My Descent into Slavery Ch. 26

"Can't it be both?"

"You're a greedy little slut, aren't you? Beth would you please get a charged toy for me?"

"Yes, Mistress," I teased.

Sahar glared at me a moment, then laughed. "I suppose I deserve that."

They climbed into bed and went at it, while I went to the toys and picked out a freshly charged strapless, setting it on the bed near their writhing bodies before sitting down again to watch.

Belle and Gloria had finished in the kitchen and joined us in the bedroom. I slid to the front of the chair and spread my legs.

"I think I need to see how much you've improved, Gloria. Show me what you got."

Gloria smiled and dropped to her knees and started in on me. Damn, she was good. She did everything exactly the way I would have done it. She brought me to the sixth plateau before getting me off, the bitch. I screamed like a little school girl. Everyone looked at me like I'd grown horns. Screaming is what I made other people do, not what anyone did to me.

Gloria's face was well coated with my juices. She grinned up at me. "Gotcha."

I did the sign of the cross over her upturned face and said, "Bless you, my child. You have just graduated with high honors, Summa Cum Laude, emphasis on the cum."

Master laughed, the others soon following, given many were teaching at college. I licked some of my cum off her face. Given my normal state of arousal, it hadn't taken Gloria long to do me. Malcom was just finishing up in Juanita's bottom, and Sahar and Trinity hadn't graduated to the toy yet. I pulled Gloria next to me so we could kiss as we watched.

Frieda was cleaning off Malcom's cock, fresh from Juanita's ass. She didn't hesitate at all in doing so, and was deep diving in Juanita's gaping asshole within a half minute of Malcom pulling out. Master and Ranger kept going another five minutes before both of them added their cum to Juanita's body, Frieda cleaning up after Master. Sahar had just put on the Feeldoe and was fucking Trinity in the missionary position, kissing. The men had to take another rest break, because, you know, men. They went into the pool to rinse off a little, and cool off, grabbing waters to hydrate. Frieda got into the hot tub to soothe her ass. I stayed right where I was to watch my wife and Trinity fuck.

After they'd been at it for ten minutes, Trinity said, "Since it's been awhile since I was ass fucked and I'm going to become airtight later, would you please gently fuck my ass so I'm prepared for it. You did a nice job on Ranger and Malcom."

"Sure," Sahar said. "Like them, it's not a bad idea for someone to be licking your pussy at the same time. Belle, would you please lick her cunt?"

Belle hadn't gotten any action yet this morning, so was more than happy to help out. Trinity mounted her face, then bent down to attack her delicious cunt. Sahar lubricated Trinity's back door and her blue cock. She started the vibrations again and eased the fake prick into Trinity's bottom.

Trinity enjoyed her ass fucking as much as the rest of us did. She was resting, after they'd finished, turning back and forth between her two lovers, kissing them.

"You people have fucking down to a science, don't you?" Trinity said.

"When you fuck as much as we do, you almost have to," I replied. "I've been studying fucking almost as much as submission for the last two years. Not including my real slavery, I've probably had sex with more than two hundred different people, multiple times in a day. People that I've known for most of those two years, and complete strangers. When you fuck that much, you learn a lot about sex, what people like and don't like, how people differ and how they're similar. All the little nuances of how to give people pleasure.

"I know I love to pass on what I've learned, to teach Gloria how to lick a pussy, and Frieda how to suck her husband's cock. From Dominants to other submissives. I know there are a lot of people out there that might be having better sex because of me, and those people might be teaching others, just as they learned from me. Maybe there are a thousand other people in the world right now having better sex, enjoying their fucking more. It makes me feel good knowing how people like you are living a more fulfilling sex life; that I'm helping submissives discover their own submission, and Dominants discover their Dominance, finding themselves, their niche in life.

"Three weeks ago, you didn't know you were a Dominant who enjoyed anal sex as much as you just did. Frieda didn't know she was a submissive bi who would want to get dominated by you. Malcom didn't know he was a willing cuckold who could allow his wife to fuck other men and finally have the child they both desired.

"Two years ago, Miranda was a single congresswoman with a starved sex life. She's now happily married and with a baby. Sahar and several other women were slaves who didn't know if they could ever truly enjoy sex again with anyone, let alone a male. Who probably wanted to kill themselves because of the abuse they underwent, or would have become addicts or prostitutes. My Master went from woman to woman, slave to slave, unable to settle down. He's now happily married, has two children, one born, one on the way, has been in stable relationships with four different women for over eighteen months. Every one of the people on the ship I sailed on is having better sex, more considerate sex, more enjoyable sex, with a lot of positive romantic relationships. I feel as good about that as anything I've ever done in my life. I wouldn't trade my life for anyones."

"Thanks again, Sweetie," Sahar said.

"You're welcome, Sahar, heart of my heart." I blew her a kiss.

Juanita came in to shower and dress for work. She saw all of us just talking.

"What's going on?"

"We were discussing what a delightful slave slut you're becoming," I said.

"Really?"

"Really. I think you're going to be Roseanne's most treasured possession. She won't be able to get by without you."

Juanita smiled, glowing.

"Go take your shower and get ready for work," I said.

"The men were talking about who they were going to fuck next. I think it's going to be Miss Trinity. You'll love it, Miss. Having all of those nice cocks in you at once. I never realized how much I was going to enjoy being a slave slut."

Trinity looked at me and smiled. "I suppose not. It took a special person to bring that out of you."

I smiled back at her. Juanita headed for the shower.

The three men came in and said they'd decided to fuck Trinity next. "Who do you want in what hole?" Master asked.

"I'd like you in my pussy," Trinity said, "Ranger fucking my mouth, and my soon to be slave's husband fucking my ass, so I can feel her licking his cum out of my pucker after he's fucked me. Be as gentle with me as with Juanita, Cuckold. Sahar just fucked my ass."

This was the fourth orgasms the men were going to have today, so Trinity was going to get a good, long fucking.

This time, as I watched, I sat in Sahar's lap. Miranda had joined us again after putting David down for a nap and she and Belle were getting together for some tribbing, with a double headed dong in both of the pussies grinding together. Frieda and Gloria were having oral sex in a sixty-nine until Frieda would be needed for clean up. Sahar and I kissed as she played with my body, exploring it again as she'd done hundreds of times before, so attuned to me and my pleasure.

All of the men lasted at least twenty minutes, Master and Ranger each going more than five minutes longer. Frieda had cleaned her husband's cock and was finishing up Trinity's bottom when Master gave her another mess to clean up in Trinity's pussy. The adoration with which she cleaned Trinity's cunt was touching and gave her two more orgasms to add to the half dozen or so she had being airtight.

The guys had to take another respite. Juanita left for work and Roseanne arrived. I took her to the bathroom to clean out her bowels.

When she'd showered, I brought her outside to the pool and told Master that Roseanne was ready to have her anal cherry popped.

Realizing he still had two more triple penetrations to do tonight, Master said, "Have Sahar open her up. I don't think I have three more erections in me today."

Trinity, who was soaking in the hot tub after hers, said, "I'd like to do it and learn how to properly anally fuck someone. I'll be fucking Frieda in the future, and if I'm not mistaken by how much Malcom loved his pegging, Malcom too. I might as well learn to do it right."

Sahar and Frieda went with Trinity and Roseanne, to show Trinity how to do it the first time with someone else licking Roseanne's pussy as her ass was claimed. Malcom asked to speak to me in private for a few minutes.

We went to the living room and had a seat.

"What's on your mind, Malcom?"

"I did enjoy anal sex. Does that mean I'm gay?"

"Men seem to get so hung up on that, especially masculine men. Do you all of a sudden have a burning desire to suck someone's cock?"

"No."

"Who's lips do you want wrapped around your cock, female or male?

"Female."

"How about a desire to shove your dick into Ranger's or Master's hairy asses?"

"No."

"Then you're not gay, doubtful that you're even bisexual. What it does mean is that you enjoy anal sex as a lot of other people do, when properly done. There are lots of nerve endings in the anus. If anal sex is done right, it feels good. While you may somehow feel that your masculine image has been tarnished, it's not that big of a deal. The only big deal is in your own head. Nobody else thought anything about it, except Trinity thought she might like to peg you in the future, and wants to learn to do it right. It seems she'll want you fucking her ass on occasion. If you both enjoy it, so what."

"Do you think we can all get away with living together in Gainesville?"

"Frieda and Trinity can answer that question better than I can. I'm not tied into the professor fraternity, the department politics, or the administration rules. You can probably answer that question better than I can."

"I'm not sure. I'd like to."

"Talk to them about it and see if they agree. I certainly enjoy my polyamorous relationships."

We returned to the pool and I joined Master, letting him cuddle with me, Miranda on the other side.

"What was that about?" Master said softly.

"Malcom was concerned because he enjoyed anal sex so much, sir."

"How does he feel now?" Miranda asked.

"No longer concerned and looking forward to enjoying it more in the future."

"You're amazing," Master said.

"I'm glad you think so, Master. It might get me fucked more often in the future, even if I'm about to get fat." I patted my tummy, and the life growing inside.

They both hugged and kissed me and I sank into their arms, content.

It wasn't long before Roseanne came out with the others, and climbed into the hot tub. "Who would have believed anal sex could feel so good?"

A half dozen arms shot up, including mine.

"What should we do for supper?" Master asked.

"The cook left a big tray of lasagna to put in the oven," Miranda said. "It takes about an hour to cook. Should I stick it in the oven now?"

"Stick it in when we start to fuck Roseanne. That should give us all time to shower up before we eat."

"Yes, Master."

Sahar dropped into the pool and joined our cuddle. "How did Trinity do?" I asked.

"She won't destroy anyone's asses in the future. She did good. You didn't hear Roseanne complain, did you?"

"Nope, no complaints." I said.

"Damn straight. I train bitches right."

"You certainly do," Master said. Sahar reached up and kissed him.

About twenty minutes later, the men felt up to giving Roseanne her three pronged shafting.

Miranda and I went into the kitchen and put the lasagna in the oven, made garlic bread and another salad, a Caesar.

Sahar wandered in, taking a kiss and some light stroking.

"You'll be happy to know I'm not microwaving anything," I said. "I made garlic bread."

"Oh, so you've graduated from microwaving to making toast. You must be really proud of yourself."

I started laughing. "Actually, I am, although not for making toast. I'm proud of the fact that you could make that joke. That you can laugh with me, and smile, and have sex with men and women. For seeing you turn into the amazing person that you are, the amazing woman I love so desperately, my heart aches. That's what I'm proud of."

"You should be proud of that," Sahar said, hugging me. "It was your greatest and most difficult accomplishment." Then she kissed me and my heart rate sped up, my pussy melted, and I clung to her hopelessly in love.

******

Gloria also got her triple penetration that evening, then the men collapsed in exhaustion. Trinity had to drive Frieda and Malcom home. Ranger slept in a guest bedroom by himself, snoring softly. Gloria joined Sahar and me in bed, and I showed her I still had it, though Sahar was muffling her screams with a wet pussy.

Roseanne was with Master and Miranda in the master bedroom, joined by Juanita when she got off work.

Ranger and Gloria left about ten AM, returning to their Mistress, and Ranger to prepare for work. We got a call from George shortly after they left. He wanted our address and said he had a present for us. Master gave him our address.

"It's best if you dress before I get there," he said. "Figure roughly a couple hours."

"What's that about, I wonder," Master said, hanging up. "I hope it's not bad."

We'd soon find out. Since he said two, we assumed one and a half so we'd definitely be dressed before anyone got there. We sent Juanita and Roseanne home before our visitors arrived.

As it was, it was pretty darn close to two hours. We put some food out since it was lunch time. Bread and sandwich fixings, chips and the like.

At a quarter after twelve, there was a knock on the door and I opened it, Sahar standing behind me. George was the one who knocked, and there was a young Chinese woman with him, as well as another gentleman, looking officious in suit and tie. Sahar recognized the woman as the Chinese slave we'd freed.

"Come in, George. Good to see you again," I said.

"Good to see you too. This is Daiyu, and Gary Roeloff, FBI agent in charge of the Fort Myers office where Lynn worked."

"Get an iPad and set it up for Mandarin," I told Sahar.

"I was hoping you had some way of speaking to her. Neither of us speak Chinese and we haven't been able to talk to her at all since we picked her up," George said. "I think she's a little apprehensive."

I took Daiyu's hand and led them all to the kitchen where Master and Miranda waited.

"Sir, this is Daiyu, the Chinese slave we found at The Woodshed on Friday night, and FBI agent Gary Roeloff, agent in charge of the Fort Myers office. This is Joshua Greenbriar, and his wife, Miranda Ward-Greenbriar, former US Representative from North Carolina."

"How can we help you?" Master asked.

"Orlando authorities have agreed to release Daiyu to your custody until her case comes to trial," George said. "They've been reassured you know how to handle ex-slaves and have the training and expertise needed to help her. You'd have to make sure she shows up in Orlando for any trial testimony,"

"That's doable. What's the FBI's Fort Myers office's interest in that case?" Master asked.

"None in her case. My interest has to do with an agent of mine who was involved in something up in Orlando you might be able to shed light on."

"Agent Roeloff was Lynn's supervisor, the FBI submissive who killed her Dominant, then killed herself, sir," I said.

"What is the nature of the help you hope we can provide? We never met the woman," Master said.

"I understand that Beth just got her Doctorate in Psychology, specializing in Dominance and submission, and can perhaps explain some of the psychology to me."

"You looked at the movies again and confirmed Lynn was blindfolded every time she had sex with the criminals?" I asked George.

"I did. Then I contacted Gary and said his agent was probably clean of any wrongdoing other than murdering the asshole who did it to her. He wanted more information than I could give him about the whole situation."

Sahar came back with an iPad and immediately welcomed Daiyu to our home and asked her if she'd eaten or was hungry. She was delighted we could talk to her. Sahar handed the iPad to her, and said it was hers, and with it, she could talk to us, and ask any questions she wished.

"Why don't you gentlemen grab some food, and we'll step out on the patio. We'll answer any questions we can, with a little more privacy," Master said.

They made themselves sandwiches and got some chips. We fixed food for ourselves and offered them water or soft drinks. Miranda, Master and I brought them out to the patio and sat around a table.

"What questions do you have?" Master asked, relaxing now that we knew why they were here.

"How likely is it that Lynn wouldn't know who she was having sex with?"

"Why don't you field these questions, Beth, unless I see some reason to add to it," Master said.

"In addition to having my Doctorate, I'm a submissive myself, Agent Roeloff. It would depend a great deal on the Master/submissive involved. Because a submissive is surrendering a great deal of free will to their Dominant, the relationship involves a huge amount of trust. We have to believe that the hands of the person we place ourselves in, has our best interests at heart, otherwise we won't surrender our free will to them willingly.

"We have to trust that they'll follow the dictates of our submission agreement, respect our safe words and stop when we say stop. In the case of your agent, she probably worried about her professional standing should her own nature be discovered, so she had to believe that her Master would be discrete and protect her identity. I would think, that Lynn would believe that a US Attorney would have his own concerns about his nature coming to light. If one of them disclosed they were a Master or submissive, both would be compromised. She trusted her Master to take care of her, to protect her, to treat her as a prized possession, and not some sex toy to be abused and mistreated.

"While it's by no means common to be blindfolded every time you have a scene, which is what we call it when we're engaging with our counterpart in acts of Dominance and submission, it does occur somewhat frequently. Being unable to see, heightens the other senses, smell and touch especially. Hearing as well, though that's not always as important. Being blind makes you feel more helpless, more dependent on your Dominant. It tends to be arousing, not knowing what's going on around us, to know who's watching us, if we're about to be touched. If we are touched, will it be a whip or a feather, or a hand? Whose hand will it be? Will the touch be gentle or rough.

"If the scene involves sex, will it be a woman or a man. Will a cock touch our lips, or a pussy? Will they have sex with us, and who is they? To a submissive such as myself, all of those unknowns are very arousing to me. I orgasm more easily, more strongly, and enjoy sex more. If Lynn believed that her Master was trying to protect her identity from others, to protect her reputation, she may have quite willingly allowed herself to be masked so her features wouldn't be visible to other people she was involved with. It would have made her more comfortable with strangers, so that they wouldn't know who she was. In that case, I think it's highly likely she wouldn't know who she was having sex with, and didn't want them to know who they were having sex with. It wouldn't be easy for an FBI agent to flaunt her submissive identity to others."

"Would submission have compromised her? Her job, national security?"

"If you're asking if I'll obey anyone who orders me to do something, the answer is no. I have one Master. Obeying anyone else is disobedient to that Master. And again, it goes back to trust. I won't give myself to any stranger off the street. I need to trust someone to surrender so much of myself to them. Lynn trusted a US Attorney; someone she believed she could trust. It was misplaced trust, but how would she have known until she finally found out what he did to her; what had happened?