WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 06

"It's fine. I'm not staying that long."

"If it's busy when you need to use it, you can use the one on our room. Just knock on the door first in case we're engaged in something you'd prefer not to see."

"Well, why don't you give me a few minutes to change into my swim suit. I'll knock on your door when I'm ready."

"Would you like me to get you a gin and tonic to sip out at the pool?"

"Oh, dear, I'd love one, but I'm taking a medication which doesn't allow me to drink alcohol. Mix yourself one if you want."

"It's okay, I don't need one. Just wanted to know if you wanted one."

Mom went into her room and closed the door. I looked at Marcia for a second, suddenly realizing we didn't have swimsuits of our own. We didn't plan on ever using any while we were here.

"Maybe you could borrow one from Chantelle," I said. "I've got a pair of shorts I could use."

"If she has a suit, she'll probably wearing it herself. I mean, they were all dressed when we got back from the airport. I doubt they're planning to go naked at the pool now," Marcia said. "How many swim suits do you think any of them own?"

"Shit! You're probably right. They had those tiny suits they used at our pool, but they never had any other suits I saw. Used the same ones when they couldn't go naked in town or on a beach."

"Well if we're going to tell her anything, it might provide the opening for speaking about it."

"How do we keep getting backed into these corners?" I asked.

"By doing stuff we're too embarrassed to tell your mother."

"Okay. Keep calm. It's no big deal right, swimming in the nude."

"Not for us. I don't know about your mother," Marcia said.

Mom came out of her room and saw us both standing there in the hallway.

"Aren't you going to put your suits on kids?" Mom asked.

"To be honest," I said, we didn't bring any suits with us. We all tend to go swimming in our birthday suits."

"What all of you? Everybody here or just you?"

"Everybody here. When we were here last year, we got in the habit of swimming nude like everyone else. Didn't even think of bringing suits."

"I don't have to swim naked too, do I?"

"No, Mom. You can wear whatever you want and I'm fairly certain everybody else will have some sort of suit on to avoid shocking you, but they live here and have whatever clothes they might need. We didn't think we'd need one," I ended lamely.

"You know your brother's got that pool in his backyard everyone goes to play at almost every weekend?"

"Yes."

"I don't stay when they start doing it, but I've been told they started swimming nude after I leave," Mom said.

"Who?"

"All of them, whoever's still there. Your brothers and their wives, your sister and her husband, maybe some others too. It starts to get a little wild, lots of drinking. It's when I leave."

"My brothers and sister and their spouses? They go nude in the backyard pool?" I said, astounded.

"Maybe a couple of cousins and their spouses, nieces and nephews. I don't know for sure. It's what I've heard."

"Geez! Maybe my family's a little freakier than I gave them credit for," I said. "Well, come on. Let's go to the pool."

We led Mom out to the pool and it was as I expected. Everyone had a swimsuit, although a couple of the ladies were going without tops, all their bottoms were covered. I breathed a sigh of relief. I got Mom a towel and set up a few lounges next to each other and fairly close to Brianna, Monique and Adele. The evening was pleasantly warm. The sun was still an hour or more from setting. Mom got in the pool and began talking to some of the women there. My mother was one of those people who never met a stranger. She sent a few hundred Christmas cards out every year all over the world. Spent a couple hundred dollars in postage to do so. I'd given up sending Christmas cards a long time ago, reverting to e-mail for almost everything. It didn't have a personal touch but didn't take much time either. In all probability, two or three or fifteen of Brianna's slaves would be getting Christmas cards this year. Or maybe she'd just send one for the whole house. And one for Marcia and I if we were moved in by then.

I turned to Brianna and said, "I'm thinking of telling Mom the situation here, although I'll probably tone down the discipline aspects and explain more of the dominant/submission realities. She's going to realize there's something off and start asking some hard questions. I'm hoping getting the jump on the explanation and giving her some of the reasons it exists might alleviate further interrogation later. Would you have a problem with it?"

"You know your mother better than I do. My primary concern would be she wouldn't accept us as legitimate parents for the twins and raise a stink or even legal action about it."

"Well, I don't believe it would happen. She'd have to cut me out too, because I'm in the same boat, at least part time. Full time if you include your slaves. While they're not my slaves, they recognize my status as a Master around here. She already wonders why you have a bunch of employees living at your house. Other things have piqued her interest. If she didn't have it figured out by the time she left even if we don't say anything, I'd be surprised. Better to be in the position of offering explanations now instead of later. I'm going to be feeling my way along very carefully, but I don't really see any other way to proceed. How long will it be before someone slips with a stray Master or Mistress? Chantelle is the only one who might be able to avoid a slip with me because she calls me Monsieur instead of Master, but she still calls you Mistress. Marcia is used to switching back and forth because she's only a part time slave, but she's four days into her six days of slavery and she's been geared into the slavery mode. Even she could inadvertently say the wrong thing at the wrong time."

"You agree with his assessment, Marcia?" Brianna asked.

"I'm dreading it, but I think I agree with Sam. I don't think it can be covered up for more than about twenty-four hours, then somethings going to spill some beans. We're asking everyone to do something outside of our natures. I'm scared because I have a wonderful relationship with Jane and I'm afraid it will be hurt, but I don't know what else to do."

"Perhaps I was wrong to invite her here without discussing it with you first. I wanted to surprise you so much. You don't mind my being around while you tell her? Maybe help with any explanations?"

"Not at all. Maybe Monique, too. She has a unique perspective as both full time slave and wife. I may be worried about nothing. She's pretty open minded about most things. It's one of the things I appreciate most about her. It's why she likes to travel, see other cultures. I'm hoping this is another strange culture for her."

"Okay. Let's do it. If she's going to figure it out anyway, let's get it out of the way, put everything back the way it's supposed to be."

Luckily, Mom was getting out of the pool now and I handed her towel so she could dry herself off a little. I helped her to a seat amongst ours.

"The pool is so nice, Brianna. You really have a beautiful place here," Mom said. "It's going to be a good place to raise children."

"Thank you. I think so too."

"Mom, you may have noticed some unusual things around here you don't quite understand. I - we - wanted to tell you a little bit about what's going on so we could answer any questions you might have."

"Like why there are all these beautiful women living here?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, and more things also."

"Okay. I'm listening."

I looked at Marcia, Brianna and Monique to gather my courage and my thoughts, then asked her, "Are you familiar with domination and submission?"

"I've read a few things. I'm not as naive as you might think, despite my age."

"Brianna is a dominant. All of the women here except Marcia are her submissives."

"What exactly does that mean in this instance?" Mom asked.

"In Brianna's case, they are like her sex slaves, required to submit themselves to her sexually if she requests it," I replied. "Not slaves as property to be bought and sold. They are welcome to leave at any time they wish. But it is their wish and nature to be dominated and they have entered into an agreement with Brianna to dominate them. They find this agreement to be mutually beneficial. Brianna provides the support, guidance and direction her slaves respond to and they provide her with their loyalty and love."

"What exactly does this slavery consist of?" Mom asked.

"You know Brianna is a lesbian. They provide pretty much anything Brianna asks of them, from their sexuality to, say the occasional spanking or other form of mild discipline they want and need within whatever guidelines were set when they agreed to surrender their submission. It is in their nature to submit and Brianna's to dominate. A submissive tends to gravitate to the Master or Mistress who satisfies their need to submit. In all the women's cases here, that Mistress is Brianna."

"You're a submissive too, aren't you?" She asked Monique.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm not your Mistress," Mom answered.

"No, Mistress, not mine; but a Mistress if you are not a slave as we are."

"Why would you do this? Why would you want to do this?" Mom asked.

"As Master Sam stated; it's my nature to submit. In Brianna, I have found my perfect complement. She provides a safe shelter for me where I don't need to worry about the brutality or indifference of someone who does not love me, but only wishes to make use of my submission. I have a home here as long as I wish it."

"But you're married to her," she said.

"Yes, I was honored to take her hand in marriage," Monique grasped Brianna's hand as she said it, kissing it. "It was an honor any of her slaves would have been gratified to accept. Brianna would have been willing to marry any or all of her slaves if not for the laws against bigamy. At the same time as our marriage, we went through a special bonding ceremony for those who couldn't marry her."

"And you don't mind sharing Brianna with all these other women?" Mother asked.

"Not in the way you mean it," Monique explained. "There's a small, very small, amount of jealousy involved when a slave other than yourself is chosen to share her bed. As her wife, I get to spend more time there than any other. But it is her responsibility to satisfy all of her slaves needs for submission. If she does not, they will seek another dominant. But to sexually satisfy every one of her slaves would be exhausting. Therefore, we're allowed to seek dalliances and pleasure with each other as needed for our mutual satisfaction, even outside the estate. We've probably all had sexual relations with all others residing here, but Mistress Brianna is the only source of our domination. That is her responsibility to us."

"I see. So what am I missing here? I'm assuming things are different if I weren't around."

Brianna said, "A Mistress likes to enjoy the beauty of her slaves and know they are instantly available for her pleasure. My slaves would normally be naked, as would I. We have no reason to be dressed within the confines of the estate. We usually wear clothes only when it's necessary to leave, associate with people on the outside. We would be free to swim in the pool without clothing. There would likely be sex any time someone wished to engage in it. To avoid unnecessarily shocking and scandalizing you, we're choosing to dress in clothes and only engage in sex within the privacy of our bedrooms. Not much else would be different. All of my slaves work for Brianna's Baubles in one capacity or another. Some of them make jewelry, some model it for me at trade shows or conventions, others care for the house. Only the cook and groundskeepers are paid employees. Everyone else is working for our joint wealth and security."

"I appreciate you not having sex in front of me. It would likely scandalize me more than I'm willing to undergo, but if you're all comfortable with nudity in front of an outsider, I have no particular objection to all slaves going nude if they wish," Mother said.

"Thank you, Jane," Brianna said. "All slaves strip now!" In a commanding tone of voice brooking no argument. All Brianna's slaves immediately removed whatever clothing they wore, as little as it was.

Marcia looked at me, questioning. I nodded to her and she stood up and removed every strip of clothes. Mom stared at her in amazement, wondering if she was the victim of some huge and unexpected practical joke. When Marcia stood naked in all her splendid glory, her nipple piercings and labial piercing with the badge identifying her as a slave was visible to Mom. She then knelt at my feet.

"Wait! Are you one of Brianna's slaves?" Mom asked Marcia.

"No, Mistress. I am Master Sam's slave, for the next 56 hours or so. My slavery ends at 8:00 AM two days from tomorrow morning."

"What are you talking about?" She said. "You can't be a slave. You're a police officer. You're his wife. How can you be a slave and why for only the next 56 hours?"

"I can explain, Mother," I said. "You know how fat I was getting. Marcia wanted me to lose weight in the worst way. She was tired of how fat I was. She offered to be my sex slave for two days if I lost forty pounds. I had to lose twenty just to have sex with her again. It was my incentive to lose weight. When I said Marcia was offering me two days at an exclusive resort when you visited at Thanksgiving, she was offering me two days of nearly unlimited access to her body. In addition, she offered herself for an additional two days each month as long as I kept the weight off with increased incentives to keep losing weight. An extra day of servitude for each additional five pounds I lost and kept off. The sixty pounds I've lost since our agreement entitles me to six days of her slavery. She has performed almost four days and has two more to follow. It is how she's encouraged me to lose and keep off my weight. The best diet plan anyone's ever devised.

"Her first slavery was at Christmas last year. Initially, it was meant to get me sexual favors Marcia was normally unwilling to do, but I included other items of domination such as bondage, spankings, and control of her orgasms. She was required to wear bondage cuffs, a collar, to shave her pubis and the like. During those two days, we both realized we liked my domination and her submission. Because of her job and other factors, we decided it could not be permanent as it is with Brianna and her slaves. It remains temporary as we initially agreed, though I'm much more dominant and aggressive than I used to be, but her slavery has set beginnings and endings. Since your visit was a surprise, you caught her in mid-slavery. Normally we would have planned around any visit. We could have interrupted her slavery and she could have continued it after you left, but we felt if we were going to explain Brianna's situation to you, we should be honest and disclose our own."

"Let me be sure I understand," Mother said. "You did this so Sam would lose weight, and to keep it off, you do it again every month. And you enjoy this. Why?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do enjoy it. I have discovered I have submissive tendencies the same as any other self actualized sex slave. My submission is highly stimulating sexually. I have had the best sex of my life since beginning this. My Master ensures the sex is great. He demands nothing less than my full surrender to my femininity. But it's more than just the sex. I love my Master more than ever and he loves me equally well. I've never been more fulfilled as a woman and a wife. I no longer have any question of Sam's love and devotion to me so it's spiritually and emotionally appealing in addition to the sex. I prize each time I must surrender to him again to honor my agreement. They are the most rewarding times of my life."

"But your job is the complete opposite of what my son demands of you, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress. It is both the reason I cannot serve him full time and the reason I enjoy it so much when I do. I can never lose sight of who I am on the job and my responsibilities there. It's the reason I cannot submit full time. It would be too confusing while I'm working. But the job is also very demanding. It requires constant alertness, rapid life and death decisions, asserting my moral and legal authority all the time. It's tiring and exhausting to do. When I submit to Sam as his slave, I have only one function; to serve him as fully as I can. He will make all other decisions during our time together. When to eat or sleep, when to have sex, whether I get to climax and how often. I can shut off my job and let all the tension drain from my body. It's kind of like getting into a pool at the end of a long, hot day and just floating in the water. When we're done, I'm refreshed, energized and ready to face another month of danger and decisions."

"And he spanks you. This doesn't bother you? It's not painful?"

"It's painful, yes, but less so than my unarmed combat training sessions usually are, and it's either a prelude to great sex or even part of great sex. It's not uncommon for me to have an orgasm while he swats my bottom. He wants me to enjoy our time together. It keeps me coming back for more even as my submission is a reason for him to continue keeping his weight off. We both get something out of it. It's mutually beneficial. It is not uncommon for me to have dozens of orgasms each day of my slavery. If I should have to undergo a brief spanking every once in awhile, I consider the exchange well worth it."

Mom kept looking at Marcia as if she expected her to suddenly cry out she hated it and never wanted to do it again. That I made her miserable and she would be demanding a divorce. Marcia kept returning Mom's gaze cooly, calmly and smoothly.

"And Sam expects you to have sex with him anytime he wants?"

"Yes, Mistress, within the bounds of our agreement. I am willing to have sex with him here on the estate with the other slaves present because that is what slaves do. We are all subject to the same rules. He will never have sex with me anywhere where it would lead to my humiliation or arrest or jeopardize my job."

"So he could ask you to have sex with you right now in front of me and you would do it?"

"I suspect my Master would not want to have sex in front of his Mother, but if he wished it, I would do it. It's not against the rules of our agreement for him to demand it if it's not in public."

"Can I get you to stop calling me Mistress?"

"As a Mistress, it is your right to tell me whatever you wish me to call you and I'm forced to comply unless countermanded by my Master. Of course, after my slavery ends, all else goes back to the way it was before. I will call you Mom or Jane as I have always addressed you."

"Then, as a Mistress, I ask you to please call me Jane or Mom as you usually do."

"Of course, Jane. Whatever you wish."

Mom sat there thinking about everything for a time. Suddenly, she said, "Sam's father used to spank me sometimes as part of foreplay."

My jaw dropped. I was still trying to compose some semblance of a response to her pronouncement when Marcia asked, "Did you enjoy it, Jane?"

"Yes," she laughed. "I kind of did. He was never harsh or brutal. Your father was a big, strong man, and could have easily sent me into next Sunday. He spanked me gently, if that's not a total oxymoron. I was always ready for him afterwards to, you know, have me, when the spanking was done."

"You were wet, Jane," Marcia said.

"I sure was."

"Perhaps you're a little submissive yourself, Jane," mused Marcia. "Did he ever tie you up?"

"No, but he had handcuffs. He used those a couple times before we had kids. Everything gets toned down after you have children."