JULIA
Master woke me in the middle of the night to suck his cock. I was able to take all of him. Surprising to me, it was as easy as Mistress Dark made it and I somehow hadn't discovered it on my own. I lovingly suckled him, slowly and gently, rising up his shaft, circling the head with my tongue, searching for the sensitive areas. Lingering when I found them, making him moan in pleasure. Tenderly stroking his cock with my hand as I buried my mouth in his balls and licked and sucked them. I idly wondered if Master would let me shave him so the wiry pubic hairs were replaced by smooth skin.
He did not let me finish him in my mouth, instead, turning me over and spearing between my wide spread legs into my moist cunt, filling me, sharing my bottom with the plug in my rectum. It felt so good. I whimpered in the dark, knowing he was preparing me to fuck me in the ass, that eventually, he would own all of his slave, no part of me inviolate, untouched by his cock. I climaxed first, begging him to let me cum, so ready all the time since my slavery started; wanting, needy.
It hadn't only been the Slave Trainer which brought me to my current state of constant need. When Master suggested this, my libido had gone into overdrive, consumed by the imaginings of my fantasies. That I might be subservient to a strong Master, unable to hide behind the niceties of polite, formal society, but made to surrender myself fully, had driven my fervid imagination for years. The reality was living up to the dream. No polite fake orgasms would satisfy him, he wanted nothing less than my complete and total capitulation to my full sexual self. I was left panting and still he fucked me, sliding in and out while I cried out in pleasure, cumming again. Finally, he released, grunting as he strains to drive his seed as deep as he can, claiming me for himself.
When he finishes, I must clean him, tasting the fruits of our love, our passion. I fall back asleep with my head resting on his thigh, his cock now clean, ready should he need me again.
I get up in the morning, my Master gone from our bed. I stretched, feeling the pleasant soreness of the well fucked. Master was up, reading the newspaper.
"It appears a slave didn't want to wear her most concealing clothes today."
"I can still suck your cock, Master."
He glanced at his watch. "Cock sucking for clothes has to occur first thing in the morning. I'd hardly call 10:25 first thing."
"You could have woken me up, sir."
"Is it the job of the Master to wake the lazy slave to satisfy him, or the duty of the slave to please her Master when he rises."
I wasn't going to get out of this, so I conceded. "The slave should be responsible, sir." I thought a moment. "You did plan to keep a slave naked all day, didn't you?"
"Ah, apparently you forgot my parents are coming over tonight?"
"You called them and told them no more surprise visits." I almost forget, now frantic, "Master."
"It's not a surprise, slave. We've planned this for a month. It's not my fault my slave forgets her own schedule. You made the arrangements."
"Euchre," I said. "We're playing euchre tonight. Master, please, I beg of you, don't make me wear the white outfit today. It's your parents."
"Yes, it is, though I'm sure my father will enjoy seeing you wearing the white today; I'm not sure Mom will appreciate it as much."
I remembered the example he made when we discussed the rules, though then it was my parents. His would be even more humiliating.
"You're not going to spank me and use my mouth in front of your parents are you, Master?" Surely he wouldn't do anything so crude.
"You can always go nude," he suggested.
"Who do I have to fuck to get out of this, sir?"
Master laughed. "I don't see anyone around to fuck, so I don't think it will be quite that easy, slave." He paused. "I tell you what. We're still kind of getting used to the rules and how they affect us. I won't spank you and have you suck my cock in front of them. We'll do it right before they get here. I'll be using the Enforcer, so you may not be able to sit down right away, but, you still wear the white outfit. We'll explain to them what's going on so you don't look like a total slut. We'll have to explain the new furniture anyway. I doubt it will be much of an issue."
"Agreed, sir." I didn't want him to change his mind. This was still going to be embarrassing to do in front of my in-laws, but better than any alternative I'd heard yet.
"I also planned to go out to the drug store later and get some lube. Your butt plugs are getting increasingly larger and a lubricant would help. I intended you to go with me."
So not only his parents, but others would see me if I went out. The mini-skirt was so short, I usually wore white leotards with them or else my pussy could be exposed, and now I couldn't wear underwear or stockings of any kind. If I bent over in the slightest, I'd be flashing people. Fuck! Sitting down and playing cards with his folks. I'd have to be extremely careful not to flash them.
"Sir. We have Vaseline. It may not be as effective as other lubricants, but I'm sure it will do the job."
"You just want to avoid going out, don't you, slave?"
"Yes, Master," I admitted. Crossing my fingers, I thought, please don't make me go out.
"Fine, Vaseline it is. I won't make you go out today."
I breathed a sigh of relief. One catastrophe averted, though the other remained.
Master made us breakfast. Sex slaves were only good for fucking, I guess, or preparing food was the duty of a wife, not a sex slave. He fed me, sitting on his lap. When he got hard, he sat me on his prick and I rode him until his cum filled my cunt. He actually fucked me twice more that day, though I didn't get as much enjoyment from it as I had been, only cumming five times myself. I orgasmed three times when he put me on the bench with my feet up in the air, arms, legs and head secured. Too excited that time to pay attention to the nerves about the upcoming evening, I guess. The other two times I climaxed when he did. He didn't use my mouth at all except to get him hard and to clean up after myself, saving his cum for my secondary outfit.
The closer it got to their arrival, the more nervous I became. Master ordered Chinese food for supper and I had to pay the delivery man naked like I had the pizza delivery. Another restaurant which would deliver promptly in the future, I'm sure, yet I barely noticed him except for the goggle eyed stares. When we ate, I could hardly taste my food.
It was a half hour before his parents were due to arrive before Master let me satisfy him and earn my clothes. He started with my spanking, using the Enforcer and turning my bottom red. I knew it would hurt to sit down for awhile; not good if you were playing cards. It seemed to take him forever to give me the spanking and I was nervous I could finish him before his parents arrived. I desperately sucked him, using every talent, trick and skill I'd learned over the past couple days to bring him off. I could see the lights of his parents car pull into our driveway before I felt him flood my mouth with his cum.
As soon as his cock stopped pulsing, I ran into the bedroom to put on my dearly won clothes. I heard them knocking as I wiggled into my mini skirt. I tossed on my blouse and looked at the outline of my breasts, my nipples hard and poking out, my areolae dark and showing through the material. I wiped a bit of cum off the corner of my mouth, brushed my hair where Master had mussed it holding my head and went out to greet my in-laws. As I came out of the bedroom, I was tugging down my skirt to make sure it covered any naked bits.
"I'm sorry for Julia's appearance," Master said. "When I spoke to you the other night, I mentioned we were playing around a bit with some of Julia's fantasies. Julia has a fondness for a certain type of book. She likes books where the heroines are sex slaves. In order to test the reality of such an existence, Julia has agreed to be my sex slave for three weeks. Normally, her attire would not be so immodest, but she was required to do something this morning, which she failed to do, hence her dress. It would have covered more if she'd been obedient."
"Well," Scott's father, Dan, said, "I can't say I'm disappointed with her failure." I looked down in shame.
Sandra, Scott's mother, slapped his arm. "Daniel, you're speaking about our son's wife. For God's sake, have a little decency."
"She looks pretty decent to me. If Scott didn't want her dressed like this, she wouldn't be dressed like this. Isn't that right son?"
"Well," my Master said, "if one is going to play the part of a sex slave, they should look the part, shouldn't they? Slave, why don't you pour drinks for our guests. Dad, a Manhattan for you?"
"Every time."
"Martini for you, Mother?" Master asked.
"Please, dear. Thank you."
"Whiskey Sour for me, slave," Master said. "Fix yourself whatever you want."
I looked at the counters and Master hadn't taken any of the liquor down. Which meant I would have to reach into a cupboard for the liquor, which also meant my dress would rise up my ass when I reached up for the booze. Master smiled at me.
"Dad, why don't you help me set up the card table and we'll get started as soon as we get our drinks?"
At least his father wouldn't see my naked ass. As soon as they were gone, I reached for the liquor and the glasses, tugging my dress back down after I did. I started making the drinks.
"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Sandra asked.
"Fine, Mistress."
"Oh, honey; you don't have to call me Mistress."
"You're not a slave, Mistress, which means you're free, which means I would be punished if I don't treat you with the respect owed to a free woman."
"Well, free today, anyway. Not always."
I suddenly stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She smiled at me.
"You don't think you and Scott are the only ones who play these games, do you? Though with Dan and I, it's seldom longer than a day. Although, I do remember one weekend with particular fondness. We're older now and it's harder to play when you get wrinkles. We had some real good times though."
"Mrs. Rivers!"
"Don't be so shocked. We weren't always old. How do you think we stayed married so long? Had to throw a little fun and games into the mix. The question is; are you having fun? One should always have fun doing this kind of stuff. You know, how's the sex?"
"The sex has been very good, Mistress. Spectacular, really. It started even before the slavery began. Just thinking about it made me jump Master's bones every chance I got."
"There is something about surrendering one's will, isn't there? When you know you don't have to be a good girl anymore and can be as bad and sexy as you want?"
"Does Master know?"
"Scott? I don't think so, unless Dan's telling him now like I'm telling you. We didn't make a point of broadcasting it about." She touched my collar. "You're going all out. Three whole weeks. Do you think you'll be able to walk upright when you're done?"
"I'm hoping I'll be walking bow legged, Mistress."
"That a girl. Have some fun. You make a lovely slave, by the way. Scott's lucky to have you."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Master's voice called from the living room. "We're waiting for those drinks out here, slave. What's the hold up?"
"She's being polite and courteous to an old woman, son," Sandra shouted back. "Behave yourself. You're not too big to take over my knee."
"She's got you there, son," Dan said. "I wouldn't mess with her."
Sandra helped me finish mixing the drinks and carry them out. I brought Master's and Dan's drinks; Sandra brought hers and mine.
"Master," handing Dan his Manhattan. He patted me on the rump. "Good girl."
I handed Master his whiskey sour. "Master, your drink."
Sandra took a seat. Master asked. "Would you like to sit down, slave?"
"I'd prefer to stand for awhile, Master. I'm sure I'll be much more comfortable."
"Good spanking, was it?" Dan said laughing.
"Yes, Master Dan. Plus Master Scott does not allow his slave undergarments and this dress is rather short. I'd prefer not to give my in-laws pussy shots," I said, red faced.
"Scott's a smart boy," Dan said, still chuckling. "Never let a slave have her dignity. Keep 'em naked and available's what I always said."
"You didn't say it to me," Master said. "Seems like one of those things fathers and sons should have talks about."
"Nope. Didn't want you kids thinking you could treat your Mom like property. You needed to treat her like a lady. I was the only one who could look at her that way. Husband and wife games, son. You kids have no part in it. Young lady," he said to me. "Do you have to obey me as you do my son?"
Why was he asking me this question? Would I have to serve him like I did Master? I looked at Master and he shook his head, yes.
"I believe I do, Master Dan, unless he were to give me an order countermanding one you gave me."
"As much as I love a pretty pussy, I don't think you should give me pussy shots. I order you to find a big towel or blanket and put it over your legs while we play. Your modesty will be preserved and my wife won't have to take a 2x4 to my head when we get home. Go on now. We've wasted enough time dilly dallying. Time to play euchre."
Sandra blew him a kiss. Thank heavens. I'd learned two things tonight that surprised me. Dan and Sandra played the same games we were playing, and Dan was a wonderful gentleman. This evening was going to be much easier on me than I expected when I found out they were coming over. I quickly found a big bath towel and wrapped it around my waist. My torso still provided a fairly good display, but once my bottom was covered, sitting down was not a problem, despite the spanking.
We had a wonderful evening, playing cards until 11:30, switching partners every six games. Sandra won. After we'd quit cards, Master showed Dan and Sandra our bondage furniture. As he talked about it, I got the familiar tingles from imagining myself bound and helpless. Sandra noticed.
"It still gives me a little shot of adrenaline," Sandra whispered. "Wish I was a bit younger."
To the two men, she said, "Come on, Dan. Let's give these two love birds a little space. I think the slave is getting antsy."
Sandra hugged me and reminded me to have a good time. Dan hugged me and whispered, "Loved the show, sweetheart. Scott's a lucky man."
"Thank you, Master Dan. I'm a lucky slave."
Almost as soon as they were out the door, I had my clothes off and was attacking my Master. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. After replacing my butt plug with the next largest size, he pushed his cock in my cunt. I was filled like never before and I climaxed early and often as he fucked me. He went into my mouth to cum and I anxiously swallowed every drop of his delicious cum. I was becoming the perfect white silk slave.