Summer Surprise Pt. 06

"Four, sir."

He dipped his two fingers inside of her pussy and she climaxed again, grinding against his hand.

"How many times?"

"Five, Master," she moaned.

He pulled out his fingers and had Evelyn lick them off.

"Was she entertaining?" Bill asked the others.

"Very," Matt said. "I've never been exposed to anything like this before."

"It's not for everyone, but it works for some people." He hooked a leash on Evelyn's collar and led her into the house, saying, "Let's get you cleaned up before supper. You're a sexy mess. Keep your hand on your cunt."

"Yes, Master."

After they disappeared, Dianne looked at Matt and Delphine. "That was so fucking hot," she said.

"It was pretty incredible," Matt said. "She was pretty orgasmic. I wonder how many times she would have cum if trying to, considering how many times she climaxed given she was ordered not to? Did your mother have the same experience, Delphine?"

"I'm not sure. She did try to keep that aspect of her life away from us, and the Thornhills don't exactly advertise that aspect of their life in front of Madeline and me. Most of what they do goes on behind closed doors."

"What didn't go on behind closed doors today was out of this world," Dianne said, "so erotic I need to cum myself."

"But you can't," Matt said.

"Why not?"

"Dinner is in a few minutes."

"It won't take me long, believe me."

"I think you should deny yourself the pleasure and save it for tonight. Think of how much better the sex will be if you're anxious to cum."

"Let me think about it." A pause. "No. I'll have no problem cumming later, unlike you, Mr. Sanders."

"Fine. Do it like Evelyn did. Stroke one off in front of Delphine and I."

"I can do that."

Dianne took the seat Evelyn had been in and started masturbating in front of the two of them. It didn't take her long at all, so short, in fact, she continued masturbating towards another.

"You're such a naughty slut, Dianne," Delphine said. "I can hardly wait until you eat out my pussy while Matt fucks you."

That was all the trigger Dianne needed to orgasm a second time, squirming wildly as she spasmed on her fingers.

"Whew!" Dianne exclaimed. "What an orgasm. I don't think I've ever cum as hard on my fingers before."

"It did look like a good one," Matt said, tossing her a towel. "You need to dry off yourself off. You're very wet. It is time for supper now. We need to get dressed. We don't have the excuse of being in the pool any more."

Dianne and Delphine put on the clothes they'd left by the pool. Matt's shorts were still wet. He didn't want to track water through the house, so he left them out by the pool, wrapped a towel around his waist and went into the house to put on the jeans he'd worn this morning. The towel did nothing to hide the erection which formed while watching Evelyn and Dianne perform. Ethel's eyebrows arched when he passed through the house on his way to his room though she didn't say anything to embarrass the poor boy.

When he returned, Matt asked Ethel where he could dry everything.

She pointed to her laundry room which was also off the pool along with a shower and toilet for the pool users. "Why don't you grab all the towels and clothes you want washed and dried, put them in the washer with one capful of soap, cold water wash and rinse. We'll toss them in the dryer when they're done. As soon as you take care of that, we'll eat."

Matt collected all the towels and his wet things from outside, put them in the washer as instructed and started the load. They adjourned to the dining room. Delphine fed Madeline, who was on small soft bites of adult food. The chef's salad contained greens and some of the leftover steak from earlier.

What was surprising to all of them was when Bill came to the table, Evelyn was still on a leash. When Bill sat down, Evelyn sat on his lap and he hand fed her. He noticed all the eyes watching him.

"Yes, our travel has interfered with some of the things we normally do. Obviously, I can't do this in a restaurant, nor anyplace where Evelyn's status as slut slave can't be known. One of the advantages of my being able to tell everyone what we are, is we can go back to our normal routines. Being kept naked while everyone else is dressed and feeding her like a child, keeps her aroused and humiliated. Now normally, every few bites, I'd be caressing her, maybe making her orgasm in front of you. In deference to Beth, I won't do that tonight."

"Despite my tender young years," Beth said, "I am an adult. Don't hold back on my account. I'm kind of curious about this whole Master/slave gig you have going on here. I've been exposed to some kinks before, but this isn't one of them."

"Ethel, it's your house. I defer to your wishes on the matter."

Ethel thought briefly. "It was previously mentioned and I'd like to tell you the full story before you make any judgements, but Elaine spent over ten years as a prostitute, and I know she and Beth have had a number of conversations about what that was like. Beth is not as innocent as she looks, both as a result of those conversations with her sister, nor as someone who experimented with sex as a high school student. She was wilder than she is now. I don't think Georgina would be upset if she was exposed to this."

"Very well."

For the rest of the meal, Evelyn was fed as a full slave, caressed, stroked, teased. She orgasmed twice as she was fed, both times asking for permission to cum and receiving it. It was easy to see how aroused she was as a slave, her legs open on Bill's lap and her sex glistening with her fluids. Bill spent a lot of time kissing her and nibbling on the bits he could easily reach, her lips, her ears, her neck, even her nipples and breasts on a couple occasions.

"One of the things which surprises me is how affectionate you seem to be," Ethel said. "I always got the impression that the Dom/sub relationship was sterner, more rigid in structure."

"Yes," Matt agreed, "it's nothing like the Master/slave relationships you see in movies, like plantation owners or Roman slaves."

"Well, it wouldn't be, would it," Bill explained. "This is a voluntary relationship. Evelyn isn't owned by me in the sense of property. I can't sell her. Essentially, I can't do anything without her underlying permission. On top of which, she's my wife. I do love her, despite the pain she's caused me in the past. This is a way to work through the problems which brought about her submission. I imagine she is more tolerant of the more punishing aspects of her slavery because of her need to atone for her past sins. I have no desire to physically harm her in any permanent way. Any way this evolves has to take that into consideration. Besides which, every relationship is what you make of it, whether it's something more vanilla, which is what we consider normal relationships to be, or something like ours. To survive, every relationship needs to meet the needs of whoever the parties are.

"For whatever reasons, and I'm not sure if even Evelyn knows for sure, our marriage as it existed pre-slavery wasn't meeting some critical needs for her. Whatever it lacked, she made up for with her clandestine affairs, which were not entirely discreet. She was either really stupid about hiding them, which I don't believe to be the case, or she wanted to be caught. Nor was it meeting my needs as I expect fidelity and respect from my wife and she was giving me neither. It was this behavior which led my friend, Sam, to wonder if Evelyn actually wanted to be caught. That by engaging in such behavior, she was hoping for a more forceful, less kind, more Masterful husband, should we say. One who refused to let her engage in such egregious behavior, by any means necessary. In the process, she almost ruined what she had, the parts she loved about our relationship, including losing me. It was when I took charge of her, she blossomed into the delightful creature you see now.

"I never need worry about infidelity any more, because she's given me all of her sexuality. I own it. She will never have sex again unless it's with my permission. She won't orgasm without my permission anymore without being punished if she does. I can fuck her any time I want. I own her cunt, her mouth, her ass. She can no longer complain of a headache or refuse me sex. She surrendered all of it to me. Now she's happier and I'm happier. Whatever needs she previously lacked from our marriage, are being met now. But it's still an evolving relationship. She was punished more harshly in the beginning than she is now, but is still punished more harshly than any other submissive I know. She expects it, even wants it, as part of her experience. I strictly prohibited sex with others, beyond her submissive training, but as we've evolved, I'm less concerned with her having sex with women, and even have allowed another man to fuck her, but it's my decision, not hers. She surrendered control to me."

"Are you happier now, Evelyn, or is this a delusion of my brother's?"

"I've never been happier in my life, Ethel, ever. As much as I've been embarrassed by his treatment of me today in front of all of you, it was exciting and gave me great pleasure. I love knowing Master owns and controls me. That whatever he asks of me, I will do. I feel more right as a naked slave, than I ever felt in a ten thousand dollar gown at some charity affair. I love to feel his cum running down my leg after he's surreptitiously fucked me in the ass in some bathroom at some gala, knowing he gave me no choice in the matter. I would have sucked his cock in front of all of them if he wanted me to. He wouldn't ask for obvious reasons, but I'd do it if it was what he wanted. Serving him as his slave fulfills me more than being solely his wife ever did. This collar," she touched the leather around her neck, "is more valuable to me than the most expensive necklace I own. I'd gladly sell every jewel I possess to keep this leather band encircling my neck."

"Don't sell them," Beth said. "Give them to me."

Everyone laughed. Bill told Delphine to take Madeline and get her ready for bed.

As soon as she left, Bill said, "Speaking of ass fucking," Bill said, "stand up and bend over the table, slave."

"Yes, Master."

Evelyn got off his lap and pushed some dishes out of the way. She bent over the table as Bill released his cock. Wetting it with a couple thrusts in her cunt, Bill then shoved it in her ass, Evelyn grunting slightly as he forced himself past her sphincter.

"You don't have my permission to cum, Evelyn, even though you're about to get a long, slow fucking. Don't bother asking."

"Yes, sir," she moaned.

"Now, you've piqued my curiosity a couple times. Could someone please tell me how the hell Elaine ended up as a prostitute for ten years?"

For the next twenty minutes, the rest of them told William and Evelyn about Elaine's story, the molestation and everything else that occurred except how Matt accidentally found out he was fucking his sister. The entire time, William fucked Evelyn in the ass. Despite his previous command she wasn't allowed to cum, she orgasmed twice, moaning loudly each time.

Matt was hard, Beth and Dianne were squirming in their seats. Even Ethel looked as if she was somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn't the story, it was the blatant carnal display in front of them. It was primitive and raw, barely related to making love, involving only the same sexual organs. Evelyn bent over the table, moaning through her fucking, Bill's steady pounding against her ass, the slapping of flesh on flesh.

When the story was ended, Bill said, "That was quite the story. I'm so sorry. What an utter disaster." He slammed into Evelyn two more times and grunted through his own orgasm. "I'm going to need a towel to wipe off, sorry."

Ethel got up and got him one. Bill pulled out and wiped himself, then Evelyn. "Kneel," he said. "We need to address your punishment next. You're up to seventy now. How do you want them, paddle or whip?"

"Whip, Master." Evelyn knelt beside him.

"You know where it is. Go get it, bring it back. You know the drill."

"Yes, sir."

Evelyn crawled on all fours to her room, returning, still on her knees, with the whip, a cat like flogger held in her teeth. Bill took it from her mouth.

"Since we don't have any tools here, I want you to grab the door jamb on the French doors leading to the pool. Face the outside, we'll do your back first."

"You're not really going to whip her with that, are you?" Beth asked.

"I am, yes. You don't have to stick around if you don't wish to."

"Won't it hurt?" Beth asked.

"That is the point of punishing someone," Bill said. "Evelyn does have a safe word, 'Southern Skies' to stop it at any time she chooses. It was the name of the ship we were on when she first submitted to me. She has but to speak it, and her punishment stops. What do you say, slave? Would you like to use your safe word?"

"No, Master. You have to realize, Beth, that I find the whip preferable to a paddle. It's why I chose it. The paddle is heavy and can't be applied to any part of my body except my buttocks and the back of my thighs. Seventy strokes is quite a lot to be placed in such a small area. The whip may be used anywhere but my face, so no one part of my body receives an ungodly number of strokes. I was disobedient to my Master's wishes and should be punished. He could have chosen himself, but it was my choice what he would use."

"Come on. You can't really be expected not to orgasm if you're getting screwed, even if he is fucking your ass."

"True. It is difficult not to cum, but having to try not to climax delays the climax and makes it better when I have one. But even the punishment is playing on the fringes of sex. I don't orgasm every time I'm punished, but I frequently do, so it's never as bad as you might imagine when you hear I'm going to be whipped. Master can't break my skin or leave permanent marks. He may fuck me again when he's finished, and I'll enjoy that as well."

"Do you want to leave, Beth? You don't have to watch if it offends you," Bill said.

"I have a hard time believing this makes you happy."

"Then watch and you will see. I will not use my safe word. I've never had to use it. Master is quite careful in punishing me."

Evelyn took her place in the open doors facing the pool. She gripped the molding at the top of the doors and spread her legs wide as if she expected to be struck between her legs.

"Count and thank me for each one," Bill said.

"Yes, Master."

He began the whipping and with each flog of the whip, Evelyn counted and thanked him, even asking for him to do the next one. Bill started on her buttocks, turning them red, then up her back to her shoulders, leaving her striped, back down to her ass and the backs of her legs. Occasionally, Evelyn would whimper or groan with one of the strokes and her body would shake. Matt saw Dianne was shaking almost as much as Evelyn did. It was almost as if every stroke of the whip struck her, though she wasn't the only one to have their eyes glued to the scene in front of them.

"I'm close, Master. May I please cum?" Evelyn asked after she called out, "Thirty-one, sir. Thank you, may I please have another."

"Yes, you may."

The next stroke went up between Evelyn's legs and she squeaked, then moaned and climaxed hard. Her body shook as paroxysms of pleasure swept through her body in waves. Bill moved the whip to his left hand and standing behind and to the side of Evelyn, dropped his hand to her hidden pussy and quite obviously finger fucked her until she was practically jumping. Her feet remained planted and her hands gripped the jamb, but the body between thrummed like a string until you could see the orgasm pass away and she was nearly limp.

"Thirty-two, sir. Thank you, may I please have another," Evelyn whispered, almost hoarsely.

The rest of them were silent, almost unable to believe the evidence of their own eyes. Bill finished with the thirty-five to her back and Evelyn turned around. Her pussy glistened with the remnants of her passion and a tiny drop of her cum slowly gathered and dripped from the moist lips. Her neck and chest were flushed, her nipples hard pebbles on her breasts. She reached for the jamb again, her fingers white from the grip she'd maintained before, spreading her legs and planting her feet on the floor, determined not to move until given permission.

Matt thought the rest of them were panting almost as much as Evelyn was. Only Bill seemed calm and relaxed. Evelyn smelled of sex, and they were all near enough to smell her. Or perhaps it was the cumulative smell of four aroused females. They all appeared a bit flushed to Matt as if heat was rolling off them in waves. His cock was harder than a poker.

Bill began whipping Evelyn's front, and though she would occasionally whimper, especially when Bill struck her tits or pussy, she was relatively silent except for the count she kept, her thanks, and the plea to be struck again.

"Fifty-four, sir. Thank you, may I please have another. May I cum please, Master. I'm quite close again."

"You can cum, slave," Bill replied.

As if Evelyn's request to cum was some sort of signal, Bill's next stroke went between her legs again, with the same result. Her body shook hard as she climaxed. They could all see her abs contracting and her pussy pulsing as the spasms swept through her body. Bill waited until they'd almost died before finger fucking her again, the manual thrusts quickly amping up her pleasure, the juices running down Bill's fingers as he plunged into her needy pussy, because that's what it was. The inner lips clung to his fingers, soaking them.

"Good girl," he murmured, "cum for me. Cum hard."

Dianne could no longer contain herself. Her fingers thrust down her shorts and she stroked herself, adding another set of moans to those of Evelyn. Bill pulled his drenched fingers from Evelyn's clutching cunt as her shaking eased and pushed them into her mouth to clean off. The rest of her whipping was almost anti-climactic, though what happened afterward was less so.

Evelyn called, "Seventy, sir. Thank you," then she released the door frame and dropped to her knees, fishing William's cock out of his trousers and sucked him off, easily swallowing his organ, gulping down his creamy, salty offering when he orgasmed. She tucked him away when she was finished.

Bill turned. "Can you see why we were a little reluctant to share our new lifestyle with you and why I don't give a damn about yours?"

Ethel agreed it seemed he had the greater need for secrecy than she did.

"Did you really climax twice?" Beth asked Evelyn.

"You don't believe the evidence of your own eyes? I'm very close again. I hope Master will allow me to cum again when we go to bed."

Beth nodded. "I really need to go work on my term paper again."

"I think I'll retire as well," Ethel said.

They both went to their rooms.

"We all know they're going to their rooms to masturbate, right?" Dianne asked. "I, on the other hand, have a boyfriend who can fuck shit out of me, and I won't have to work very hard for it either." She placed her hand over Matt's erection. "Can I say that's about the hottest thing I've ever seen in person. If I hadn't seen Evelyn cum last night, I'd have had trouble believing what I just witnessed."

"It can be highly erotic if you're not particularly offended by it," Bill said. "Our sex life has increased exponentially since Evelyn's submission."

"I can see why," Matt said. "It was all I could do not to masturbate the way Dianne did. She didn't bother waiting until she went to her room. If I don't get relief soon, I may need to wash my shorts. Good night all."

Matt took Dianne's hand and led her to their bedroom. As soon as they got there, clothes went flying every which way, and Matt was quickly burrowed between Dianne's thighs, tasting her nectar and giving her another orgasm before sliding his big cock into her hot, moist sheath. In ten strokes, he was cumming.