My Descent into Slavery Ch. 24

As soon as we'd picked them up, Francesca had made Frieda unbutton her blouse until only the lowest two buttons were fastened. Frieda had breasts like mine, a B/C cup depending on the bra, so they weren't swelling out of her outfit, but if the jacket moved much, you could see her nipples were hard as nails. She also made Frieda pull up the short skirt as she sat, so her pussy was visible.

When we were on the freeway, Trinity and Francesca pulled the jacket off Frieda's shoulders, so for all intents and purposes, Frieda was topless as we sped down the highway. Then the two women pulled her legs apart and made her masturbate. Naturally, poor Frieda didn't have permission to cum, and naturally, she did, four times, despite trying not to, aroused so much by her near nudity in the car.

Malcom had an erection, even unable to see what Frieda was doing. Belle and I released his cock, (me with Sahar's permission), and put lube on our hands and began to stroke his prick. I hadn't given many hand jobs since starting my slavery, my mouth the preferred method of relieving a man without fucking him, but I still knew how, and could do it better than ever before, recognizing the triggers the same as with a blow job. We made it last until we reached the restaurant, the Craft Cuisine I'd been to with Mistress Layton and Ranger two years ago. We had a towel ready for when Malcom groaned and expelled his semen, so he wouldn't soil his pants. Francesca allowed Frieda to stop masturbating, but inserted a Lush into her pussy. They pulled Frieda's jacket over her chest before she got out of the car, but she wasn't allowed to hold it together as she walked, so she'd briefly flash people with each stride. You could tell Frieda was nervous with excitement.

Mistress Layton was there with Frank, Marilyn, Gloria, Ranger and Luke. Marilyn and Gloria were dressed like we sluts were. Francesca introduced everyone to her newest submissive, her husband and prospective Mistress.

Francesca explained, "Frieda is a college Professor of Psychology who was on Beth's Doctoral Dissertation defense panel. This is her husband, Malcom, Professor of Literature, and Trinity is a Professor of Engineering. Theresa Layton was Beth's first Mistress, where she first discovered she wasn't only going to be studying submission, but that she was a submissive. Luke, Ranger and Gloria are her submissives. Gloria is a student at UF. Frank is Theresa's boyfriend, and my father. Marilyn is Frank's ex-wife and my mother. My father has the pony farm we'll be visiting on Saturday, putting you through some brief pony training, and where we'll be spending the night."

"Ah, more of the submissives and Dominants that Beth has managed to pull out of the woodwork," Mistress Layton said. "You're a very attractive woman, Frieda. I look forward to you licking my pussy on Saturday."

Frieda blushed. "Thank you, Mistress."

Theresa asked Malcom, "How difficult has it been for you to witness your wife's transformation to a slut slave?"

"Not difficult at all. It's all been quite exciting."

Theresa raised her eyebrows in surprise. "A condition of Frieda's slave agreement is that she can't have sex with other men without Malcom's permission," Francesca said. "Malcom has yet to see his wife with a man. Thus far, he's only seen her with women, and been used as a training tool by Beth, and got to fuck me as Frieda was licking my pussy."

"Then it's more understandable it's not been difficult and quite exciting," Theresa said. "Marilyn as been under me licking mine as her ex-husband fucked me. It's a good tool for instilling submission."

They'd prepared our table by the expedient of pushing two long tables together, and the hostess led us to our seats.

Sahar sat next to Ranger. I set next to Master. Frieda was between Trinity and Francesca. Belle was on the other side of Francesca, and Malcom was on the other side of Trinity. Frank was seated between Theresa and Marilyn, with the others scatted and filling the other seats. Gloria was on the other side of Master from me. Francesca turned on Frieda's Lush, and made her ask for permission to cum in a normal tone of voice, no matter who might hear her.

Two waitress soon arrived and took our drink orders, then left.

Malcom and Trinity had a lot of questions about Frank and Marilyn's relationship and how she'd gone from ex-wife to pony girl mare.

"I was raised under very strict Christian beliefs. When I first married Frank, we had vanilla sex, which is when Francesca was conceived, but then he started discovering his Dominance, and the sex got kinkier. I went along for awhile, and I admit that I liked most of the things he did, but when he said he wanted to start a pony farm, I became frightened and confused about what we'd been doing and frightened about raising a child around it.

"I divorced him when Francesca was three, taking her with me. My beliefs became more rigid in reaction to what I'd been doing. When I started dating other men, I refused to do anything other than missionary sex with the lights off. I tried to push my beliefs on Francesca as she grew up, and she eventually rebelled, using marijuana, drinking, and eventually, she ran off, going to her father's, who I'd tried to keep her from for twelve years. He straightened her out regarding the alcohol and drugs and she moved in with him.

"He kept her from the intimate details of the pony farm until she turned eighteen, when she began helping him to train his ponies. My life got increasingly worse. I drove off my friends by criticizing them for having almost any kind of sex with their husbands. I hadn't dated for two years. I was alone and miserable. I hadn't seen my daughter for fifteen years, outraged she'd joined her father in this sinful undertaking.

"Then I was invited to Francesca's and Belle's wedding in Hawaii. I was livid that she was marrying a woman, but went anyway, perhaps hoping to convince them they were committing a grievous sin. Beth and Sahar were getting married at the same time. Beth somehow got me to see that I was the one who had a problem, not my daughter. That everything I'd done in my life had pulled me apart from the ones I loved, and I was miserable and alone, whereas the ones I'd left behind, were happy and fulfilled as people."

Frieda asked for permission to cum. The waitresses were delivering our drinks at the time, much to her embarrassment, and the amusement of the waitresses.

"Yes, dear, you may cum," Francesca said.

"Are you using a Lush?" Theresa asked.

"Yes, one of the preset modes," Francesca replied.

Frieda tried holding out longer as the waitresses were still there, but soon moaned softly, squirming in her seat as she orgasmed, to much tittering. They took the orders for our food before Marilyn continued her story.

"After the wedding, where I started reconnecting with my daughter and her wife, and Frank, who attended the wedding with Mistress Theresa, I asked Beth to teach me to be a slut. At first, I just wanted to be able to connect with people again, to have sex like everyone else, but in the process, I learned that I was a submissive, and always had been, which is probably what had attracted me to Frank in the first place. I was prepared to try to find someone to be my Dominant, but Master Joshua and Beth arranged for Master and Mistress Layton to meet us in Los Angeles. I submitted to him and have been happier than I can remember since I first got married and had Francesca."

"Does it hurt seeing your ex with another woman?" Trinity asked.

"Not at all. I'm grateful to Mistress Theresa. She was dating Master. She could have asked that he not take me as his slave, because of the history he had with me, our shared daughter. Instead, she welcomed me, and allowed me to become a part of his life again. At least once a week, I get to join them in bed. I've been given a prominent place on the pony farm where I help train new mares to be pleasing sluts. I may not be married to him anymore, but my life is so much richer than it was, and we're together again. I never stopped loving him, never found anyone I loved as much as him. I couldn't be happier. We're a family again; a different kind of family, but a family nevertheless. It's been wonderful having Francesca and Belle nearby so I could recreate the bonds I'd broken. I'll be sad when they leave, but I know we're in a good place now, and I will see them often."

"Let me ask Frank something," Malcom said. "You have a girlfriend who has two male slaves, and an ex-wife who's helping to train your ponies. How do you feel with both of them having sex with other men?"

"If you're going to enter this life, you really can't have any expectation that people are going to only have sex with you. Considering how many of my mares I have sex with in the course of a week, I should worry about what Theresa or Marilyn are doing? I assume that their sex drives are as healthy or more so, than mine is, and Theresa doesn't live with me. What's she going to do between dates, wither away in her bed when I'm having sex with countless others? I recognize the difference between fucking for pleasure, and emotional commitment. You had sex with Francesca. Did it change the way you feel about Frieda, especially knowing she's having sex with other women now?"

"No, it didn't."

"I'm assuming that you're eventually going to have sex with Belle and Trinity. Is Frieda concerned about that sex?"

"She's not, but I assumed it's because she's a submissive."

"I'm sure that's part of it," Frank said. "All of my submissives desire only what's best for me and the ones they're with. It's part of their mental make-up, but I don't feel much different. I want to see to their own needs and wants as much as mine. It's what makes me a good Master. I have too many mares to adequately serve them all as much as the horny sluts need, so I try to give them some Stallions to take the load off of me. I'm not suffering from lack of attention because I do. I'm guessing you're having more sex with Frieda than you were having before she became a submissive? She needs sex, and you're going to be her primary source for it."

"A lot more sex," Malcom agreed.

"And if you're having sex with whoever ends up as her Mistress, as well as Frieda, you may find yourself getting fucked to death, and having other males to share the fuck load of your wife may appeal to you at some point. Women are capable of a lot more sex than you or me."

"Amen," Theresa said.

Frank smiled at her. "I've been thinking of this for a long time, dear, but I can't think of a better time than now, in front of all our families. Would you marry me?" He pulled out a ring out of his breast pocket.

Theresa threw her arms around Frank, raining kisses on him. "You know I will. What are we going to do with our properties?"

"Well, I've thought about that as well," he said, "and you have, by far, the larger piece of property for your real horses, and a whole lot more invested in outbuildings. It wouldn't take a lot of money to build what I need to move my pony farm, stables for the ponies and a training track and corral for them, which doesn't need to be that big. We could start raising horses as pacers, trotters, and perhaps even race horses, in addition to the ponies with a real horse sized track."

"I'd love to do that with you," Theresa laughed. "I have several wranglers who'd love to breed your mares. When do you want to get hitched?"

Frank looked at the table. "It should be while everyone is here. When were you planning on heading for New York, Joshua?"

"We were thinking of when the semester ended," Master said. "Can you have a wedding ready in June?"

"I need at least until July," Theresa said. "I can't pull it together before then."

"We can stick around until then," Master said.

Theresa looked at me. "I have you to thank for this, Beth. If we'd kept going like we were, things would have ended badly between Frank and me. You ended the enmity and made this possible."

"I'm glad I could help," I replied.

"May I please cum, Mistress," Frieda asked.

"Yes, you may," Francesca said, laughing. "That was totally off topic." Frieda squirmed through another orgasm. Malcom reached across Trinity and held Frieda's hand.

"What did Beth do?" Trinity asked.

"Every year, Frank and I had one of our slaves race each other. I had Ranger here racing for me. He's an ex-Army Ranger and firefighter. For like six years straight, Ranger beat whoever the hell Frank threw at him. We always had a thousand dollars riding on the race, but it was the side bets that were getting out of hand. Essentially, the loser had to spend eight hours as the slave of the winner. We'd had some kind of dust-up, I can't even remember what it was, but I made Frank do some really humiliating things while he was my slave."

"I think it was an argument on the merits of real horses as opposed to ponies. I think the real reason I proposed the race is I was interested in you as a pony, and thought you'd look good in the breeding rack. I thought anyone could be a submissive. Beth apparently proved that wrong."

"Aren't you sweet. Doesn't really matter. It was trivial. Nothing we should have argued about at all, just stupid stuff. Then, when he heard that I had a female slave, he got Gloria, here, who ran track for the University of Florida women's team and put her up against Beth. He thought he finally had me beat and he could take revenge for all the vile things I'd done to him. What he didn't know is that Beth had run in Iron Man competitions, so was used to running marathons. Gloria was a dasher. I mean, look at those legs. Before they'd gone a hundred yards, she was twenty yards ahead. I couldn't even watch the race; I was imagining all the bad things that were going to happen to me, and I would have deserved them.

"Around a quarter way through the race, Beth quit losing ground and then slowly started to overtake Gloria. She'd put so much energy into that initial burst of speed, just like she was running a dash. Frank was so fucking surprised to see Beth coming up on him, he panicked, just as I had, and started whipping Gloria, drawing blood. Beth just kept pulling up, getting closer and closer. Frank tried to block her, keep her from passing. She drew him out to the outside, and the minute he took his eyes off her, she cut to the inside and was past him. She won. Frank's whipping caused Gloria to break stride, which would have lost anyway, but Beth won fair and square. It's why I've got Gloria now. She didn't trust Frank anymore.

"Anyway Frank shows up for his day of humiliation, expecting to get abused again. Beth convinced me that this insane competition had to end. She took Frank to this pond we have on the property.and fucked him royally, and told him that if he was willing to forget all the bullshit from the past, and tone down the side bets, I'd come out to where they were, eat with him, and he could fuck us both all afternoon. We had a damn fine good time together, and we started dating after that."

"Did you race again last year?" Trinity asked.

"No," Theresa said. "Beth was captured by human traffickers and Ranger left to help rescue her last year when we usually ran our races. All of a sudden, what we'd done, the race, seemed so petty compared to real life. Even if we did do it again, we wouldn't do those side bets anymore. That was crazy, too crazy to continue. I suppose we could still bet money, but if we're married, it's all one pocket."

"I don't think so, Theresa," Frank said. "You're by far the richer of the two of us. I think I should sign a pre-nup."

"I don't think that's necessary," Theresa said. "Who am I going to give my money to?"

"Ranger, Luke and Gloria," he said. "Really, anything you want to do with it. I don't need it. I'm not that poor."

"I'll think about it, but I'm not that concerned. Provisions have already been made for them. I have a large life insurance policy with them as beneficiaries."

"Have you got anyone who can race me?" Sahar asked.

"Sweetie, it's not just running," I said. "You have these big boots that you wear that make you stand on your toes with horseshoes on them, and you have a horsetail in your ass, wear clamps on your nipples and you have a special stride. You have to lift your knees up above your waist as you trot, and you're pulling a sulky, a two wheeled cart. When Mistress Layton said Gloria broke stride, that's what happened, she started running normally, not lifting her knees high, but running like a runner. It might make you feel like a real slave again."

"A real slave?" Malcom asked.

"Sahar was enslaved for four years, bought and sold, abused horribly. I was later captured by someone who worked with her first owner, capturing women in North Africa, who were sold worldwide. Sahar and Ranger both rescued me from his hideout in Morocco, just before I was to be branded and sold."

"You were part of that mess in the news?"

"I might have been the cause of that mess in the news. My Master spent a large fortune to rescue me, sending his own people to get me, and arranging for simultaneous raids by regular law enforcement on all the other slave training facilities they'd found out about in looking for me, bypassing anyone who'd been corrupted or compromised in the various governments. The US had been trying to find these traffickers, and had no success because Sahar's first owner was an agent of Interpol, who was supposed to be finding and arresting these men, and was actually helping them. When I told you that Sahar could snap your neck like you snap a pencil, I was not joking. After she was freed, she learned the art of killing from the best former military commandos in the world. She learned where they were keeping us and helped with the rescue."

"How did she learn that?"

"She recognized a picture of the Interpol agent as her first owner. She asked him, impolitely, where I was."

"What's that mean?" Malcom asked

"You don't want to know," Sahar said. "It would spoil your meal."

"That must mean you're Joshua Greenbriar?"

"Guilty as charged," Master said.

"May I have permission to cum?" Frieda asked.

We all laughed. Slaves are so needy.

"No you may not," Francesca said. "You know what will happen if you do."

Poor Frieda tried to hold out as long as she could. Our waitresses were bringing our food when she finally lost the battle against her own body. Her orgasm was quite explosive, resulting in her moaning loud enough nearby tables could hear her and causing her to quiver as the pleasurable spasms overwhelmed her.

The waitress was putting Master's food down.

"Did she just orgasm?" she whispered.

Master made it worse by calling attention to it.

"Frieda, did you just orgasm?"

"Yes, Master," she moaned. "I'm sorry."

"A sex toy in her pussy," I said. "It will probably happen several other times tonight."

"It looked wonderful," she said. "What kind of toy is it?"

"A Lush 3 by Lovense," I said, "but it's not just the toy. It's the fact that she didn't have permission to cum and so she tried to resist as long as she could."

"What happens when she doesn't have permission?"

"Frieda," I said, "What's the penalty for cumming without permission tonight?"

"Mistress whips my tits and pussy, Beth."

That shocked Malcom, as well as our two waitresses. Apparently, they'd not discussed the punishments she'd undergone the last couple days. Too interested in sex, possibly.

"You what?" Malcom said, a little loudly.

"Whip her tits and pussy," Francesca said. "You should be discussing these things with your husband, Frieda."

Our two servers looked at each other. Things were getting really confusing to them. She had a Master, a Mistress, and a husband? Why not throw a monkey wrench in the works.