CHAPTER 043
JULIA
"Yes, Master," I replied. I'd cum without permission and it was deserved, though I had no warning I'd cum so quickly. Marcus truly had a marvelous cock.
Master sat on the couch and had me go over his knees.
He had Sarah stand beside him so she could observe. Of course, with her standing there, she would be able to see my slutty pussy get wet as Master spanked me. Even though I'd just dried myself off with a towel getting out of the hot tub, as soon as I spread my legs, she'd be able to see how wet I was becoming. When did my punishments start to excite me so?
"My goodness," Sarah said. "Her anus is already closed. After the way she was just fucked in the ass with that giant cock; I thought for sure it would still be gapping."
"Oh, no," Master replied. "It's an amazingly resilient piece of apparatus. I'm sure it was closed before she sat down for supper. Spread your legs slave."
I parted my legs and she exclaimed, "Is Julia aroused right now?"
Of course I was. "Touch her and see," Master said.
A soft, feminine finger glided along my slit. I moaned. "She's soaking," Sarah said. Her finger left, leaving me bereft. Of course I was. I was a sex slave.
"There's a process I went through when I first started," Master said. "I would first strike myself to get a feeling for how hard I was hitting, how strong I was. I've done this enough times, I no longer have to do that. I've got a very good feeling now for how hard I might strike my slave without doing actual physical harm to her. One of the things Mistress Dark taught me is how endorphins released by sexual gratification allow the slave to tolerate more pain. When I first began, I would usually give her an orgasm halfway through to let me continue without it hurting too much. As she's gotten more immersed in her slavery, I often find she'll cum on her own as she's punished. It's become more noticeable."
"Really, she'll cum while she's being spanked?"
"A few times now," Master replied. "Once I was punishing her with a paddle when a delivery person arrived. I made her get up and answer the door. She was crying and the delivery man asked her what was wrong and she explained she was being punished and asked him to touch her ass and see how warm it was. Then I invited him in to witness the balance of her punishment, about eight or nine strokes with the paddle. Of course he stood close to witness it and I pointed out to him how wet her cunt was. I gave her all but the last stroke and told him to touch her. As soon as he did, she climaxed. Since I didn't say anything to stop him, he pushed his fingers in her and finger fucked her. She climaxed several times while he did it, even though it was only a few minutes. Now in that instance, I'm sure it was a combination of her spanking, having it witnessed by a complete stranger while she was naked over my lap, and the first time some man other than myself had touched her intimately since our marriage which caused her to be so aroused she came that easily and quickly."
I remembered. I'm sure Master was right. The entire incident was etched permanently in my mind. My shame at being seen, the humiliation of being punished in front of someone else. Now he was going to punish me in front of Sarah, and I was so fucking aroused, I'm sure my clit was poking out. My nipples ached from their hardness.
"Keep count for me, slave," Master said.
"Yes, Master." His hand came down. Smack. I felt the warmth start under his hand and slowly spread. I counted. Smack, another on the other side. Smack; evenly paced warmth spreading out from the points of contact, approaching my already heated cunt. Smack, smack, smack, counting each time, my bottom glowing, becoming redder with each swat of my Master's hand. Smack, ensuring his slave remained the obedient slut he wanted. Smack, smack, smack. I'm still counting, mindless. The actual number irrelevant; I'd keep counting as long as he kept swatting. I felt the tension rising, the wave starting to roll in, to crest.
"Master, may your slave cum," I asked, knowing Sarah was going to see me cum while Master spanked his slave. The orgasms of slaves are common things. I'd already cum multiple times as she witnessed my pleasure, but somehow cumming while punished was worse. That a slave would orgasm while her bottom was turned red more wrong than cumming while fucked in the ass or cunt. Everyone can cum from that.
"You may cum," he said, and I felt the rush of warmth spread, flowing out, the palpitations of my pussy, fluttering in front of their eyes. Master waited for it to roll over me, for my trembling to cease, before continuing my spanking. Finally, it ended.
"I doubted you were telling the truth when you told me she'd climaxed while being punished, yet I've seen it with my own eyes. Amazing."
"I think it's time to retire," Master said. "Would you like to take a slave to bed, to keep you company tonight."
"It's very tempting," Sarah said. "I think I will."
"Which one would you like?" Master asked.
Pick Lisa, pick Lisa, I thought, my fingers crossed. I want to feel a cock in my cunt tonight and Sarah was reluctant to pleasure us.
"I'd like your wife, please." My heart sank.
"You will treat Sarah with the utmost of attention and obey her in all things," Master said. "She's a guest in our home."
"Yes, Master, of course." I will end up licking her cunt all night long and fortunate if she lets me masturbate once.
I knelt at her feet. "Whatever Mistress desires of me."
She pulled me to my feet. "Go brush your teeth, then return and lead the way to my bedroom," Sarah said. Was it because she didn't remember the way to her room or so she could observe my red bottom waggling in front of her. I did as she asked, washing the spicy seasoning from my mouth so I could pleasure her without problems. Master and Lisa were already in the shower, cleaning up. The hot tub had done a nice job of refreshing us, but Master enjoyed a clean slave.
Lisa got to have Master's cock tonight. I suppose I should not resent her his cock after I had both Master and Marcus earlier while she licked Sarah's cunt over and over. Sarah was sitting back on the couch when I returned. I took her hand and led her to her bedroom. Except for the near empty knapsack sitting in the corner, there wasn't much in the room. I turned down the bed and invited her to lie down.
"Let's take a shower," she said. "I've been on the trail for several weeks and don't feel as clean as I'd like to be."
"Of course, Mistress." She'd showered previously, reducing her body hair which I appreciated. Still, she might still desire another shower where a slave was washing her. I would. We had no clothes; there was nothing to remove. We went into her bathroom and I turned on the shower, finding the right temperature. When the temperature was right, I invited her in and washed her. Sarah was strong looking and I didn't believe her looks deceived. Her thighs and calves were muscular and solid, her waist somewhat thick, but with a flat, tight, stomach. Her breasts were high and her nipples thick and long. I hoped I'd get to suck them later as a change of pace. She'd carried a heavy pack for several hundred miles so I knew her arms, shoulders and back were strong as well.
My soapy hands moved all over her body, caressing every part of her. She enjoyed my attentions and climaxed when I was washing her cunt and ass. I even washed her hair, running my fingers through the wet strands and massaging her scalp. When she was as clean as I could make her, I quickly washed myself, especially the sex stink, though I imagined we'd be smelling it again soon. I dried her before I dried myself.
"I could get used to this very easily," Sarah said.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied. I had. It had only taken a couple days of slavery for me to be fully immersed in it; unable to think of my husband Scott as any more than my Master. The same for him. If anything, it might have taken less time. By Saturday evening, he was bending me completely to his will. She brushed her teeth as well, then I took her to her bed and she lay down and spread her legs.
"Pleasure me. I want you to seduce me again."
I'd been well trained to seduce, tease and please a woman. Mistress Dark had ensured I could do so. I put every ounce of talent into pleasuring Sarah. If I made her cum enough, perhaps she'd let me cum, or at least sleep without interruption. From the soles of her trail hardened feet to the soft, short hairs at the nape of her neck, I kissed and loved her body. Licking and kissing and running my lips lightly over her soft skin, I brought her to four orgasms, even running my tongue over the crinkled sphincter of her ass since I knew she was sparkling clean. My face was drenched in her fluids when she finally stopped me.
"You are so good at that," Sarah said. "It's hard to believe it was two weeks ago when you first started."
"Thank you, Mistress, for finding I give you pleasure."
Sarah pulled me up from her crotch. "Your face is very messy, slave," she said.
"Yes, Mistress. You orgasmed hard and often."
"You know, I've never even kissed a girl. Did you know that?"
"No, Mistress. It's not been discussed."
"What's it like? Do you enjoy it?"
"Kissing girls might be the only thing I like better about women, Mistress. Their lips are so soft compared to a mans. Perhaps the lipsticks and moisturizers we use."
"Kiss me, slave."
"I've got your cum all over my face, Miss."
"I don't care, kiss me anyway."
So I kissed her and kissing her was as nice as kissing Lisa, her lips soft and inviting. She even licked some of her cum off my face.
"My cum is sweeter than I thought," Sarah said, licking my face.
"I find a woman's cum becomes sweeter, the more she cums, Mistress."
"Would you like to orgasm now, slave?"
"Very much, Mistress."
"Can I be completely honest with you, slave."
"Of course, Mistress."
"I want to see your Master punish you with the paddle and the whip, so I'm not going to give you permission to cum, although I suspect you'll orgasm often."
"I understand, Mistress, but Master believes the Master or Mistress in charge of the slave should administer the punishment when a slave is disobedient."
"You mean I would be the one punishing you if you cum without permission?"
"Yes, Mistress. When Lisa climaxed without Jerry's permission, he was the one who punished her, though Master watched to ensure it was done according to his specifications. He does not want us injured nor permanently marked."
"I would spank you, paddle you and whip you?"
"Yes, Mistress." I did not feel her questions boded well for this slave.
"This just got a whole lot more interesting," Sarah said.
"If I may be so bold, Mistress. Sometimes being made to hold one's orgasm is both worse and better than the punishment itself. If you would give this slave permission to cum. I will tell Master that I climaxed without permission."
"How is it both better and worse?" Sarah asked.
"Having to keep from having an orgasm is terrible. The pressure keeps building up and building up until you want to scream. It's what makes the Slave Trainer so effective. It won't let you cum. It suppresses it. When you're finally allowed to cum, the relief is so great, the orgasms tend to be longer and stronger and sometimes, multiple. So the waiting is worse, but the orgasm is better. I'm used to punishments now. You saw how I climaxed while being spanked, so it's worse because I have to delay and better because it's more powerful. May I demonstrate on you, Mistress?"
"Please."
"Remember, your goal is to resist your orgasm as long as you're able. No matter what I do to you, resist cumming as long as possible. Strain to your utmost. I want you to beg me to cum, so I know how close you are, but I won't let you and you must keep resisting until you absolutely cannot hold it anymore. Do you understand, Mistress?"
"Yes, of course."
So I began a new seduction, kissing her while my hand stroked her thighs and mons, especially her sensitive inner thighs. Her legs drew farther apart. I trailed my lips down her body while my hand drew closer to her mons. I kissed and suckled her nipples as I stroked the bottom of her cleft, and insinuated a finger in her anus. She was panting hard by now.
"It feels so good," she moaned. I didn't respond except with my actions. My mouth drifted further south and I licked her belly button and the top of her mons where her hair sprouted. First one finger, then two slid into her slick slit. I found her g-spot and lightly scraped a finger nail over the rough ridges.
"Please let me cum," Sarah whimpered.
"Not yet, Mistress. You can hold out longer."
Her belly was rising and falling rapidly as she panted, tiny ripples of the muscles underlying the skin. It was time to step it up. My mouth went over her cleft and licked up from my fingers to where her clit was starting to peek out. She moaned again.
"Not yet, Mistress, hold it."
I began nibbling her folds, interspersed with my tongue gathering the fluids leaking from her pussy. The ripples on her stomach increased and her toes were curling and leg muscles flexing.
"Oh, God, I don't know if I can hold it any longer," she said.
"You must. You don't have permission yet, Mistress."
I hit her with the p��ece de r��sistance. I pushed a third finger into her cunt, my little finger into her ass and sucked fiercely on her clitoris. Sarah exploded, screaming loudly enough to wake the house and she did something I'd heard of, but never witnessed. She squirted. At first I thought it was pee, and she no longer had control of her bladder, but it wasn't urine. Didn't smell like it and certainly didn't taste as I expected urine would taste. It was just an incredible amount of the same stuff I'd been licking from her cunt. She drenched my face and the sheets.
Sarah was immediately apologetic. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I've never done anything like that before. Oh, my God."
"It's all right, Mistress. I'm guessing it was an immensely powerful orgasm."
"Unbelievable," she said. "I'm still shaking. I'm so sorry. You're wet, the bed is wet."
Since the sheets were already wet, I wiped my face, shoulders and chest off, removing her cum.
"We can change the bed, Mistress" I said. "I've wiped myself off. Perhaps now you recognize a little of the plight of the sex slave. We must surrender fully. Our bodies are not our own. Our orgasms are not our own. They are controlled by our Master. If you get up, I'll change the sheets for us."
She got up and I took the sheets of the bed. Sarah was still shaking. I found more sheets in the linen closet and brought them into the bedroom. Sarah had calmed down some; the trembling not so bad. She helped me replace the linens, including the pillow cases so they matched the rest. We got back into bed.
"I want to watch you masturbate. I want to see what you do to cum."
"Yes, Mistress."
I started touching myself, playing with my breasts with my left hand while my right crept down between my legs and began stroking my cleft, paying attention to my clit, hard and demanding little thing that it was. She watched me as I climaxed, moaning. I was oddly aroused by her close scrutiny.
"Again," Sarah whispered. I had no objection. I could do this all night.
This time, as I stroked myself, her hand went over mine, following my motions, holding me. When I orgasmed, her hand got as wet as mine.
"Again," she said, and she licked and sucked my breasts as our entwined fingers caressed me.
"Your nipples are so big, so long," Sarah whispered against them.
"And so sensitive, Mistress," I whimpered. I climaxed again.
"Now, let me," Sarah whispered in my ear and I withdrew my hand and her own was the only hand caressing me, her hand on and in my cunt, her tongue on my breasts and I gasped when she made me cum. I stroked her hair, her face, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.
"I want to taste you now, slave, while you taste me. Make me cum again."
"Yes, Mistress."
She climbed over me and her cunt settled over my face and she made me cum three more times. Her lack of skill and practice made up for by her enthusiasm and delight. I made her cum five times. We lay quietly, exhausted, before I got out of bed, grabbed a towel, returned and gently wiped our faces.
She curled up against me and whispered, "God help me. I'm beginning to think I'm queer."
I laughed. "Here's the test, Mistress. I want you to picture Marcus's cock tonight. That big slab of meat, long and thick, a truly spectacular cock. Now. Imagine that cock in your cunt, pushing its way in, burying itself deep inside you, pumping, turning your pussy to mush. Is that image firmly within your mind."
"Oh, yes," she moaned and her hips twitched as if she could feel it.
"Now do you want, that, or my tongue on you one more time."
"Please, give me the cock."
"You're not queer, Mistress. You're simply appreciating the perspective of taking your pleasure where you can get it, and tonight it was me. You've experienced the dilemma of the sex slave. I'm so fucking horny all the time and I need to cum and sometimes, a woman is all I have, like you tonight. I'm sorry Master won't fuck you, but we do have some spectacular cocks coming over on Monday. Jerry is maybe the longest, not quite Marcus territory, but slightly longer than Master, and fatter too. He's black and a good looking stud."
"He's the one who punished Lisa?"
"Yes. Master invited him for supper one evening to thank him for helping out at work when my slavery started so Master could spend more time with me. Master offered him one of his slaves for the evening and he took Lisa, I think because he felt weird about taking Master's wife, but he fucked me our last poker game."
"Like I was offered you," Sarah said, holding my hand.
"Yes, Mistress. I regret to say I felt bad you chose me because I thought I wouldn't cum at all this evening. I wished Lisa to have you, even though she hasn't had any cock since lunch. Really, it was her turn with Master anyway, but I wanted so bad to cum tonight, so I'm extremely thankful you were willing to play together."
"Scott told me before he called you in for your punishment that he was going to offer me one of you. He said it was important to him that his slaves enjoy their slavery as much as he or I did. He said it didn't make any difference how I arranged for your pleasure, but to ensure you had some. I admit to being scared to be with another woman. I don't know why. Afraid I might like it and it would mean something other than you say it does. I'm not sure. It was selfish to ignore your pleasure and I'm sorry I did earlier, but I didn't know how. I thought I'd have to do the same thing you did, and I wasn't ready. Even tonight, I had to slowly work up to it, but you made it easier for me, and I thank you. I hope I did right by you."
"Oh, Mistress. I enjoyed every moment. I knew you didn't really want to fully reciprocate, but you made an effort and did all you could to make me feel good. I'm happy now you picked me. It was wonderful."
"Thank you. So tell me more about these men on Monday."
"After the poker game, Jerry purchased my cunt, Master my ass and Ron was in my mouth. My first triple penetration. It was extraordinary. Ron is Regina's husband. He has an average cock and he was so horny he climaxed within four minutes in my mouth. Thankfully, Master and Jerry lasted much longer and turned my pussy and ass to jelly."
"You had a foursome?"
"Airtight, Mistress. That was me as long as Ron lasted. I think he came so quickly because Regina cock blocked him and he'd only cum once all night. Then we have Rob and Edward Strong, twins, and I'm referring to their cocks as well. They're the thickest of the group. As fat as Marcus is, though not as long. Chen is maybe six inches long, on the thinner side, but he gets erections so quickly and recovers fast after cumming. I'd be willing to bet he could fuck you four times in an hour. Regina brought a vibrating strap-on and she purchased Gwen's ass and Lisa's mouth. Gwen came hard when she fucked her ass. Regina was the big winner. She could have purchased my ass and mouth both, she had that much money left, but instead, I got my first triple."
"What about your parents. Your Master told me they're all coming over too. Do you think you might be having sex with them?"
"I hope not, Mistress. I couldn't bear the thought of serving my family. It's too horrible to contemplate."
"What do you do? Call time and give up the slavery?"
"I pray it doesn't come down to that, Mistress. I've loved my slavery more than I ever thought possible. I don't want to give up a minute of it, but incest; I could never do it. I'm going to feel extremely humiliated just being naked in front of them."
"So you think I'd be able to fuck one of the guys?"
"I'm sure you could, Mistress. Even if you're not a slave, there will be time before the poker starts where someone would be available. I'd stay away from Ron, the married guy. There seemed to be a lot of tension between him and Regina. It doesn't look promising for their marriage, but there are four extremely eligible men you could fuck without question. Hell, it sounds like my Dad and Lisa's are both fair game too, as surprising as it is to hear me say that."
"How would you feel if I fucked your father?"
"It sounds like Master is going to let them fuck someone. Why not you, Mistress? I've fucked you."
"Yes, you certainly have, and all this talk of fucking and nice big cocks has made me horny again. Would you mind if we...?"
"Not at all, Mistress. I'm ready to cum again, too. What would you like me to do?"
"Could you get in a sixty-nine with me again?"
"You're the Mistress. I'm at your disposal. Just tell me what to do."
"I want you to sit on my face and then start licking my cunt. And make me beg to cum again."
I laughed. "Your wish is my command, Mistress, but I must warn you that I don't have any more sheets for this bed until I do laundry, so if you squirt again, we're going to be sleeping in your cum."
"Don't make me beg as long this time then," Sarah said, smiling.
I climbed over her body and we showed each other how much we love to cum.