My Descent into Slavery Ch. 24

"Miss Layton, perhaps we could go to your ranch after supper so our two waitresses could witness Frieda's punishment."

"Would you like to see Frieda punished?" Mistress Layton said.

"Won't it hurt?" our server asked.

"Did you orgasm the last time your pussy and tits were whipped, Frieda?" I asked.

"Yes," she moaned, still aroused by our discussion and her orgasm.

"I guess it didn't hurt that bad," I said. "If you do come to watch, I have to warn you that there are six other submissives at this table, two of them male, and we all have to strip naked when we get there. You won't have to, but you should be warned what you'll see if you observe. You'll probably see some sex as well. Fair warning."

The two waitresses looked at each other again. The one across the table nodded and ours said, "We'd love to watch." Juanita and Roseanne, Juanita the one serving our side. I wondered if servers as a group might be more submissive than other people. I'd never tried collating my data by employment type.

Then my beloved wife spoke. "Have you ever had your pussy licked by a voluntary sex slave? If you haven't, I strongly suggest you try it. It will knock your socks off."

The two of them looked at each other again and grinned. Someone, well, more than one someone, would be getting their pussy licked tonight. I suspected some cocks sucked and pussies fucked too, knowing how these things went.

"You'll need to follow us out there in your car, so you can get home afterward," I said. "It's a ways out in the country, and we'll need to head to Gainesville after we're done."

"Okay," Juanita said. "I'll drive." Roseanne nodded. Roseanne was the quiet one. I hadn't heard her speak yet about what was going on. I always wonder about the quiet ones, what's going on in their heads that they don't share.

It was a lovely meal, and our waitresses gave us a lot of attention, intrigued by what they'd witnessed and heard at our table. Frieda climaxed seven more times during our dinner, three with permission. She was going to get quite the whipping tonight.

When it was time to go, I asked Master if Sahar and I could ride with Juanita and Roseanne, so if we got separated at a stop light, I could still direct the two girls to where they needed to go.

He looked at me quizzically for a few moments, but said he had no problem with it. When Juanita came to collect the money, I asked if it was possible for Sahar and me to ride with them so they wouldn't get lost if they had to stop at a red light, or buy gas.

"Cool. It will take a few minutes past nine before we get everything closed out, but we should be ready to go by quarter after."

"Is it okay if we wait in here for you or do you need us to wait outside?" I asked.

"In here is fine. Just stay by the door."

The others left and we waited in the area assigned to customers waiting for their tables.

"What are you thinking?" Sahar said as we sat down.

"I'm not sure. Juanita was the chatty one, and Roseanne didn't say a peep about anything that went on, just nodded, and looks. I guess I'm curious what she's thinking. I thought a little chat in the car instead of in front of a lot of other people."

"Do you think one of them is submissive?"

"Hard to say. Might be nothing but curiosity, something a little outside their frame of reference and they want to know about it. They sure seemed to react to you asking them if they wanted a sex slave licking their pussy though. Might just be curious about that though. We'll find out."

"They're both pretty cute," Sahar said.

"That they are. Which one struck your fancy?"

"Juanita."

I kissed her.

"What was that for? Do you want her?"

"No, that was just an I love you kiss."

She smiled at me. We held hands as we waited.

Juanita and Roseanne came up to us and said they were ready to go. They'd changed out of their work uniform, both wearing jeans now, with tees, carrying their work uniforms. We followed them out to the parking lot and Juanita clicked her key fob and the lights flashed on an older model Jeep Wrangler with a soft top, top off.

"Try to follow that Lincoln Navigator with the engine running," I said as we climbed into the back.

"You know the way, right?" Juanita said. "I do have to stop for gas."

"Yes. I'll tell the others to go on ahead, we're stopping for gas. I'll fill it up for you if you want. No biggie. Just follow them until you see a gas station and pull in."

"Sure thing."

We pulled out, and a half mile down the road we hit a Shell station and Juanita pulled up to the pump. I got out to pump the gas. Two minutes later a pick-up truck pulled up on the other side of the pump. A young Hispanic man got out, but not to pump gas. He went to the driver side of the Jeep and leaned on the door.

"Juanita, chica, you avoiding my calls. Why you do me like that?"

"Because we broke up, shithead. Go back to fucking Tiffany."

"Hey, baby, it meant nothing to me. It was just sex, chica, You, I got feelings for."

"I lost all my feelings for you the minute you shoved your dick in that skank."

He grabbed his crotch. "I know you got feelings for this cock, chica. You cream all over it every time I fuck you."

"Not any more. I've got more feeling for my dildo than I have for you."

"Your dildo keep you warm at night, chica?"

"Warmer than you ever will again."

So far, Sahar just watched. It was nothing but a heated conversation, bad break up; it happened.

Shithead grabbed Juanita behind her neck and tried to pull her head over for a kiss, which Juanita strenuously resisted.

"Get your fucking hands off her," Sahar said. She did not take kindly to men laying their hands on women unwanted.

"Who the fuck are you?" Not removing his hand, but not trying to yank her head out the window either.

"I'm her fucking girlfriend, shithead. She told you to leave her alone. I won't repeat myself."

"Yeah," Juanita said. "She's my girlfriend. Get your paws off me. I decided I like cunt better than your limp dick."

Shithead released Juanita, and she rubbed at her neck. He moved closer to Sahar. Not a wise move.

"You some kind of lesbian bitch?" Shit head asked.

"No, just a regular bitch and your worst nightmare. Someone who doesn't give a shit about you and your macho horse shit."

"You just never been fucked by a real man, is your problem."

"I've been fucked by better men than you can ever hope to be, you pathetic faggot."

He stared at her, and Sahar stared right back. She didn't blink.

The gas shut off. I put the nozzle back in the pump.

"We done here?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're done," Sahar said. "This pissant isn't going to do anything."

Apparently, he believed that same thing. He hit the side of the drivers door as he backed away. "I'll talk to you later, chica," he said to Juanita.

"If you bother her again, I'll cut off your cock and balls and feed them to you," Sahar said. "If she doesn't call you, she's not interested."

He climbed into his truck and drove off, squealing his tires. I hopped in the back again.

"That was so fucking hot," Juanita said, starting the Jeep. "Where am I going?"

I gave her directions and she pulled out.

"Am I really your girlfriend?" Juanita asked Sahar.

Sahar laughed. "You're a girlfriend, but not my girlfriend." She held up her ring finger. "I'm married to the sexy bitch beside me."

"You mean you're not going to have sex with me?"

"I didn't say that, chica," Sahar said, laughing. "I've wanted to lick your pussy since you walked up to our table."

"But if you're married?"

"Married, to us, means 'til Death do us part', but not you never get to fuck another living soul as long as you live. Beth has got a Master. I'm her side bitch."

Roseanne turned to looked at us, still not speaking. "It's complicated. Let's just say it works for us," I said. "I'm curious about you two. You haven't said a word, Roseanne. Are you guys friends, just co-workers, what's your story?"

"Friends," Roseanne said, "since Juanita started working there six months ago. She moved in with me after moving out of Pedro's, 'Shithead's', apartment two weeks ago. You weren't scared of him at all, were you?" Directed to Sahar.

"No. I've met lots worse assholes than him," Sahar said. "He was a cupcake. Are you two having sex?"

They looked at each other again. Roseanne answered. "We've talked about it, thought about it, but haven't done it. Neither one of us has done a girl before and we're worried we'll screw up the friendship if either of us doesn't like it. It would make it weird."

"So you thought if you had sex with us," I said, "it wouldn't get weird between you two, and you could find out if you liked it. If you did, you could do the deed with each other."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"I can almost guarantee you'll love the sex," I said. "Good sex is good sex, no matter how you slice it, unless you have a hangup about it. It doesn't mean you'll fall in love with one another. That's an emotional issue unrelated to the sex. It's like Sahar having sex with you, Juanita. It will be just sex for her. She won't love you, or fall in love with you. She's already got people she loves and everything else is just playtime. I don't think having sex with each other will necessarily screw up your friendship. You just stop having sex with each other if either one of you doesn't enjoy it. But, if one of you develops the emotional feelings, and the other one doesn't, that will screw up the friendship.

"If you're a lesbian or bisexual, you can develop an emotional connection, love, with another girl. If you're heterosexual, you can enjoy the sex, but you won't fall in love. I mean, it's possible you wouldn't anyway, because not all lesbians are going to love all other lesbians. That's more related to personality and compatibility, like any other relationship, but there has to be an equality of feeling. Unbalanced feelings will fuck up your friendship fast, so if one of you wants a girlfriend, and one of you is just fucking for fun....You need to turn right up here. This is a real long driveway."

Juanita pulled onto the ranch property and started up the driveway. "When you get to the buildings, go towards the big horse stables on the left, not the house on the right. Everyone else will be at the stables. It's where Miss Layton does her primary punishments."

"Is that woman really going to whip that other woman's tits and cunt?" Juanita said.

"Yeah, she is. Why did you want to watch it?"

"Because I've never seen anything like that," Juanita said. Roseanne remained quiet.

"Roseanne, you're not sharing again. Why did you want to watch?" I asked.

"Because as soon as she said that her pussy and tits were going to be whipped, my pussy began to drip."

"When that image popped into your mind, did you see yourself being whipped, or you holding the whip?" I asked.

She looked at Juanita again. "Both. I imagined both."

"When you pictured yourself being whipped, who did you picture holding the whip, a man or a woman?"

"A man."

"When you pictured yourself holding the whip, who were you going to whip, man or woman?"

"A woman."

We had reached the ranch proper.

"Pull up next to the big SUV, Juanita. We'll be going into the stables. I need to strip as soon as I get out of the Jeep."

"Why?" Roseanne asked.

"This is a nudity safe zone. I can't be arrested for being naked on private property, and I'm a sex slave, who is required to be nude whenever I can be."

"Oh."

Juanita stopped, and I got out of the Jeep and removed my dress and left on my high heels, leaving me naked, and I put everything in the Navigator. Both of the women were looking at my slave jewelry.

"You like?" I asked.

"I'd like to look at it closer, in the light," Roseanne said.

"You can look as close as you want, when we're having sex," I said.

"You're going to have sex with me?" Roseanne asked.

"Probably both of you," I said, "being perfectly honest."

We walked into the stables where everyone was naked but Master, Malcom, Frank, Mistress Layton, Trinity, Francesca and Diego. I gave Diego a hug, and stood by him and his naked submissive wife, with the others beside me.

Frieda had suspension cuffs on her wrists, and regular cuffs on her ankles. Her feet were widely spread, and the suspension cuffs were attached to the winch. She had a ball gag in her mouth, and a blindfold on. Malcom had an erection.

Mistress Layton hit the switch on the wall and Frieda's arms were pulled over her head and her body left the ground. She didn't swing because of the ankle ties. I softly told our two servers what was going on, and who the players were. Belle started licking Frieda to give her orgasms prior to her punishment.

"Usually, if a punishment is to be rather severe, a slave is given orgasms before her punishment. That's what Belle is doing; giving Frieda orgasms before her whipping.

"Frieda is the slave being punished for cumming without permission. She just learned she was a submissive on Friday, and after talking about her submissive desires with her husband, Malcom, began submitting to Francesca on Saturday after agreeing on the terms of her submission. One of the conditions of her submission, is she won't be having sex with other males without her husband's permission. She also agreed that Malcom could have sex with Francesca and other submissives who are associated with Francesca.

"Francesca is only her temporary Mistress, as she'll be leaving Florida in July. Trinity, the younger of the other two clothed women, is being trained to be Frieda's permanent Mistress. She's never done it before. She'll probably whip Frieda for half her strokes."

Frieda had her first orgasm, really squirming, gasping and moaning. Roseanne started rubbing her own breasts. I smiled.

"Francesca is what is known as a Switch. She's a Dominant to submissive females, and submissive to Dominant males. She's submissive to my Master, but has her own permanent submissive, Belle, who is submissive to my Master, through Francesca, as is Frieda, through Francesca. Roseanne, I suspect you might be a Switch, from what you said in the car. Imagining yourself whipping a woman, but being whipped by a man. I have a survey you can take to determine if that's actually true.

"The oldest naked female slave is Francesca's mother, also a submissive to her ex-husband, Frank, Francesca's father. Frank is engaged to Mistress Layton, the other clothed female, whose horse ranch this is. They just got engaged at the restaurant tonight. I don't know if you saw that, or heard it, but they anticipate getting married in July, after which we leave.

"Mistress Layton has three of her own submissives, the two naked male slaves, Luke and Ranger, and a female slave, the black woman, Gloria."

Frieda had her second orgasm, squirming more wildly now, her moans deeper. All the men started getting erections now. Nothing like a slave squirming in orgasm to get the blood flowing. Roseanne shoved her other hand down her jeans. She did say her pussy had started to drip.

"This stud muffin beside us is named Diego. He's Mistress Layton's primary horse wrangler. He has a lovely prick I've sampled on multiple occasions. The woman beside him is his submissive and wife, Maria. I've tasted her a couple times too.

"When do you two need to be back to work?"

"Tomorrow at four," Juanita said.

"Why don't you both come and spend the night with us in Gainesville? That way, we can take our time, use a bed, play around with each of you to show you how to pleasure a woman, and if you feel like it, you can then have sex with each other," I said. "I'd like to give you both that survey I talked about."

Juanita said yes, and Roseanne just nodded again, her hand down her jeans. Her jeans seemed a little tight for what she was trying to accomplish.

"Why don't you take your jeans off, Roseanne. No one will give a rat's ass, and you won't have as much trouble pleasuring yourself. Or, if you want, I'll finger fuck you."

She looked at me for a second, then peeled her jeans down her hips, pooling around her ankles. She did leave her panties on, a pretty, lacy pair.

"Would you?"

"Certainly."

I stood behind her and shoved my hand down her panties, through her pubic curls, Damn, she was wet. She moaned as soon as I found her cleft. I started kissing her neck, then whispered into her ear. "I'm not going to let you cum until Frieda cums during her whipping. Relax, let yourself go."

Roseanne nodded again and leaned back against me

"Would you do that for me?" Juanita asked Sahar.

"Fine, but I want you naked."

Before Juanita had all her clothes off, Frieda had her third orgasm, even stronger than the first two. Belle moved away and Francesca took the whip and began running the strands over Frieda's trembling body.

"How many times did you cum without my permission, slave? Was it seven?"

Frieda had a ball gag in her mouth and couldn't respond vocally, but she shook her head.

"Was it eight?"

She shook her head again.

"Nine?"

Frieda nodded her head frantically.

"So ninety strokes with the whip?"

Frieda nodded again, still panicky.

"Since you can't speak to give me your safe words, if you need to use the first one, I want you to open your fingers on one hand, either hand, flashing between a fist and open fingers several times, so we can clearly see it. If you need to use your second safe word, do the same thing with the fingers on both hands. Belle will be watching your fingers. That's her job tonight, to recognize your safe words.

"Since ninety is so many, I'm going to give you half, and not all of them will be to your tits and cunt, then Malcom is going to fuck your slutty cunt. I'm sure you'll cum when he does and you'll have my permission for any orgasms during your whipping. After he's fucked you, Trinity will give you the other forty-five strokes. Nod if you understand?"

The instructions seemed to make Frieda relax a little. She nodded a little less energetically.

I whispered in Roseanne's ear again. "I'm betting that Frieda cums during her first forty-five strokes, at least once. Watch her closely. I'm sure you'll see that she starts straining for the whip, moving her body as if she wants to embrace it. That's when she'll cum, and you will too."

Roseanne moaned and I saw Master smile at me.

Francesca began the whipping, moving all around Frieda's body, approximately half to her tits and cunt. Malcom's cock was rock hard now, straining at his pants. Ranger's and Luke's arousal was easy to see, their pricks half hard, needing only to be touched for a full erection. As I'd predicted, it seemed that Frieda started thrusting her body towards where she expected the lashes to fall next.

"It won't be long now," I whispered, kissing Roseanne's neck again. She whimpered.

We both heard Juanita cumming beside us, Sahar not playing like I was. Finally a whip stroke landed in the right place and Frieda orgasmed, her screams muffled by the ball gag. Roseanne's weren't muffled at all as I made her cum. She was humping my fingers, desperately feeding her orgasm, my fingers in a sopping wet mess. Francesca finished her strokes, and Malcom released his cock and slammed right in.

Frieda had two orgasms in the brief time Malcom fucked her before blasting his white cream in she spasming pussy. His semen started running down her legs.

"You get to cum again when Frieda does," I whispered. "She's on a short fuse now."

Rosanne tried humping my fingers some more, eager, but I kept my fingers out of her sheath, and refused to touch her button. "

Wait for it," I said. "It will be much stronger if you do."

She nodded, whimpering. Not that it stopped her from trying.

Trinity took over the whipping, and she was doing much the same as Francesca did, maybe a few more strokes to her tits and pussy, but not many more. Frieda's body was crisscrossed with red stripes from her knees to the tops of her breasts. Frieda couldn't see where the strokes would fall, but you could see her straining to listen for Trinity's footfalls, her body moving towards the sounds she heard, trying to embrace the whip again.