My Voyage of Submission Ch. 16

They attend a second club where Beth is attacked. Miranda's limousine is attacked on the way to Versailles by two dozen heavily armed attackers. Joshua puts everyone on a war footing. This chapter contains oral, anal, group, lesbian, and interracial sex including double penetrations. It contains cuckoldry. There is no STD's of COVID in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editing expertise.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 16 - Paris, Pt 2

I was dressed in one of the fall outfits we'd picked up at the Dior fashion show, the skirt and jacket with the sheer blouse. Miranda had to dress more conservatively due to her profession, but Belle and Francesca also showed a lot of skin. We rounded up everyone and it took two limousines to get to the restaurant. Yasmine was seated between Delphine and Fatima, I was seated between Delphine and Master with Miranda on the opposite side. The rest of the freed slaves, Henderson, next to his wife, Darla, and Michelle made up the balance of our table. Hannah, Francesca and Belle, Lynn, Dominique and all of the other men were seated at an adjoining table. Dominique was sitting next to Art and flirting quite outrageously with him.

The food at La Dame de Pic was advertised as hyper seasonal so all the food was as fresh as it could be. That we were in harvest season for much of France made for scads of fresh, delicious foods. I had blue mackerel marinated in smoked Lapsang Souchong tea, served with celery risotto and brightened with bergamot. For dessert, whole pear served with cocoa pebbles, candied pear, mint cream and chestnut cream. I'd never tasted anything like it. Both Fatima and Delphine told Yasmine she could order anything she wanted. She didn't know what to order so Maahnoor ordered foods which would be reminiscent of Morocco, although the flavors were different, often with Japanese flavors and ingredients. She seemed to like everything. Michelle got a sampler with wine pairings, like I'd had in New York, so she could taste as many different dishes as she could.

Master bought champagne and wine for both tables. Our Muslim guests did not partake, sticking with water, but everyone else did. When the meal was over, Yasmine asked who she needed to have sex with for such a fine meal. Fatima told her she never had to have sex with anyone again unless she wanted to.

She said something in French, which Delphine interpreted as "I have new clothes. I saw how much everything cost. Certainly, I must have sex with someone."

Hannah answered her in French, "Joshua is a very rich man and he has many excellent lovers and does not need to trade food or favors for sex," Delphine whispered to me what Hannah answered.

Another poor woman who could barely comprehend being given something for nothing more than her presence.

Back at the hotel, Master asked Michelle if she wished to stay. "It's a Friday night. Certainly you don't have to be anywhere. I'll get you a room to share with Dominique if you like."

She looked at Dominique, still flirting with Art. "She looks like she may have other plans."

"Then you may spend the night with Francesca and Belle. I'm sure they will be very pleasant company."

"You spoil me. I don't need two of them. One would be sufficient."

He laughed. "Nevertheless, you may have both."

"What about you?"

"This is Miranda's fertile time of the month and I'm trying to get her pregnant, but Delphine just whispered to me that she and Beth would like to join us. I'll have plenty of company."

"Hannah?"

"Darla."

"Lynn?"

"Her fiancé and her slave, Manuel. She'll probably be double filled tonight. I'm getting a room for Henderson and Maahnoor so the newlyweds can have a little privacy, and another for the other three slave girls. There's no point in sleeping alone. They need someone Dominant to keep them in line. It might as well be you."

"Done. You've convinced me. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Tell me if they've been displeasing at breakfast tomorrow."

"If they're even half as well trained as Beth, I don't see how that's possible."

"Much better than half, Mistress. Nearly as good," I replied, "and with two, you can be sure no one's tongue will fall off."

Michelle laughed while Master secured the extra rooms. She had a huge smile on her face as she went to her room with her two temporary slaves in her wake.

Miranda and I proved to Delphine that Master was the best male lover she ever had, especially with two willing slaves prepared to get him ready to fuck her over and over again. The only thing she didn't get was Master's cum. He saved all of it for Miranda. Delphine always joined me in cleaning both of them afterward.

******

Delphine was panting and moaning as she rode Master's morning wood.

"How can he fuck for so long?" she whimpered.

"Because he's learned to enjoy the journey as much as the destination," I said, interrupting my attention to Miranda's cunt. I was giving her a couple orgasms to help prepare her body for his sperm. Give the wrigglers something to swim in as they headed upstream.

"Is Miranda about ready?" Master asked.

She was on her back with her legs spread and pussy dripping. I'd say she was ready.

"Is the pope a bear in the woods," I replied.

Master burst out laughing. "Christ, don't make me laugh like that. You almost made me cum."

"What does it mean when a Jewish guy invokes the name of Christ during sex?" I asked.

"It means don't make me laugh," Master laughed. "Damn it, I'm done. Get off me, Delphine, quick."

She scooted off him and he rolled over and jammed himself as deep as he could in Miranda's cunt before exploding inside her.

"Thar he blows," I said in my deepest and most salty voice. Master laughed again, even as he filled her with his rich cream.

"What's gotten into you this morning?" Master said.

"I don't know. I've just been fucking three of my most favoritist people in the whole world for half the night. I feel good."

"I'm one of your favoritist people?" Delphine asked.

"You will be once you clean my Master off while I take care of my sister slave."

"Oh, yummy, boy cum and girl cum, all at once. Kind of like strawberries and cream."

"Exactly. You get it. The best of both worlds."

I stood up on the bed and grabbed Miranda's legs and hauled them skyward. "Of course, I need to make sure we let his cum drain down towards Miranda's head where it will do some good. He can't cum in me while she's fertile until she's knocked up."

Delphine almost choked on Master's cock when she laughed. I started shaking Miranda's legs like she was a salt shaker. Miranda was laughing too as I bounced her ass up and down on the bed.

"Last night is probably the last time I get to claim all that manly seed for myself," Miranda said, half choking with laughter. "According to my calculations, my ovulation ended at midnight, more or less."

"You know, Master's never tried to get a girl pregnant before. Maybe he's shooting blanks. Maybe he'll need to let some black stud like Jake do the deed for him and give your Nazi parents that cute little half breed grandchild he threatened to give them." I paused, thinking. "Or, you could be pregnant already and we don't have to do this again. You can get fat and ugly and I'll get to fuck him all the time until you spit out his kid."

I put down her legs and began licking, intending to give her an orgasm in the process. She hadn't fucked Master near long enough to cum, even as horny as we were all the time.

Master and Miranda both snickered. Delphine was confused. "Wait, Miranda's parents are Nazis?"

"Well, they're anti-gay, anti-Jewish, anti-black, anti anything that isn't straight, white, Anglo-Saxon and protestant," Miranda said, "so kind of Nazis. They'd hate you too because you're French."

"And you married a Jewish guy."

"And my sister is about to move down to Guadeloupe and kneel to Simone's black daughter, Liza," Miranda said between moans. "Which means almost everything my Daddy hates, we're doing. Licking pussy, fucking Jews and blacks, you name it, he hates it. Oh, fuck, Beth, don't stop. I'm so close. Master, please let me cum."

"I don't know. I'm not feeling the desperation yet. Ask again with more feeling."

"Please, Master, I'm begging you. I'm so close. I don't think I can last another thirty seconds. You know what Beth is like. She's insatiable. She won't stop until I cum. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"

"Fine, you can cum."

Miranda's back arched and she shivered through a powerful orgasm, choking back a scream. When she finally settled, I sat up with a cum faced grin.

"Another one bites the dust."

"What happens if you cum without Joshua's permission?" Delphine asked.

"Weren't you exposed to that through Michelle?" Master asked.

"I knew she was a Dominatrix, but she hid most of it. I learned more when I was an au pair to a Dominant/submissive couple in New York. They were fairly open about their sexuality after they knew maman was a Dominatrix."

"Who was it?" Master asked. "I know some Dominants in New York."

"Monsieur and Madame Thornhill. I took care of their daughter for a year."

The room grew silent for a moment, all activity ceasing.

"What?" Delphine asked.

"William and Evelyn Thornhill?" Master asked.

"Oui, Monsieur."

"He's one of Master's best friends, Delphine," I said. "He attended Miranda's wedding to Master."

"It is indeed a tiny world we live in. He did not often punish Evelyn in front of me and his child, but I did see it on occasion, mostly if we were traveling together. Opportunities for privacy are more limited."

"That's quite remarkable. We're punished if we cum without permission," Miranda said, "and for lots of other infractions of the rules. The punishment for failing to ask for permission is ten swats. For cumming after permission is denied is ten swats."

"Ten swats of what?"

"Ten swats with my hand, ten swats with a paddle, ten swats with a whip," Master said. "It could be ten swats with anything, but I prefer those things for minor infractions."

"Like what?"

"Disobeying an order to do something which is within the rules of our slave agreement," I said, "failing to follow instructions or the rules, having sex with someone Master hasn't given us permission to have sex with, although it's more serious if it's a man instead of a woman."

"So Joshua gave you permission to have sex with me?"

"Not initially," I said. "Master will occasionally give control to someone else he trusts. He gave me to Lynn and Lynn gave me the initial permission. All subsequent contact with you was with his permission. He's been quite generous with you."

"Why?" Delphine asked.

"Beth likes you. I like to reward her for being such a delightful submissive."

"But you could withdraw your permission? Forbid her to see me ever again?"

"I could. It's unlikely I'd do something so drastic, but I could."

"What reason would you have for denying her permission to see me?"

"If you continuously got her into trouble, caused her to disobey her rules, endangered her, hurt her."

"What if I fell in love with her?"

"Everyone is in love with her. That's not a good reason."

"What if she fell in love with me?"

"She also loves many different people. Not a good enough reason."

"What if she wanted to leave you for me?"

He looked at her, then me. "I would be devastated if she ever wanted to leave me for any reason. My heart would be broken, but despite my calling her my slave, I don't own her. She always has the freedom to leave. I cannot control her heart, any more than I can control mine. Do you want to leave me, Beth?"

"Never, sir. Delphine is barking up the wrong tree if she thinks that's a possibility. You own my heart now, whether you want it or not."

She thought for a moment. "So the only way I could stay with you forever is to become Joshua's submissive, like you are?"

"You can't decide to become someone's submissive. You have to be submissive to become a submissive," Master said. "Beth isn't submissive because she's studying it. She decided to study it because it plucked a chord inside that already existed. She thought she could be one for a year to study it, but she wouldn't have lasted a week without being one. I can't be one. I don't have it in me."

"Nor can I be a Dominant," I said. "I don't have it in me. I'm submissive, through and through. I don't have to act in submissive ways. I could live my life as I used to, but that would be difficult knowing how much richer my life is as a submissive. If Master ever got rid of me, I'd eventually seek another Master. I no longer wish to live life as I did before. It's a pale imitation of the life I live now."

Miranda sat up. "Beth is right. I didn't know I was submissive, but I couldn't do this if I weren't. I might be able to live without a Master for awhile, perhaps due to my career, but I'd eventually seek another one if I lost my Master for whatever reason. Life was less interesting, less colorful, less meaningful, than it is now. It's funny that by giving up control, surrendering my will to his; made my life so much better than it was, but it did."

"I'm happy you like me, Delphine. When we leave, it doesn't have to be forever. I like you enough to want to see you again. You can visit when you get time off from work. I have oodles of money to play around with. I could pay for tickets for you to visit, but don't expect a girlfriend in the sense you'd like me to be one. That will never happen. What you can have now, is all that you will ever get from me. I'm not only tied to Master by unbreakable bonds, but I'm tied to Miranda, Francesca, Belle, and Lynn by similar bonds. I love Miranda nearly as much as Master and I want to see Miranda have a child, be part of that child's life, as I hope she'll be part of my children's lives when I have them. This is the life I want to live."

"I've never been as infatuated with anyone as much as I am with you. Do you care Joshua?"

"Not really. Beth has that affect on people. She gives so much, it's hard to understand why anyone wouldn't be in love with her."

"Enough about me," I said. "I feel stupid being the topic of this conversation. It's embarrassing. What are we doing today, Master?"

"I was going to send you to that other club; let you get more surveys done. I'm not so sure now."

"Why?"

"Because of what happened last time. I don't like the publicity that swirled around the case. They kept Miranda's and my name out of the papers, but yours and Ethan's were in there. People might know you now; the submissive who frees slaves. I don't like it. We're dealing with dangerous people."

"You're saying we shouldn't try to save other involuntary slaves?" I asked. "Could you do that? Let some other woman suffer like Yasmine?"

"I think French authorities could become pissed if we pulled that stunt again. I'm sure they'd be wondering why we keep going to clubs like that if all we do is cause problems. Unfortunately, we can't save everyone. The best way to stop it is to stop it at the source."

"I know, but we can't leave a young woman with someone like that Desmonde bastard. Yasmine's back won't be healed for a week, at least, and she'll likely have scars for life, both emotional and physical. You heard her last night. Who did she have to fuck to get new clothes and an expensive meal? It's horrible."

"Do you think people would bring their slaves out in public after the publicity Desmonde got after his arrest?" Delphine asked. "Isn't that just asking for trouble now it's been publicized. They even had a photo of Yasmine's brand in the tabloids. If anyone saw a similar brand, the police might be informed."

"Delphine might be right, Master. Maybe we should do follow up interviews with the newspapers and TV and publicize everything we've discovered so far, make it impossible to bring slaves out in public?"

"Suppose you're right and we expose these buyers of slaves and what they do, drive them out of the public eye so they keep their slaves locked up in their homes. Do you think the slaves will be treated better behind closed doors than they are when taken out in public? I think the opposite could be true, Since someone like Yasmine is not seen by the public, they could do worse to her. Mark her face instead of her back, beat her more. If she'll never be seen, what difference does it make. They could be crippled and no one would ever know. If they're brought out in public, they'll want to hide the worst of it. It's why wife and child abusers claim their wife is clumsy, or the child fell off their bike, because their brutality can't be known. Once they're driven into hiding, they can be as brutal and cruel as they want and no one looks for an anonymous slave like they do for a wife or child."

"I guess you're right, sir. Maybe I should use a different name when going into clubs now. An alias, so no one ties me with the press reports. They didn't do any pictures of me. All they have is a name. Maybe Ethan should do the same."

"Actually, I'm going to bring in a new group of security people. Thomas, Edgar, Jake, Buck, and we have Henderson for the moment. I'll send the rest back. Changing your name probably isn't a bad idea either."

"I could go with my aunt's name, Helen Edvardson."

"Are you Scandinavian?" Delphine asked.

"On my mother's side. My great great grandfather came from Norway. I'm diluted since then. A little bit of this, a little of that, a mutt, really."

Master laughed, "A mutt?"

"Not a purebred, that's for sure."

"Fine, I'll send you to the club again tonight if you use a different name, but no more calling of the police. We have to lay low awhile and not call attention to ourselves."

"Unless someone is being beaten to bloody ribbons. I can't stand by and let that happen."

"Let someone else do the reporting of it. You can't. That's an order."

"Yes, Master."

******

After our morning routines, we went out to the living area and ordered breakfast from room service for everyone. Francesca, Belle and Michelle were already there, having returned after getting up. Hannah and Darla joined us before we called in our order. Master asked Hannah to arrange for a different security team and send the current bunch back to the ship, keeping only Henderson. They were to go back by train and the others could come in by plane as he wanted them here faster.

"What about Leo?" Hannah asked.

"I want a heavier presence tonight after the fiasco the other night. He'll go to the club."

He also told her to arrange for a large group at the Le Club Cris et Chuchotements.

"What does that mean?" I asked Delphine.

"Cries and Whispers."

After we submitted our food order, Master asked Michelle how Francesca and Belle had done for her last night.

"You were right. They were almost as good as Beth. I've seldom had a more pleasurable night."

"Would you like to go to the club tonight?"

"Will you be going?"

"I can't go. Married man, important wife, too well known. Others will Dominate my slaves in my stead. You could Dominate Beth."

"That's a very tempting offer. I'll accept."

"There's a dress code. We might need to get you some different clothes. Dress is libertine, SM or fetish wear. Lynn can fill you in on Beth, what's allowed and not allowed and her safe words."

"I'd like to go again," Delphine said.

"That was expected," Master said. "I'm perfectly willing to give you more time with Beth."

"Not to play as a Dominant. I want to go as a submissive."

Michelle looked in surprise at her daughter's statement. Master, Miranda and I did too.

"Savez-vous si vous êtes soumis?" Michelle asked

"Je ne sais pas. Comment le saurais-je sans l'essayer."

"What did she say?" I asked.