar was critically involved in the freeing of close to a thousand women and men who were being trained as sex slaves. Of course, after being traumatized like that, I had to spend a couple months in therapy, then have surgery for all the scars on my back. I haven't really had a chance to thank him until now. He's even kind enough to pay for my wedding. I'm also eagerly waiting for the chance to thank Representative Miranda Ward-Greenbriar who sits on the House Select Committee on Human Trafficking who brought Human Trafficking to Mr. Greenbriar's attention."

"How did you two lovebirds meet?"

I looked him in the eye. "Sahar was one of those people who assaulted the fortified compound where I was being held. She was personally responsible for shooting the man who was about to brand me, emasculating him and shoving his cock and balls down his throat. She is now my personal bodyguard. Being a former slave herself, she considers any attempts to crowd me or threaten and/or intimidate me very seriously, as I'm still having a difficult time being around people who won't leave me alone and keep badgering me. She broke the nose of the last person who pestered me. I'd ask you to please step away. This is not something I wish to talk about with complete strangers, so fuck off."

Sahar stood up and he quickly hustled away.

"Did you really want me to break his nose?" Sahar asked as she sat back down. "I'm confused. You want me to tone down my aggressive impulses, but threaten someone who was not a threat."

"No nose breaking, not really. Sometimes the threat of violence is enough to get people out of your face, especially if they think you may have mental health issues. He was prying, hoping to discover some kind of scandal. We didn't need him poking into our business. I figure he might be less interested in prying now."

"Sometimes being married to a Congresswoman is a public relations nightmare," Master said. "She's always in the public eye, especially here in the States. I just have to be careful."

"Not so careful you can't share our bed tonight, right?" I asked.

Master smiled. "I'll share it, then probably sleep in another bed by myself, so there will be two unmade beds in the morning."

"It's better than nothing. It will be nice to be on board the American Entrepreneur again where we can sleep wherever the fuck we want."

"I think it might be convenient you two getting married. People assuming you're lesbians might get them to think there's no possible way I'm with you."

"One could hope."

Sahar must have made me climax a half dozen times in the restaurant, usually when one of the waiters was there bringing our food, bussing the table, filling our water glasses. I suspect they knew what was happening, as all the males quickly acquired erections when around our table. Sahar thought it was great fun.

"Do you see a cock you like?"

"Master's, since he now controls me."

"You can't see his cock. It's under the table."

"I know what it looks like and I know he's hard."

"Is it hard, Joshua?" Sahar asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think you might want relief soon. The waiters get to walk away occasionally."

Master laughed. "It's a condition I've had to get used to since accepting Beth's submission."

"She is a delightfully sexy thing, isn't she?"

"Most everyone concurs with that," Master agreed. "Morale on the ship hasn't been nearly as good as it was before she left. I think everyone is looking forward to her return."

"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" I asked.

"Your sister slaves are arriving at two PM, but you two have an appointment at L'amour Bridal Shop in Lahaina at nine AM. You can start picking out your bridal gowns, as they may need fitting before the wedding, although you both have nice bodies that might not require the dresses would require much in the way of alterations. If you're still there when they arrive, they'll join you there. They want to see you right away."

We walked along the beach on the way back to our residence, holding our shoes so we could wade in the water. I held Sahar's hand because there were people out and about.

"What are you two dykes doing walking on my beach?"

The speaker seemed to be some kind of hillbilly from Arkansas or someplace similar with a southern mountain drawl. He had to have money, or someone did in his family. He was fairly big, but also had a beer belly.

"Excuse me?" I said. "This is not your fucking beach. It's a resort beach and I'll thank you to keep your fucking mouth shut."

"You heard me, you fucking queer. You don't belong on my beach."

Master started to bow up.

"Let Sahar handle it. Start filming this for evidence," I advised him quietly. Louder, I said, "Sahar, this is one of the things I've talked to you about. Although there is nothing illegal about being a lesbian anywhere in the United States, neanderthals like this one still prance about hiding their own homosexual insecurities by threatening and demeaning others. He probably wants to get fucked in the ass by a big black cock, since he's probably a racist too. He can't admit to being a closet queer, so he thinks by making empty gestures like telling us to get off his beach, people won't realize he wants to suck a cock in the worst way."

I saw Master had his cameral out and was shooting our confrontation. Good man.

"Normally, we'd ignore cock loving dickheads like this one because his threats are empty anyway. He can't even beat up a girl like you, but since we've now insulted what little intelligence he has, he'll probably need to stamp his tiny feet, pout, and become even more belligerent. Why don't you find some swishy boy who wants to give it to you up the ass and quit threatening peaceful people who are here to get married, asshole?"

You could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"Run along now, faggot. Dykes coming through."

I released Sahar's hand so it would be free and walked directly at the asshole. He started backing away, then realized he was backing down from a couple of women. His ego got in the way and he took a swing at me. I ducked and he ended up with a broken arm. You could hear the snap a hundred feet down the beach. You could hear his high pitched scream a lot farther than that.

"Should I crush his balls?" Sahar asked, still holding onto his broken arm.

"I'm tempted," I said. "People as stupid as he is probably shouldn't breed for the good of the species, but no. Given how ugly and dumb he is, most women will likely avoid him like the plague anyway. Mr. Greenbriar, you might want to call 911 and let them know an idiot just earned a broken arm by attacking two women."

Master made the call. Sahar released his arm which he cradled against his body still crying like a baby. It didn't take too long for gendarmes to show up, which made me think they kept a close eye on this place, perhaps even had a substation nearby.

They asked what happened and I let Master do the explaining, showing them the film he'd made. They had to get my statement as well.

"We were walking along the beach enjoying the pleasant weather after dinner. This blob here told us it was his beach and dykes like us didn't belong on it. After trading insults, I continued down the beach in the presence of my fiancée and bodyguard, Ms. Hafeez. He took a swing at me, I ducked and my guardian angel broke the offending arm. I'd like to press charges on him for assault."

"He's the one with a broken arm."

"It wouldn't be broken if he didn't swing at me. I told him he was stupid and couldn't beat up my girlfriend. Apparently, he didn't believe me. She proved he was stupid and he couldn't beat her up. Not her fault."

After they saw the video, they had to arrest the guy. He clearly tried to smash my face in. They didn't handcuff him though. His arm was useless. We continued on.

"Now you know you don't have to worry about me, sir," I told Master. "I'm in good hands."

"You goaded him into swinging at you, Beth."

"Yes, I did. That might be another aftereffect of my slavery. I would probably have just walked away from him once upon a time, but I hate assholes and bullies more than I used to. Would he have said anything to a couple of body builder gay guys walking on the beach? No, he had to pick on a couple of girls. I'm not the only person who probably had to put up with shit like that from him. He would have picked on others before me. Maybe, just maybe, he quits picking on people."

"Or the next time he's got a knife or gun when he runs his mouth."

"Should I have had Sahar put him down?"

"No. I'm just not sure if you really accomplished anything."

"It made me feel better and that was enough. Maybe I can't change the world, but I no longer have to suffer fools."

"Keep an eye on her, Sahar. Don't let her get herself into trouble."

"I won't. I have to say I kind of enjoy watching her intellectually tearing some jerk a new asshole. It's almost as much fun as watching her cum on her new toy. Speaking of." She turned it on and let it run until I climaxed again.

We reached our residence and all three of us stripped off. I removed my toy and Sahar and I went into the bathroom so Sahar could shave me clean.

Bald again, I told Master I wanted him to provide Sahar with a love evolution. "You know what I'm talking about."

For the next hour, Master fucked Sahar. Oh, it wasn't all fucking. Sometimes he was licking her, other times fingering her, but the entire time, he was having sex with her while I cheered him on, encouraging Sahar to let herself go. She had some great fucking orgasms, panting, crying, whimpering, moaning; letting Master do everything he could to pleasure her. And he could do a lot. When Master unloaded in her, he flooded her. I quickly took care of Master, then leisurely took care of Sahar, giving her two more climaxes.

Her pussy clean, I moved up her body to let her taste herself and Master on my lips, doing some serious making out.

"You can look forward to more sex like that, my love," I whispered. "I want you to enjoy fucking my Master every bit as much as I do."

I got Master hard enough to fuck again and he got to take it easy. I rode his rod, Sahar rode his face. We did a lot of playing as we faced each other over his body. Some kissing, some nipple play. It was nice and leisurely and perfect. I wasn't in any hurry, so I rode him slow.

"Master, can I cum, please," I asked. Master couldn't speak, his tongue was buried deep in my fiancée. He patted my leg twice, letting me know it was okay. I had to ask him three more times before Master thrust up inside me and filled me with his cream, substantially thinner now we'd fucked him so often.

He got up to use a different bed. "Master, is it okay if I wake you up with a blow job?"

"That would be lovely, thanks. I missed you, Beth. I'm so glad you're doing better."

"Me, too, sir."

I set an alarm early enough for us to get everything done before Kilo came for us at 8:30. That didn't include the spanking I'd earned for cumming without permission, an error that resulted in ten more being added on.

******

I woke Master with a nice cock sucking, we showered, dressed to go out, ate, cleaned up, and I was sitting there waiting for Kilo to show up when Master said, "You usually get punished in the morning before you go about the rest of your day. Isn't there a matter of four un-permitted orgasms yesterday?"

Oops! "Yes, sir. We could do them now. Kealohilani would probably enjoy watching my naked ass get spanked."

"Oh, I've no doubt he would, but it's roughly a half hour drive to Lahaina and you have a nine AM appointment."

"I guess I'm out of my normal submissive habits, Master. I'll try to do better."

"You will do better. That's ten more."

"Yes, sir."

I told Sahar we should wear our high heels. "Why?" She asked.

"I want to wear them for the ceremony, and we need practice so we don't fall down as we're walking down the aisle. You look so incredible in heels. I want everyone to desire to fuck you as much as I do."

Sahar laughed and agreed and we were ready when Kilo arrived.

On the drive to Lahaina, Kilo asked if there was a problem with Joshua.

"No. You're not in trouble. Joshua has been my Dominant for many months, and in control of my sexuality. I relinquished my collar after I was enslaved because I was dealing with a lot of problems which could affect my submission. As a result, I had no restrictions on my sex partners, but I preferred he not see me having sex with another man the first moment he saw me again. I didn't expect him for a couple more days. It wasn't your fault; no one's fault really, but just unfortunate circumstances. He's not angry. I am no longer in control of my fucking, however. You shouldn't expect a repetition unless Master grants his permission."

"Is Sahar a submissive as well?"

"No fucking way," she declared.

"So you could have sex with me?" Kilo inquired.

"I could, but I won't. I'm more comfortable having sex with others when Beth is there. If she isn't, I won't be. I'm also more partial to sex with women. If I did have sex with someone else without Beth, it would more likely be a woman. I was only having sex with women for quite some time."

"I understand. I really enjoyed sex with you both. Best sex I ever had."

Arriving at L'amour Bridal Shop, we found a clerk was assigned to us full time until we found the dresses we were interested in. She was a native Hawaiian like Kilo, mid-twenties and very attractive. Her name was Nalani. Sahar saw me looking at her.

"You want to fuck her, don't you?" Sahar whispered, tickling my ear.

"Wouldn't you? Master has control now. Fucking random strangers is no longer an option. In a way, it's probably for the best. I was getting carried away. I needed someone to take control, since I couldn't exercise self-restraint."

She nodded and kissed my neck, a mere brush of the lips.

Sahar and I had done some research in Switzerland and had no problem expressing what we were interested in for ourselves. They had a very similar collection of beautiful dresses and designers. We found something for Sahar first, the Ivy from the Platinum Collection by Demetrios. One of the things I loved about Sahar's body was her sexy back. All of the exercise she'd done had sculpted her back into toned perfection.

The Ivy was sleeveless, featured a low back to the waist, and deep V neckline, lace embellishments with beading and tulle. The train was extremely long, fifteen feet, and extended from the waist so it didn't cover her back. I thought she looked stunning in it.

"Get this one," I said. "When I see you in it, I'll want to have sex with you."

"Are you sure? The train is so long. It's fine for the ceremony, but what about dancing at the reception afterward?"

"Do you even know how to dance?"

"I admit, it's not something Muslim women get to practice. Dancing with men was never done. What little dancing I know is based on Omani music."

"We need to teach you some simple ballroom dance steps, waltz and foxtrot maybe. Since I have more practice, I'll lead and you should learn to follow. Nalani, can the train be removed for dancing?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then get this one. It's gorgeous."

Sahar smiled and agreed. We got it in Ivory. It was not like either of us could pretend to be virgins anymore. I'd had sex with well over a hundred men since my submission started, especially all of the slavers at Mahmoud's. There was probably sixty of them in one three day period. Sahar's circumstances were even worse.

Mine took a little longer. I really was going for slutty. Nothing seemed quite slutty enough for me.

"Try this one," Sahar said, holding it up. "It's in two pieces. I think you'll like it."

The dress she picked out for me was also from Demetrios, the Destination Romance collection. It had delicate spaghetti straps with a plunging, below the navel, sweetheart neck, lace embellished bodice, and low back on a chiffon gown with a sexy side slit. The slit went almost to my crotch. The second piece was a chiffon overcoat with flowing Bell sleeves and lace back. It also came in an ivory/sheer style. The skirt was a little longer than floor length, but the overcoat added some length so it was more train like. I could see the overcoat for the ceremony, then removing it for the reception so I could feel the hands of my dance partners on my skin.

"Would it be possible for the slit on the skirt to be extended upward a bit more?" I asked.

"You were thinking of a beaded panty to go with it?" Nalani asked.

"No panties at all," I said.

"Your sex might be visible if we extended it up. Even now, it's dangerously close."

"Exactly."

"How risqué!" Nalani exclaimed.

"Exactly," I smiled. "I'm a risqué kind of gal."

We decided the slit needed to extend up two more inches so I knew I'd be flashing my cooter at the wedding guests. Other than the extended slit, the dresses required minimum modification. While there, we got off white stockings, garter belts, ivory pumps with three and a half inch heels. She said the dresses would be ready in a couple of days.

"Someone else may come to pick them up," I said. "We're somewhat rushed for time."

"No problem. Just give the alteration ticket to whomever, and they can collect the dress," Nalani said.

"Thank you, Nalani. That was relatively painless."

We'd finished earlier than expected, so I texted Master asking him for permission to eat in Lahaina. He had no problem with my doing so, so we put our purchases in the trunk and found the Paia Fish Market Front Street Restaurant in town to eat lunch at. The fish was fresh and nicely prepared, portions and prices were reasonable, all in all a great dining experience. I'd come back with others in a trice.

"What is the white stuff you're sticking on your fish?" Sahar asked.

"Tartar sauce; a combination of mayonnaise, sweet pickle relish and onions, though I also like lemon juice on my fish. I especially like it on fried fish like this is."

Sahar took a taste of it on her fish. "This is pretty good."

"You know, I look forward to all the things we can teach each other."

"So not just how to fuck?"

"Much more than that."

******

Arriving back at the residence, I presented myself to Master for my spanking, naked.

I was over his lap when Master asked, "Sahar, Roberta told me that part of your treatment for Beth was spanking her hard three times a day."

"It's true." Sahar said. "I had to prove to her that begging wasn't going to get her relief from her punishment. Only by not begging could the spankings end."

"Would you give Beth her fifty swats, as hard as you gave them in The Bahamas?"

"I don't want to do it anymore since it's not necessary."

"I understand, but I'd like to see how hard you struck her."

"It's okay, Sahar. One hand is pretty much like another," I said.

Sahar nodded and I exchanged laps.

"Did you give her an orgasm prior to, during, or after her spankings?"

"No, I wanted to remove the correlation between a spanking and sex, which is what she was begging for. One orgasm was earned by getting through the day without begging for anything. She didn't get them for anything else."