SCOTT
The next day, I decided to try the opposite of orgasm denial. Since my slave was becoming so orgasmic and having difficulty with cumming despite being told she couldn't, why not go in the opposite direction with unlimited orgasms without being given a moment to rest. I had two Slave Trainers, so keeping one of them inside her indefinitely was no issue, and I had two other holes to use now.
We'd gone to bed relatively early last night and Julia was able to get up with me and earn her clothes for the day. At least we'd be able to go out in public. Doing so while she was having orgasm after orgasm might be fun. The thought of it stirred my libido and I sent quite a river of cum into her mouth when I climaxed this morning. I decided to tell her.
"Slave, I've decided we'll try something different today."
"Yes, sir. What would my Master be contemplating."
"You said you're having difficulty restraining yourself from cumming when I tell you not to, so I've decided for today, you don't need to ask for permission, just to see how that works out for us," I said.
"Master, how wonderful."
"There is a qualification, however. Since I now have two other slave holes to use without reservation, I'm thinking you should wear a Slave Trainer all day. We have two; we can alternate between the two all day long."
"So I'm not to be allowed to climax unless you do, sir?"
"You misunderstand," I said. "We'll be turning the orgasm override off today. You may cum as often as you like, as often as the machine makes you cum."
Her facial expression quickly changed. How could it not? "With no respite?" Julia asked.
"Except for having to change from one to the other due to dead batteries or to use the bathroom; none."
"Master, I don't know if I'll be able to make it through a whole day having orgasm after orgasm. It sounds like too much."
"Let's test it out, shall we? Let's make it a little bit more sporting. Every time you give me an orgasm, we'll turn the Slave Trainer off for fifteen minutes."
"You can't orgasm as frequently as I can, sir."
You're stating the obvious. You always have the ability to use your safe word if you can't go all day long. If you use it, I'll not make you orgasm again. Though you'll still have to wear the Slave Trainer. We'll just switch it back to orgasm denial."
"That might be worse, sir."
"There's always Omega," I said. "We can always stop. You did say last night I was your Master for now, did you not? That hasn't changed yet, has it."
"No, sir. It hasn't changed."
"Good, go put it on and make sure the other one is on the charger."
"Yes, sir."
Julia didn't have a lot of bounce in her step when she left the room. Masters could be cruel sometimes. She returned five minutes later. I handed her my phone.
"Why don't you pick the vibration pattern you think you'll be able to tolerate the easiest while you're wearing it."
She turned it on and began going through each of the many different patterns available. She tried each one for about thirty seconds, cumming once during the testing process. My phone dinged. We'd be able to tell how many times she climaxed today. She handed the phone back when she was done.
"This one, sir."
I looked at what she'd chosen. She picked one where the vaginal vibrations and thrusts were almost constant, but the clitoral vibrations were widely spaced and random. I could see where something buzzing on your clit all day might be a bit much.
"Right. Let's have some breakfast and go sit out by the pool for awhile. It's a beautiful sunny day and we've spent much of the last few days indoors. We could use a little sun. I'm even thinking of a walk around the neighborhood today. You earned one of your less revealing outfits today. We might walk up to the Dairy Queen for a sundae later."
"Yes, sir."
Julia almost got through breakfast prep without cumming again. I guessed maybe fifteen to twenty minutes since her last one. She had another as I fed her, and a third as we cleaned up. I was guessing they were closer together. I imagined the machine was keeping her on edge and the orgasms would start becoming more and more frequent as we went along, at least until she was able to take a break for some reason.
After breakfast, we gathered what we'd need for a leisurely few hours by the pool; water, towels, sunscreen, her lube. I certainly planned to use her again as we lounged naked in the sun. Her back door was open for business and it felt really good last night. She climaxed again, while we prepared, the phone giving me the signal even though the look on her face would have told me the same.
"Why don't you oil me up first," I suggested when we were out by the pool. "I'll do you after."
"Yes, Master."
Julia started on my back. I could feel the wetness on me whenever she rested her bottom on me. My little slave was primed. When I flipped over, I was semi-hard and she took my cock in her mouth, hoping to earn her first respite. I let her work my cock for awhile, enjoying her enhanced skills, and letting her bring me to full hardness, but I stopped her before she brought me off.
"You could orgasm now, Master," she pleaded.
"Yes," I said, "but I was thinking of cumming when I was oiling your back."
She smiled. "Of course, Master. My apologies."
She finished covering me with sunscreen and laid down on her stomach, parting her legs, giving me access.
"I'll do your front first," I said. "Business before pleasure.
She flipped over, rather despondently, I thought. While I carefully applied lotion to her front, she climaxed twice more, once when I was oiling her breasts, playing with her nipples, and again when I smoothed lotion around her mound, squirming delightfully each time.
"Flip over," I said, and she did so with much more alacrity than the first time. I took my time smoothing the lotion over her back, butt and legs. I heard my phone alert going off twice more, though she squirmed a little less. Picking up the lube, I spread some around her star and on the tip of my cock. She spread her legs wider in anticipation.
I started as slowly as I did last night. She hadn't just removed a plug and this was still new to us. I felt her climax as soon as my head popped through her sphincter, her buttocks clenching as she spasmed through another. Working my way into her gently, I rested while I filled her completely. She still had another climax, the Slave Trainer doing it's job to perfection. I could feel it vibrating away in her cunt, scant millimeters away from my cock.
"Fuck me, sir," my slave said.
Who was I to deny such a bold and pleasant request. The Trainer was pushing me to cum as well. I moved, out, then in, slamming into her cheeks.
"Ungghh," she whimpered. "More."
More I gave her. Lots more. She started screaming, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Cum in me, sir. Fuck me," loud enough to wake Lisa even if she were sleeping.
I put my hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Do you want the neighbors knowing what a slave slut you are?"
She nodded and I carefully removed my hand. She whimpered and grunted, but no more vocal outbursts of the volume she first used. Another couple minutes went by.
She told me something I already knew. "I'm cumming, Master."
"I know slave," I said. "Not only does the phone alert me, but I can feel you clamping down on my cock like a vise."
"Earthquakes, Master. Tidal waves. Cosmic fireworks. Fuck, it feels so good."
She continued to cum for a long time. Long enough for me to catch the end of her orgasm and insert my seed deep in her rectum. When she forced me out of her after, I turned off the Slave Trainer, setting my timer for fifteen minutes. She relaxed on the lounge.
I went inside and cleaned myself off. I might like to use her mouth later. I came back out and started swimming laps. The water was wonderful on my cock. It's too bad society forced the wearing of swimsuits most of the time. Going into the pool sans suit was very pleasurable. The timer on the watch went off and I swam to the side of the pool and switched the Slave Trainer back on.
"You haven't gone to any of your physical fitness classes this week," I said. "You should come into the pool and swim laps with me. A Master wouldn't want his slave to get fat and unfit."
"Under any other circumstances, I'd agree with my Master," Julia said. "I'm not sure how well I'd be able to swim while having orgasms. I might drown."
I laughed. "I doubt that, though it might interfere with your stroke. I'm in the pool, I can pull you out of the drink if you start taking on water."
She got up and walked to the edge of the pool. God, she was incredible. All women were beautiful in their own way, but my wife was something special. She walked down the steps and into the water. She came up to me and kissed me.
"How is your day of unlimited orgasms going so far?" I asked.
"It's been less bad than expected, sir. At least my clit isn't being constantly stimulated. Of course, it's only been a couple hours so far. Ask me again when it's been at least eight hours."
"Which is worse; no orgasms or unlimited?"
"Thus far, Master, no orgasms is worse. Ask me again at the end of the day."
"Of course. Shall we swim?"
Julia leaned forward and started doing a crawl. As I might have expected, movement on her part increased the frequency and strength of her orgasms. Each time she had one, her form suffered and she'd flail a little as it was going on, then start to recover and pick up her stroke. She tried different strokes and eventually determined a modified elementary back stroke with limited kicking was the least provocative of her strokes. She was able to swim for about a half hour before her Slave Trainer died. She got out of the pool to change it and when it came out of her, it was thick with her cream.
"You'd better wash it before putting it back on the charger," I said.
She disappeared for a time, longer than I thought was necessary. When she returned I asked her about it and she said she also used the bathroom. That sounded reasonable to me. She set this one to the same pattern as the other and went back to the lounge. I got out of the pool and we both put more sunscreen on each other. This time, I didn't fuck her ass, though she asked me to, wishing to be free of the Slave Trainer for another fifteen minutes.
I laid down to rest and I could occasionally hear her moaning softly as she climaxed. Listening to my slave cum was stimulating to me and just before lunch, I used her mouth and when I'd cum, let her rest for another fifteen minutes. I went to the kitchen and got some sandwiches and more water and returned to the pool just as my alarm went off again. I turned it on and she moaned, more from disappointment than pleasure at this point.
After eating, I said we should go out for a walk and get our ice cream. "Put on the sundress you earned today," I said. "The other Slave Trainer has charged long enough. Don't forget to bring it. We wouldn't want to be running out of juice without having a replacement available, would we?"
"No, Master," Julia replied, though I could tell she would have been perfectly happy if the battery died while we were walking. Her face gave her away.
She put on her sun dress which was brief on top with her lovely erect nipples poking out of the thin fabric. It was also short, a little longer than a mini dress. It wouldn't show anything if she didn't bend over or a stiff breeze didn't blow it up. I stuffed a few paper towels and the spare Trainer in a shopping bag which I carried. The Dairy Queen was about six blocks away. We walked past Lisa's and she was in a bikini mowing her front lawn. She looked good, nearly as good as my slave. We stopped to talk to her for a few minutes. She turned off the mower and came up to us on the sidewalk.
"How are you doing, Julia?" She asked.
"I'm doing fine," Julia replied.
"I could tell," Lisa said. "That was quite the shout you gave earlier. I was out by my pool when I heard you scream." Julia blushed. "It's why I'm out here mowing. Had to work off a little of my frustration."
"I wondered why you didn't get a mowing service," I said.
"Jack isn't going to pay for it. It comes out of my alimony check, and I can always use the exercise. It comes in handy on days like today so I can work myself to exhaustion. Julia, are you cumming right now?"
I'd gotten another alert on my phone, so I knew she was. Julia was trying to hide it as best she could, but both of us knew her too well for us to be oblivious to her status.
"Yes," Julia admitted. "Master has the Slave Trainer inside me and he's giving me unlimited orgasms for the day."
"How many have you had so far?" Lisa asked.
"I don't know. I've lost count."
I glanced at the app. "Twenty-seven so far, since before breakfast. This keeps track for us." I showed her the app, a big 27 blinking at us from the screen.
"What time was before breakfast?" Lisa asked intrigued.
"Around eight or eight-thirty," I suggested.
"What time is it now?" Lisa asked, without a watch.
"Just before one," I replied.
"Holy shit. That's like five to six an hour," Lisa said.
"It seems like more," Julia said. "Master turns it off for fifteen minutes when he cums and he's cum twice since it went in. Plus the battery on the first one died and so I got a rest while I changed it out."
"No wonder your nips are poking out like pegs," Lisa said. Julia glanced down at her nipples and blushed again. "I'm going to have to clean my house after this. Mowing the lawn won't be enough."
All three of us laughed after her declaration. "We're going to the Dairy Queen for a sundae," I said. "Would you like to walk with us or can we bring you something back?"
"As appealing as that sounds, a sundae kind of defeats one of my reasons for doing this," Lisa replied, "and I suspect anything you buy would melt before you got it back to me. I'll pass. I'll talk to you later."
We continued on our way and Lisa went back to mowing her lawn. A couple more of our neighbors were out, one of them bringing their trash to the curb and one walking their dog. I stopped to speak to each one, more to put Julia on the spot than any neighborly friendliness. She did what she could to hide what she was going through and did a fairly good job of it from what I could tell. None of the people we spoke to seemed to pay her too much mind, though the dog kept sniffing Julia's leg, jumping up to get closer to the source of the interesting odor. The neighbor grew frustrated with trying to keep the dog off Julia's leg, so went on her way dragging the dog behind her. I had to laugh.
"At least the dog know's you're in heat," I said.
Julia laughed with me. "You're not far off, Master."
At the Dairy Queen, I got a berry sundae, a mixture of different berries, and Julia got a hot fudge with nuts. We sat down at one of the picnic tables to eat. I handed Julia one of the paper towels.
"You're leaking," I said, pointing to a thin stream of her fluids running down her smooth leg.
She surreptitiously wiped herself off. I received another alert on my phone, not an orgasm this time, her battery was about to die.
"Time to change Trainers," I said.
"You don't expect me to do it out here, do you, Master?"
"No, you can use the ladies room," I answered.
"I wouldn't mind earning a break from the Trainer, Master."
"Out here," I suggested, "or were you planning on one of us trying to sneak the other into one of the bathrooms?"
"They have a companion bathroom, Master. We could both go into that one without much in the way of questions being raised except neither of us looks like we need assistance."
"Sure, I'm game," I said. "Everyone will know what we were doing in there, but why not. You'll still have to put the new one in when we're finished, as it's your only chance to put one on before we get home."
"Yes, Master."
We went into the companion restroom and Julia gave me a superb blow job, eagerly swallowing my cum. There had been a big change in that department since her slavery started, a very welcome change. She removed the old Trainer and once again, it was layered white with her cum. She washed it, wiped herself down thoroughly and put the charged one in. I set my watch timer for fifteen and we walked out of the bathroom looking guilty as sin, but mighty pleased with ourselves. She walked more briskly while the Trainer was off and we were nearly home before I turned it on again. She slowed down some afterward, not risking the energetic movement of her legs.
We reached the house without meeting anyone else. Lisa was still mowing, but she was in the backyard.
"Master, I'd like to try and sleep if it's possible with this thing in me. I'm tired from all of the orgasms I've had so far. Would you have an objection?"
"No, if you can sleep, more power to you. I'm going to get a status report from Jerry on some of the projects he's working on. Put this back on the charger," I said, handing her the dead Slave Trainer.
Julia disappeared in the bedroom. I was unconcerned she'd try removing it without my permission. I'd get an alert if she tried to do so. I called Jerry, my second in command and the guy I most trusted to run my business in my absence.
"Hey, Jerry, how's everything going?"
"On the whole, everything's going great, with the exception of the Watkins' residence."
"What's going on with the Watkins now?" Most likely it was Mrs. Watkins. She changed her mind as often as a flying bumblebee changed directions. Every change cost money, but if her husband was willing to pay for the changes, she could make as many as she wanted.
"She thinks the pillar we have for the balcony overhanging the family room is too big. Takes away from the appearance it's floating," Jerry said.
"It's load bearing. It has to support the whole damn thing." Shit! I suppose we could put in a metal column. "We could go smaller with metal."
"I suggested that. She doesn't like the appearance of a metal beam, she wants wood. It just has to be smaller, no bigger than 3x3, not the 8x8 we need for the support. I hate to disturb your vacation, but I think you need to talk to her."
Jerry knew I hadn't left town. We were still scheduled to play poker tomorrow night. This was more of a staycation. He didn't know it was to play with my new slave girl, but he knew I was doing something with my wife. How annoying could Mrs. Watkins get, willing to sacrifice the strength and integrity of her house for appearance? The building inspector would never approve of a 3x3 wood beam. What a royal pain in the ass.
As soon as I got off the phone, I looked at the specs and plans again. No fucking way a 3x3 wood beam was going to support the balcony. It wouldn't have the structural integrity. I called the Watkins.
Might as well start with the Missus. Web Watkins would probably go along with whatever Glenda wanted. He usually did.
"Glenda Watkins please," I said.
"Speaking."
"Jerry said you're having a problem with the support beam for the balcony."
"Yes, it needs to be smaller."
"It can't be any smaller without being steel and Jerry said you want a wood beam."
"I do."
"A wood beam that small can't support the weight of the balcony, Mrs. Watkins. It would never pass inspection by the building inspector. It's unsafe."
"I've seen unsupported balconies at opera houses and movie theaters," she insisted.
"It's an entirely different structure, Mrs. Watkins. The supporting walls are steel and concrete, not wood. An unsupported balcony on your house would tear down both of the supporting walls. There needs to be some sort of support in the middle, or the whole thing comes toppling down like a stack of cards."
"Can't you build it like that?"
"I could, but it would mean tearing down everything we've done so far and starting over. You'd be paying for a whole new house on top of whatever else we've already done. The only thing you wouldn't pay for would be the foundation and I'm not even sure of that. It might require a thicker foundation to go with steel and poured concrete walls. You agreed to the plans when we first put this house together. Why change everything else we've done now?"
"I don't like the look of it. It looks too big, thick and stupid."
I pounded my forehead with my hand. Shit! I hoped I could talk Web into not making the changes. The cost alone would turn most men's heads, but Web had money to burn and he might go along with the fucking changes no matter what the cost. The sooner I could finish this job and be done with the Watkins, the better I'd like it. Talk about someone who could use a couple weeks of sex slavery to get her off her fucking pedestal, Glenda would be my top choice. She even looked pretty good. Speaking of sex slaves, Julia came back into the room, apparently unable to sleep because she hadn't been gone that long and she still looked wired. I pointed to the ground at my feet and she knelt down and waited for me to finish.
"Could I speak to Web, please."
"You know he's going to agree with me. Just make the changes."
"Ma'am, even if he does agree to the changes, it's going to cost him a lot of money. I need to get his approval before I start to tear everything down. I probably can't get him a final figure now without consulting an engineer, but I should damn well give him a rough estimate."
"One moment please."
"Thank you."
A couple minutes later and Webley was on the phone. Webley. No matter he did whatever his wife told him to, stuck with a name like that.
"Web here."
"Has Jerry spoken to you about what Glenda wants him to do?"
"Yes, he has."
"We can't pass building inspection trying to use a 3X3 wood beam. It won't support the balcony as needed. Yet she insists. To do what she wants would probably mean tearing up everything we've done so far and starting from scratch. You've already got approximately $60k in materials and labor invested in the house. That all gets trashed if we start over and the new construction will probably substantially increase the price of the house. The types of walls she's talking about will cost more than the wood frame walls we have now and the foundation may have to be strengthened to support new, heavier walls. I know you can probably afford what she wants to do, but isn't there a limit as to how much you want to spend to build a house of this size. For the amount we're talking about, you could probably have built something twice the size. Yet this house won't be any bigger, just more expensive."
"I like to keep my wife satisfied, Mr. Rivers. It makes my life so much easier."
"I like to keep my wife satisfied as well, Mr. Watkins, but there are limits as to what I'm able to do." Julia smiled at that, recognizing my double entendre intended for her.
"I don't have many limits, Scott; at least as far as money goes. If she wants to change it, go ahead and change it."
"Okay. I'll have an engineer check over everything and get back to you as to the new price."
"Fine." Click.
"What seems to be the problem, Master?"
"Glenda Watkins doesn't like the size of the beam to hold up her balcony. It needs an 8x8 wood beam to be structurally sound. A 3x3 tempered steel beam would do the job, but she doesn't want a steel beam, she wants wood. I'm probably going to have to tear down everything and start from scratch. I'm almost ready to tell them to get another builder. I've never had such a pain in the ass client before. I'd just as soon be done with the whole thing."
"What if you used the steel beam and boxed it with laminated wood, or whatever material would make her happy, Master. Theoretically, you could use anything from tile, to mirrors to marble. It would look like what she wants and still be structurally sound."
I looked at her in amazement. What a fucking brilliant idea. I kissed her. "I knew there was a reason I married you besides your stunning good looks."
She smiled happily. "I'm glad I could be of service sir."
"You just earned yourself a fucking hour respite from the Trainer the next time I cum."
"Your slave would find such a respite most welcome, Master."
"I take it you couldn't sleep?"
"No, Master. It's hard to sleep when you're cumming. Speaking of which, do you think you'll be able to cum again soon."
"Let me call Jerry and get him started on your brilliant idea. I'll probably have to go to work tomorrow and see if I can't convince the Watkins to accept your plan. Probably need to get an early start, put together some different materials for the boxing, so she could see her choices."
"I'm sorry you'll have to work, Master. I've enjoyed our time together."
"Me too, my beautiful slave. I'm so glad I suggested this to you and even more happy you accepted the challenge."
I called Jerry back and told him everything I'd discussed with the Watkins and Julia's idea. Jerry was as enthusiastic as I was. He had to deal with the Watkins more than I did as the supervisor of their construction. By the time I was finished, it was close to supper time. I asked Julia if she'd like to order delivery again or if we should prepare our food here.
"Would I be naked, sir, and would you do things to me in front of them again?"
"Slaves shouldn't know what's on the mind of their Masters. Everything should be open and anything might happen."
She smiled at me. "I would prefer we prepare our own food then, Master."
"As you wish. One other question. I'm probably able to cum again. Would you like to do it now before supper so you can eat in peace, or after we eat so you can try to nap again."
"Eating without orgasms sounds pleasant to me, Master. Let's have sex now."
"Mouth or ass?"
She looked at me with a sly smile on her face. "The previous time you used my ass, I saw stars, Master. I would not be averse to stars again."
"You mean when you roused the whole neighborhood?"
Julia blushed and said, "Yes, sir."
"Find your lubricant and meet me in the bedroom."
Julia rose gracefully to her feet and scurried off to find it. I was naked and in the bedroom when she returned. My cock wasn't completely hard yet, but well on its way. Three minutes in her mouth took care of the rest. I was continuously amazed at how having a lovely wanton slave doing my bidding around kept my libido going. I was almost 33 and fucking like a teenager. It was almost like exploring sex with a completely different woman. Julia was being kept in a state of perpetual cumming by the Slave Trainer, so she didn't require foreplay. On the other hand...