SCOTT
This is where my choices started getting hairy. I'd promised my little sex slave the full gamut of sex slave experience. The only things outside our marriage so far was Julia with other women or letting the nerdy delivery driver finger fuck her. This had to be more provocative for her, but more provocative for her meant more emotionally risky for me. Baby steps, I thought; do baby steps. Don't jump in, both feet first. Dip a toe in to start, test the temperature of the water. Emotionally risky or not, I'd prefer Julia had sex with someone we knew then some total strangers. I slowly decided on a choice to give her, typed it up and left a space for her to sign it. Make it official.
Jerry and I had presented our newest proposal to the Watkins after lunch. I presented a number of different options regarding the materials to box the steel support beam; four kinds of wood, marble, granite, copper, mirrors, even gold leaf. I said it couldn't quite be 3x3 because the steel beam was 3x3 and the other materials added some size, except perhaps the copper or gold leaf, which would be very thin, but in no case would it be more than 3 and a half inches wide. The engineer would be checking tomorrow to see what the other costs would amount to if they wanted to start all over again. Glenda and Web said they'd consider the choices we presented and let us know tomorrow morning if we needed the engineer. It meant I'd have to work at least a little on Friday, but hopefully not long. I was disappointed I wasn't fucking the hell out of my slave considering what could happen tonight.
When I got home at 5:45, both Lisa and Julia were in the kitchen working. I could smell meatballs in the slow cooker and they were putting trays of pigs in a blanket in the oven to cook. I was pleased Julia had remained naked, despite Lisa's presence. It showed she was following my orders. Lisa looked up when I got home and looked at the time.
"I've got to go shower and get ready for poker," Lisa said. "I'll see you both at seven." She ducked out the back door.
Julia finished what she was doing, then knelt down on the floor. "Master, welcome home."
"Good evening slave. I wrote up the choice you're facing tonight. I want you to read it and sign it, so there's no misunderstanding." I handed her the document.
Julia read it out loud. "'The slave will be dressed in the clothes she's earned for the evening. She will wait on the card players, serving drinks and food as a white silk slave. The slave is available to be touched and caressed while she serves. When anyone wins a hand, the slave will provide two minutes of oral pleasure to the winner'. Why not just call it sucking the cock of the winner, Master?"
"Are you forgetting Lisa plays with us. It won't all be cock."
Julia's eyes grew wide and panicked.
"Master, you'd make me lick my friends pussy?"
"Whether or not you lick her pussy is entirely up to her. She still has the choice to reject your services. They all do."
Good luck thinking any of the men would turn down having their cock sucked, but I wasn't sure about Lisa. Julia and Lisa were friends and I knew Lisa didn't exhibit signs of attraction to women. On the other hand, she did act like one of the guys and frequently did everything we did except stand up to use the toilet.
She looked back at the list. "'The slave will be able to cum only when the person she's pleasuring cums.' I take that to mean I'll be wearing the Slave Trainer?"
"Correct."
Reading again, "'At the end of the game, the slaves full oral services will be auctioned off to the high bidder. She will be displayed for the purposes of the bidders inspection before the sale begins. She will provide said services to the winning bidder in front of everyone else.' This doesn't have the alternative choice. What's my alternative to serving as white silk slave?"
"You'll be displayed on the St. Andrews cross with the Slave Trainer in you. You won't be allowed to cum until the end of the evening and everyone has left."