WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 12

"I like that idea a lot," I said, smiling.

"We don't have to do something every day. The first three things sound great. A day of general fuckery on Tuesday seems warranted."

Marcia was off the phone, so I asked her what her friend told her.

"I explained we had some nudists visiting and we hoped it wouldn't be an issue if we went to Bowman's Beach on Saturday. We'd be discrete and make sure we didn't flash any children. Would she give us a head's up if they needed to do a patrol? She laughed and said it could be arranged, but it would cost us."

"What did she want?" I asked. Marcia wasn't usually friends with officers on the edge or over the line of illegal.

"She said we had to save her the biggest, juiciest medium rare cheeseburger we had on Friday as she couldn't get to the party until seven."

I laughed. "I can promise her one, no problem."

"It's what I told her."

"What's her name?" Brianna asked. "She sounds like my kind of girl."

"Suzanne, with a Z."

Zoe interrupted us, "Mistress, may this slave get in the pool? I'm very hot and my front has been baking for some time."

I looked at Zoe and the wet spot was now big enough I'd have difficulty covering it with my hand. It looked like she'd cum multiple times since the butterfly was placed in her.

"You may get in the pool," Brianna said, "and lie on your stomach when you get out, though you must still leave your legs parted."

"Yes, Mistress." Zoe got up and dropped into the pool, completely sinking out of sight for a moment before her head bobbed up. She looked as if she was having another orgasm. She really needed to learn to moderate her facial expressions. At least all of her suit would be wet when she got out of the pool and it would be less embarrassing until the rest of the suit started drying out. Marcia also got in the pool and Chantelle and Riyuki both followed shortly after. It was hot. I'd probably get in myself soon.

"Is Zoe really so bad to the other slaves?" I whispered to Brianna. "I'd be surprised if she was."

"She's not totally bitchy," Brianna replied, low voiced, "but she can get somewhat bratty. She expected both Chantelle and Riyuki to do something for her this morning. It wasn't her place to ask. Chantelle will get her to back up if she's not in the mood, but some of the other junior slaves have trouble saying no, including Riyuki. Lucia had the same difficulty saying no, but she's out of bounds right now and Zoe knows and respects it. I sometimes believe she does it for the same reason Chantelle will sometimes do things, to receive a moderate punishment, so in a way, I'm doing what she wants, though she didn't expect the punishment I imposed. It's been quite humiliating for her. She'll enjoy the spanking later which will be her reward for suffering the indignity of cumming in public."

"I see Chantelle isn't wearing a chastity belt any longer."

"We removed it so she could fly on the plane. The last few days, we've allowed her to cum again, though only once each day. She's quite frustrated."

"You're not going to hold her to it for the balance of your trip are you? I don't want to be concerned about holding off with her."

Brianna laughed. "You dog. You planning on slipping it to Chantelle this trip?"

"Marcia and I both. You did say she's coming to help with our party. We've no other place for her to sleep other than our bed. I can't imagine trying to limit her orgasms to one. It would be easier to give her none."

"No, I'm removing her restrictions today," Brianna said, smiling. "She doesn't know it yet."

"I've got to cool down some, too. I'm going to get in the pool."

"I'll keep an eye on the twins."

I dropped into the pool to get cool. I kissed Marcia, standing behind her and holding her around the waist.

"Are you having a good time, Marcia?"

"I am having a good time. It's good to see everyone again," she replied.

"I have some things planned for you tonight."

"Will I enjoy them?" Marcia asked.

"I'm sure you will."

"Will I cum?"

"I'm sure you'll cum a lot."

"Mmmm. I'm starting to get wet and I'm not talking about the pool."

"Good. I'm going to talk to Zoe for a moment."

"I wish to speak to Brianna."

Marcia got out of the pool and joined Brianna. Brianna helped her renew the sunscreen which might have washed off in the pool. I saw them talking as Brianna spread the lotion.

"Zoe, how many time have you cum?" I asked.

"I don't know, Master. I haven't been keeping track. Multiple times."

"Have you been humiliated by your experience?"

"Yes, Master."

"Why have you done what you've done? Do you feel you're better than the other slaves?"

"No, Master, I don't."

"What is it then? You can tell me. Perhaps I can help."

"It feels petty and childish. I'm an adult. I shouldn't feel this way."

"People don't have control over what they feel. They feel something or they don't. It doesn't matter if they're adults or not. Something that makes you happy might make me feel sad, or angry, or frustrated. Forget about what you should feel, tell me how you do feel."

Zoe looked down despondently. "Everything has changed. Mistress has children now and less time to spend with her slaves. She's married Monique, whom I love dearly, but Monique takes more of her time now, especially as she is pregnant, as are Adele and Ingrid. They're getting more attention because they are, whereas I am not. Even Lucia gets more attention now because of her problems. It's not her fault. I would be devastated if the same thing happened to me. I wouldn't trade places with her for anything, but I'm feeling squeezed out of Mistress's life. It makes me feel stupid because I'm happy she could have children, that more of us might have children, but I miss the past."

"I see. Change is hard, isn't it."

"It is, Master. You have your slave and she loves you dearly as you love her. Nothing is changing in her life, nor yours."

"Think about what you're saying, Zoe, for just a moment. Two years ago, Marcia had an overweight husband who was probably going to die of a heart attack by 60 because he was in horrible shape. She challenged me to change. As a result of those changes, our life has altered dramatically. From her serving several days of servitude each month, to accepting other people into our marital bed, to allowing other women to have children with her husband, including yourself, if you should get pregnant, and the list goes on. She's leaving a place she's loved and a job where she's a known commodity, to moving across the country, and taking a new job for which she has to go to school again. She is now giving up a part of her husband so he can be a father to children another woman has borne, to possibly other children which may stretch him thinner yet. Changes are huge in both our lives. You might not see it because we somehow still manage to pay attention to each other and love each other, but it's affecting us greatly. To expect things to remain static is unrealistic, though I fully understand your frustration with it, and believe it's not unreasonable to feel sad about it.

"It is unlikely it will ever go back to what it was before. In fact, it's increasingly likely to change more than to become more like it was. I think it becomes necessary to embrace the changes. It's what Marcia and I have been able to do; not turn back the clock to the way it was in the past, but look forward to what it could become. We get to share in the joy of parenting. We get to make and become closer to new friends. We get to accept challenges of new careers, make a new house a home. If we can't go back, move forward with anticipation for the good which we might achieve."

"I wasn't thinking how much your lives have changed. It was rather foolish to think so, wasn't it."

"A little naive. So you might be losing a bit of your Mistress, and in the process, a bit of your slavery as well. Perhaps you will have to look to another Mistress if this one cannot afford you the time she once did, or more likely, you become accustomed to less time and authority and accept the new normal. Perhaps you have children of your own who take up your time to the point you don't miss what you lost, or develop friendships and relationships with others whom might fill in some of the needs and spaces created by the new realities.

"Chantelle felt much the same as you did, which got her into a spot of trouble. I told her what I'm going to tell you. Some of the things you miss from your Mistress, I might be able to provide you, with her permission. If you feel a need to be punished, you may ask me. I will assist you with that need. I cannot help you with sex, other than to help conceive a child, even if you wanted it from me, which I suspect you don't. I don't believe you're a bisexual as Chantelle is. It wouldn't be fair to my wife. Nor will Marcia be regularly available to satisfy womanly cravings. While she is in slavery mode, I may require her to be with other women, but only then. We are unwilling to make regular, new additions, to our sex life. We won't share any more women. I will be with you for one thing, she may be for another, but never both of us at once and never me except for procreation. That is the line we're no longer willing to cross. In our house in LA, we will no longer share our bed. It will remain ours and ours alone. If we choose to spend time with others, it will be in a different bed."

"I understand your rules and believe they will be good for you."

"Rather than act in a manner contrary to what your Mistress desires, speak of your needs; to your Mistress, to Monique, to Adele or even to Marcia and myself. Marcia is only a slave limited days of the month. She remains a Mistress the rest of the time. Perhaps she can relate to your tribulations, being on both ends of the spectrum each month. I do not wish to impose on your life if you don't wish it. If you should choose to get pregnant in some other way, it's fine with me, or if you don't want to be pregnant at all. If you don't want me to punish you, it's okay. You already have a Mistress and I'm not trying to replace her. I don't want to replace her. One part time slave is enough for me considering all I have to be grateful for. But you may always talk to me, because for all the things I refuse to be for you, I will always be your friend. I may not have the answers you seek, perhaps no one does, but I may be able to assist. It's not necessary to misbehave to get attention. Can you accept my friendship?"

"Yes, Master. I can accept your friendship."

"I know part of the reason why you're on this trip. I suspect for you, it's as much to have more time with your Mistress with fewer distractions than anything else, but your Mistress brought you because you're still expressing a desire to have children with me. You should think it over carefully and determine if it's what you really want. Do you really want a child? Are you hoping it increases the attention you receive from your Mistress? Are you doing it because everyone else seems to want children? Will it help ease some of the loneliness you feel from the new order of things? Have a child for the right reasons, Zoe. Your child should know they are truly what you desired. I'm willing to accept whatever decision you make and won't be offended by it, but make it for yourself because it's what you want. You don't have to decide this instant. You're still young, and healthy and can defer having children until you're certain. Is this okay with you?"

"Yes, Master."

"I can speak to Brianna about turning off the butterfly. You will probably need to keep it on until we get back to the room, but you need not be humiliated more. It's up to you."

"I would appreciate it, Master."

"Very well. Tell your Mistress I would like to speak to her if she'd join me in the pool."

"Yes, Master."

Zoe got out and spoke briefly to Brianna. Brianna got up and came to the edge of the pool. Zoe remembered her previous instructions and lay down on her stomach with her legs parted. Marcia was lying on her stomach with her bra strings untied and Chantelle was putting more sunscreen on her back.

"How can I help you, Sam?"

"If it's not a great imposition, I would plead with you to turn Zoe's butterfly off."

"Is that what you were talking about?"

"No, we were speaking of the causes for her disobedience and in the process, I said I would speak to you about it. I believe she's suffered sufficient humiliation for the moment. I believe Zoe is suffering from the same thing Chantelle and possibly others are suffering from; change. There's a lot of it going on and it's resulted in some of the slaves feeling bereft of your attention, whether sexual or disciplinary. The change has become more pronounced since your marriage to Monique, the birth of our children, the pregnancies of some of the other slaves and even the problems Lucia is going through. Zoe is not receiving what she previously received from you and I think it's affecting her as it's affected others. I'm not even sure she wants to be pregnant. It may be another attempt to receive more attention from her Mistress. Even a man moving onto your property could be undesired change. I believe Zoe realizes it can never go back to the way it was before, but she misses it and until she comes to grips with it, has been acting out. It's why I said I would speak to you."

"Does she want to leave?" Brianna asked.

"I sincerely doubt it," I responded, "although if she can't accept the new reality, it could occur in the future. She's distressed is all. I told her she should attempt to embrace the new things happening if she can, because change is inevitable. Until she figures it out for herself, I told her she didn't have to get pregnant, which she may be doing for all the wrong reasons. I suspect by coming here with so few people, she hoped to get more of your attention, which worked out badly because of the way she sought it. I said she needed to make sure she speaks to you of her needs and wants, as well as Monique and Adele, because they are your right and left hands. I also said she could speak to Marcia or myself if it was something we could provide, although our assistance would be limited by both your status and our own unwillingness to further complicate our own lives. I pointed out Marcia and I are undergoing even more change than she's had to endure. I hope she'll speak to you when she gets the chance, both to apologize for her behavior, and to fully express her problems."

"What made you speak about it with her?"

"I did not think Zoe was the type to hold herself above others under normal circumstances, so I wondered why."

"Why didn't I think to ask her?" Brianna wondered out loud.

"You're busy," I said. "You're married, raising children, growing your business, concerned about Lucia. Unless someone speaks to you about it, are you to guess what's going on in their heads? I'm in a momentary eye of the hurricane in my own life. My house is sold, I can't do much more until the movers come. My only concern at the moment is planning a small party which you're providing Chantelle's help to plan and prepare. I have two minutes to rub together. The faults as much Zoe's as yours. She is a grown, educated woman who has the ability to express herself. She's just not used to having to do so, anymore than you're used to all the changes you're going through. I believe it will work itself out, and she probably does deserve and want to be punished, but I think she's suffered enough humiliation today. It's your decision, but I said I'd speak to you and now I have."

Brianna slipped into the water and hugged me. "No wonder Marcia adores you. It's too bad you're not a girl."

"I'm pretty happy to be a guy," I said, hugging her back. "Otherwise, how would we have two beautiful children together."

"I don't know, it's a puzzle. I'll turn it off."

"Chantelle," I called, "can you come here a second?"

She came to the edge of the pool. "Oui, monsieur."

"The remote for Zoe's butterfly is...?" I pointed to Brianna.

"In the diaper bag, side pocket," Brianna said.

"Could you be a dear and turn it off for now."

Chantelle looked at Brianna who responded "yes" to her unasked question. "Please turn it off, and tell Zoe all restrictions are removed for now."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Thank you," I said, both to Chantelle and Brianna.

Brianna kissed me. "And thank you for looking out for me and my slaves."

"You're welcome."

"Why don't you stay in the water a moment and cool off. You don't need to cook yourself. I've been in the pool long enough." I kissed her again and climbed out.

Walking to my seat, I picked up a towel and dried off. Sitting down, I started spreading sunscreen on my legs and stomach.

Chantelle came to me and asked, "Can I help you with your lotion, Monsieur?"

"If you give me a moment, I'll let you do my back."

"Oui, Monsieur."

She waited patiently for me to do my front, and when I'd finished and put the towel down on the lounge to lie down on my stomach, she spread lotion on my legs, back, neck and arms. She finished and I thanked her.

Reaching for Marcia's hand, I asked, "How are you doing, my love?"

"Most excellent. We haven't had much time to lie around and do nothing for the last month, have we? Even the last couple days you've kept me quite busy."

"No, not much time at all. This is the laziest afternoon, I can remember for awhile."

"I love you," Marcia said, "more than you'll ever know."

"I love you more."

"Not possible, Sam."

"I love you a bushel and a peck," I responded. "That's a whole bunch."

"I agree. A bushel and a peck is a bunch. But I love you a bushel and a peck and you can add another cup right to the top of it, so I win."

"By golly, you're right. You do love me more."

"And don't you forget it." She squeezed my hand.

I felt a hand reach for my other hand on the opposite side and squeeze it. I turned to look and Zoe was holding it.

"Thank you, Master Sam," she whispered.

"You're welcome, Zoe." I squeezed back.

I don't know what it looked like; this guy lying between two beautiful women holding each of their hands, but I didn't give a shit. I was content. We stayed at the pool for another sixty minutes or so, then the heat started getting to all of us and the twins woke up hungry so we returned to Brianna's suite. We all removed our suits. Brianna turned on Zoe's butterfly again and had Zoe service her while she started feeding Sarah.

I told Marcia to shower the suntan lotion off. Riyuki and Chantelle joined her in the shower. I could hear them laughing and giggling in the shower. I went into our beach bag and got some of the items I'd brought and set it up in the Master bedroom. When Marcia and the girls got out of the shower, they came into the bedroom and saw what I'd set up. Marcia came to an abrupt stop and smiled at me.

"On the bed, little slave," I ordered.

"Yes, Master. Should I lie down face up or face down?"

"Face up. Others will have need of your mouth."

Marcia obediently lay on the bed with her arms and legs spread out and I secured her wrists and ankles to the restraints I'd added to the bed. When she was fastened, Riyuki, Chantelle and I looked at her spread on the king sized bed, watching her pussy start to unfold and moisten. My cock started to rise as well.

I put my arms around Chantelle and Riyuki and pulled them close.

"My slave is available for your use. You may use her however you wish. I have only two commands for you. You are not to release her unless she needs to use the bathroom, after which she's to be immediately bound again, and you make her cum often. If the others wish to use her, inform them of my rules, including your Mistress. Oh, and Chantelle, your Mistress is removing all your restrictions. Do you agree?"