JULIA
This was the first truly terrible choice I faced. The one with Mistress Dark was relatively easy in comparison. I'd had enough experience to know I couldn't last a full day with the Slave Trainer, but Mistress Dark was a stranger and it was unlikely I'd see her again. I only had to overcome the thought of licking her cunt, and once that barrier was broken, the others had been easier. But they too were strangers, and any future contacts with them would be limited to none.
These were all people I knew. They were my friends as well as Master's; Lisa my closest girl friend. I saw them all the time. Somehow, knowing them made it both better and worse. I could trust them not to hurt me or do anything to embarrass me after, but they didn't have to do anything to embarrass me. Just seeing them every time afterward, we'd both remember I'd sucked their cock or licked their cunt. They'd remember the naked little sex slave, not the wife of Scott. In effect, our relationships would change forever and I couldn't know if it would be for better or worse.
This wasn't even taking into account my Master. They would all know they'd shared Scott's wife. What would it do to Master's relationship with all of them? Perhaps this was the test I wondered about. Was Master testing me to see what I would do? I wasn't sure if I could go four and a half hours without cumming. The Slave Trainer was diabolical in that regard. Trying to get through one meal had been bad enough; so bad Sharon recognized my anguish and arranged to let me cum. The whole evening would be torture.
"Have you thought about what this might mean to our friendships with these people, sir?"
"I have. I believe all of them can handle this as well as I can. I expect you'll have some feelings of humiliation and shame when you see them for some period of time after, but I did promise you a full slave experience and I trust my friends more than strangers."
I was at a loss. To hang naked on the cross before everyone while sexually tormented or to engage in oral sex with our friends while my husband watched. In the end, my fear of the damage I might do to my marriage won out.
"I'll choose the St. Andrews cross, Master."
"Very well," he said. "You may finish what you were working on in the kitchen and I'll hook you up. Go put on your Slave Trainer."
"You're going to start me now, sir?" I asked.
"As soon as you remove the pigs from the oven. I have to get ready and I want you on display when the others arrive."
"Yes, Master." Now it was more than four and a half, closer to five hours and maybe longer, depending on how long before the house was vacated after. They could linger to stare at a naked slave girl. Master was making my choice very difficult.
I put on the Slave Trainer and Master turned it on as soon as it was inside of me, then he took a quick shower and put on his poker clothes, shorts and polo shirt. I'd removed the pigs in a blanket before his shower was over and waited for him to finish. He came into the living room and turned the bondage furniture around until the St. Andrews cross was facing where he'd set up the poker table. He fastened me to the cross, splayed out for everyone to see. He surprised me by putting a ball gag in my mouth after I was secured.
"I don't want you making too much noise," he explained. "We are trying to play poker after all." He kissed me on the cheek. "You'll have until eight o'clock to change your mind and still serve as white silk. If you change your mind after eight, you'll be red silk and we'll auction off all three of your holes."
I tried to mumble something, but the ball gag prevented any meaningful speech.
"You chose this," he reminded me. "I'm giving you a full hour after the game starts to change your mind. I feel I'm being very generous in doing so. Just remember, eight PM or you are red silk."
He started setting up the table and chairs, putting out cards and chips and coasters for the glasses. I was already in torment by the time Lisa arrived, first because she was closest. Of course, she already knew the circumstances of my sex slavery, so wasn't particularly surprised to see me naked, although she thought I'd go for the leather straps. She didn't know the other part of the deal and I couldn't tell her.
She made note of the device in my cunt. "Is this the Slave Trainer you told me about?" I nodded yes. "Will you be allowed to cum?" I shook my head, no. "Poor girl." She patted my cheek and sat down, taking a seat so she was facing me.
Jerry was the next to arrive. Jerry was Master's co-worker and second in command. He was running the business while Master was taking his staycation. Jerry is black, the same height as Master, with a ripped body and dreamy brown eyes. Jerry's brown eyes popped when he saw me. Master led him to me to take a closer look.
"Julia has been reading all these erotic sex slave novels recently, and I gave her the opportunity to find out what being a sex slave is for real. It's what I've been doing on my vacation," Master said, "taking advantage of the opportunity to fully use my new slave."
"Shit man. I'm sorrier than ever I had to get your help to deal with the Watkins. I wouldn't want to come to work either if this is what was waiting for me at home."
Master played with one of my taut nipples, making it even harder. "Yeah, Glenda's a bitch. I couldn't help but think a little of this would do her some good. Touch if you want. Slave girls are made to be touched."
Jerry laughed. He palmed my other breast, making me squirm. "I'm inclined to agree with you about Glenda," he said. "Lovely slave you have here." He thumbed my nipple, making me moan low in my throat.
"I think she's the perfect sex slave," Master said. "I can't get enough of her. It's been like my honeymoon times two."
Rob and Edward came to the door next. Both of them were white, twins who Master went to high school with. They usually rode together. They were both taller and broader than Master, who gave them both the same spiel about me and my current predicament. They both fondled my breasts together, mirror images of one another and another jolt of desire hit my pussy.
The last one to arrive was Chen, a Chinese/American, just before seven. Master had met Chen when he took some General Contracting classes five years ago. Chen had his own electric, A/C and heating company and Master often used him for his A/C, heating and electrical work on his projects. He was the newest of Master's friends in the group. When Master extended him the same invitation as the others, he suckled on one of my nipples, and of course, the others had to do the same. I almost climaxed from the attention my nipples received, which I would have welcomed at that point. Every one of them was single and had no one to answer to.
Lisa prevented my release by saying, "We're here to play poker, boys, not play with the pretty slave." Damn her.
They all sat down. There was a mirror on the wall that allowed Master to keep an eye on me. Every time one of the gentleman folded, they usually watched me or even got up to play with parts of me. Only the Slave Trainer in my pussy kept them from playing with that. The lack of concentration on the parts of the four guys allowed Master and Lisa to win more often than the others. I wondered if it was why Master faced away from me, or if he wanted to allow the others the best view. Their constant attention on my naked body in addition to the incessant arousal afforded by the Slave Trainer kept me on edge. I knew fluids were running from my pussy down my legs. I could feel them sliding down farther and farther as my cunt fed more and more liquid to them.
I realized about a half hour after they started playing I wasn't going to make it the rest of the night. I was too aroused and needed to cum too much. I tried to attract Master's attention, but the ball gag in my mouth was muffling the sounds I tried to make over their conversation. How was I supposed to concede my defeat if I couldn't speak. The minutes ticked off and it got closer and closer to eight. If I needed to give up, I needed to do so before eight or I'd be red silk, with no part of me off limits. Around seven minutes to go, I started a muffled screaming and shaking the cross I was attached to. Three minutes passed before Lisa noticed me struggling to get Master's attention.
"Scott, I think your slave needs something. Does she need to use the restroom?" Lisa asked.
Master turned to look at me. My eyes pleaded with him. He looked at the clock, less than four minutes remained.
"I don't think that's it," Master replied. "I think my slave just changed her mind about something."
I nodded my head frantically. He got up and removed my ball gag. "Master," I panted, "I'll serve as your white silk slave."
"Are you sure?" Master asked.
"Yes, sir. I'm sure."
"I'm going to whip you first," he said, "twenty strokes to the front of your body. Keep count."
"Yes, Master." I agreed with alacrity.
He got the whip and proceeded to apply twenty strokes to the front of my body. I kept count with each of the strokes. He actually went rather easy on me. He'd whipped me harder previously. Lisa knew I'd been whipped before, so she wasn't surprised to see it happening in front of her, but she was interested in my reactions. I didn't cry out, although I flinched through the last four of them on my breasts. The four men were pretty astonished to see Master whipping me and Jerry started to get up, but Lisa put a hand on his arm and stopped him.
"It's okay," she said. "It's part of her slave agreement. She knew it would happen before she agreed to be his sex slave and he's done it to her before now." He sat back down.
Master finished and he released me from the cross and I knelt down at his feet and unzipped his shorts, reaching in to release his cock. Master was hard as a rock. I was aware of ten other eyes on me as I applied myself to his cock and in less than five minutes he was cumming down my throat. I swallowed every drop. I put his cock away when I was done.
"You may put on your alternate outfit now. You'll see you have an addition to it since you are white silk."
I went into the bedroom and found he'd added a sheer white g-string to the leather straps. White silk slaves privates were off limits. I still had to wear the Slave Trainer, but the g-string was large enough to accommodate the bulk of the device. It took me a few minutes to figure out the leather straps, put it on and adjust it so it fit the way it was supposed to. When I returned, everyone had resumed playing poker. I approached Master and knelt at his feet. He handed me the paper he'd typed up and made me sign it for him, folding it up and putting it in one of his back pockets.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a change to this evenings game. Julia has agreed to serve as white silk slave to all of us for the balance of the evening."
"What's that mean?" Chen asked. "White silk."
"It means she may use her mouth to pleasure you. Below her waist is off limits. What she will do for the rest of the evening is serve food and drinks and orally pleasure the winner of each hand for two minutes; no more or we won't get any poker played. As she's serving, you're more than welcome to caress any part of the slave above her waist. We'll stop tonight at 11:15, and the slave will be displayed for sale. At 11:30 you may bid on the slave for her oral services through orgasm. You may use your poker winnings, and only your poker winnings, to bid on the full oral services of this slave."
"Shit!" Edward said, "you and Lisa took most of our money while your slave was squirming on the cross. It was the perfect distraction. I'll be lucky if I'm not broke by nine."
Edward was right. Master was a very good poker player and he had a large advantage for the first hour of the evening. He could outbid anyone. Perhaps I'd only have to fully serve his cock once more. Master quickly dashed my hopes.
"I won't be bidding in any case," he said. "It's between the five of you. I can use the slave anytime I want as her owner."
"Don't you mean four?" Rob said.
"No. Lisa's in this. If she wants my slave to lick her cunt to orgasm, she can bid as well. The only stipulation is my slave will perform this service in front of everyone else still here at the end of the night, whether it's your cocks or Lisa's cunt. None of you has to participate," he said. "It's entirely up to you if you want to do this. I only ask you make the decision now and not change your mind later."
"I have one other question," Edward said. "Do you or the slave keep the money we bid on her services? Otherwise, it's just another way to take our money."
Master said. "Taking money for sex would make her a whore and me a pimp. No, all we ask is you agree to donate the sum you bid to a charity of the slaves choice. You have to provide a receipt or you'll never be allowed to bid again. What charity would you like the donation to go to, slave."
I didn't know this was going to happen and had no idea who to name. I thought for a few moments and said, "The American Red Cross."
"A worthy cause," Master said. "Any other questions?"
No one said anything else.
"In or out, Jerry?" Master asked.
"Get a blow job from this delectable slave. I'm in."
"Rob?" Master asked. "Count me in," Rob said.
"Edward?" Edward nodded yes.
"Chen?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Lisa?" I listened with bated breath. Would I have to lick my friends cunt?
"I'm in too," Lisa said. I lowered my eyes. I would be serving everyone.
"Put your game faces on," Master said. "I have only one other request. This slave only gets to cum if you cum, so please tell me if you orgasm so I can let her have her climax."
"No problem." "Sure." "Wouldn't want her to suffer." "You bet." The chorus of responses.
"Slave, take everyone's orders and begin serving food and beverages. As soon as she gets your orders, Rob, it's your deal."
I took everyone's order and as I moved around the table, a lot of hands touched and caressed me, although all hands remained above the waist. I was a lowly slave who's body didn't belong to her. They would all use me as they wanted to, and my cunt grew squishier at the thought.
Rob started dealing while I went to fill everyone's order. I came back with everyone's order and served them. Master won the first hand after the deal and I sucked his cock again. He wasn't hard this time, having just cum and his watch timer went off when his time was up. He was going to be scrupulously fair, I was sure.
Edward won the next hand. His would be the first cock I'd ever sucked except Master's since our marriage. Edward wasn't quite as long as Master, but he was thicker. He was already hard in anticipation. It was difficult to get all of him in my mouth, though I managed. He won the third deal too, and so I continued working his cock. I suspected he was close to cumming before I stopped.
Jerry won the next hand. He was hard as well, slightly bigger around than Master and about the same length. I could get all of him down easier than Edward. His was the first black cock I've ever sucked. His pubic hairs were tighter and curlier than Master's and Edwards, though shorter.
Lisa won next. She wasn't prepared for this, wearing jeans and panties. In order to lick her, I'd have to pull her pants down, which was not something she wanted to do in front of the others. She called a quick time out so I could lend her a dress. In the bedroom, she stripped off her jeans and panties and put on one of my skirts, leaving herself bare on the bottom.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I had to participate. I have to know what it's like."
"I'm a slave subject to use by anyone," I said. "If our positions were reversed, I would have done the same," I replied, my head down. Would I have?
We returned to the table and by going under the skirt between her legs, was able to caress her with my tongue for two minutes before Master called time. Lisa held my head while I licked her. She seemed to enjoy my services. It took a few moments after Master's chime went off before she released my head.
By now, I had kind of determined it took four to six minutes for a hand to be played, depending on the game, always dealer's choice. The two minutes allowed for me took longer than two. I had to crawl under the table, find a zipper, extract a cock, suck and put it back. Roughly, it meant I would be sucking cocks or licking cunts seven to eight times per hour. Starting at eight and playing until after eleven meant I'd be doing this twenty-one to twenty-six times, unless they took breaks. And by this time, no one cared if I were serving food and drink. They got their own food and beverages while someone was dealing or they'd folded.
Chen won the next hand, pumping his fist when he laid down his trip Kings. His cock was a respectable six inches long, though the thinnest so far. I had no problem taking all of him down and was easily deep throating him. I realized I might as well stay beneath the table. Crawling under and out again was too hard and everyone was too impatient. Chen won for the second straight time and I started sucking him again. Master called time and I started lifting off his cock when he suddenly groaned, "I'm cumming," and the first couple spurts of his sperm shot all over my face. I quickly covered his cock again to keep the rest from joining the mess on face, sucking him dry. Master ended the override and I climaxed myself, for the first time today.
"May I please have a napkin, Master," I said.
Master passed me a napkin and I wiped off my face, although I still had some in my hair. It would take a shower to fully clean myself off. Master won again and this time, he had half an erection as I sucked his cock. Lisa won again and I could hear Rob cursing his luck as she parted her legs and welcomed me to her cunt. I made her moan this time. She was apparently as aroused as the others by the shameless acts of an obedient sex slave.
The next winner was Jerry again. The constant practice made it easier to get him down the second time.
"Has she always been able to deep throat?" Jerry groaned as I caressed his balls while bobbing up and down on his mast.
"No. It was part of her training as a sex slave," Master replied. "She only learned this past Saturday. Time."
I stopped. "Christ she does that for two more minutes, I'll blow a monster load down her throat," Jerry said.
"It's your deal. Deal the cards and we'll find out if you're right."
Jerry didn't win; Rob did. He leaped up from his chair exclaiming, "about time," as he lowered his zipper. He remained standing instead of sitting down and I was conscious of Master watching me swallow his thick prick as he stood there with his meat dangling out. Rob was the twin of his brother in this department too, wide, but not as long as Master. It strained my jaw to get all the way around him. He held my head as I bobbed back and forth on his prick. He didn't force himself down my throat, but he tended to hold my head down longer than was strictly comfortable. When Master called time, Rob sat down with his cock still out.
Chen won the next deal. As soon as my mouth wrapped around his cock, he was hard again and considering he was the only one of the men to cum, and rather recently at that, I wondered if it was abnormal stamina or he hadn't had sex in awhile. When I finished my two minutes with him, I leaned back, glancing at Master, wondering what his face would tell me. He seemed calm and unaffected by his wife sucking other men's dicks, but I couldn't be sure. His ability to hide his emotions is one of the things that made him a good poker player. Chen left his cock out too, blowing in the wind. It was going to speed up the game as digging in the men's pants for their shaft and tucking it back after took too long.
I was craving another orgasm, so when Lisa won again, I did my best to make her cum, but she wasn't ready, no matter how hard I tried. Rob won for the second time and he stood up again so I wouldn't be hidden under the table. This time, he climaxed, flooding my mouth with his salty cum. The quantity was so much I couldn't swallow it all around his thick dick and it leaked out around my mouth to drip on my chest. Another orgasm swept through me, Master letting me have another for making Rob cum. I was moaning around Rob's cock as I swallowed the last of his cum. I still had my napkin, so tidied up afterward, drinking some of Lisa's beer to wash it down.
"Tastes pretty good, doesn't it?" Rob said.
"Too salty, sir," I replied. "You might need to reduce the sodium in your diet." Rob laughed, so I hadn't offended him. The others laughed as well. I glanced at Master. He was laughing, and his laughter didn't appear to be forced.
Edward finally won again and the orgasm he'd been close to before when I sucked him, was unleashed now. His surge of cum was as prodigious as his brother's and once again, my mouth filled to overflowing and leaked out around my lips. Master was still letting me cum for Rob's orgasm. The one for Edward swept through me quickly, following quickly on the remnants of the first.
"You're a damn fine cock sucker, aren't you slave?"
"I do my best, sir," I replied, wiping more cum off my breasts and chin.
Master won again. He was fully hard when I sucked him this time. At least what I was doing wasn't affecting his ability to feel arousal. He patted my head when he called time. I hoped it meant he was not holding me responsible for my choice.
Lisa was the next person to win a hand. I could smell her arousal as soon as my head went between her legs. The carnal scenes playing out around her and my previous attempts at licking her having done their job. Since my head was under my dress, I used two fingers to probe her cunt while I licked her clit. Within thirty seconds, she slid to the front of her chair, moaning.
"Fuck, I'm cumming! Oh, God! Oh, God! That's incredible. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop!" Her voice rising in pitch with each word. Master unleashed the Slave Trainer and my orgasm started before hers concluded and I moaned into her cunt as I climaxed. Master called time. I withdrew from between Lisa's legs.
"Fuck," Jerry exclaimed. "That's got to be the most erotic fucking thing I've ever witnessed. Let me see your face."
I turned towards him and he saw Lisa's cum smeared all over my face from the tip of my nose to my chin.
"Oh, fuck! Look at her face. Did you see the way the dress moved up and down from her head as she licked Lisa's cunt. Deal the fucking cards, Chen. I'm the only one who hasn't cum yet and if I don't cum soon, I'm going to bust a nut."
I raised the napkin to wipe my face and Jerry put a hand on mine to stop it. "Don't wipe it off," he said. "Leave it on. You look so incredibly sexy with Lisa's cum on your face."
I looked at Master. He said, "Leave it on." I lowered my hand.
Jerry didn't win the next hand. Edward, Lisa, Rob, Edward and Chen won the next five hands, Chen the only one to cum again. Jerry seemed to be playing more recklessly each time he lost. He lost about half his chips in the process. On the next hand, he seemed even more rash, upping the bet every time it passed to him. Finally, Jerry went all in. Rob and Lisa bowed out, but Chen believed Jerry was bluffing, desperate to win a hand and finally cum. He went all in as well. Chen put down a heart flush, Jerry showed four treys. Jerry had his cock out before I reached him, the only one of them with his cock still in his pants it had been so long.
Jerry cupped my chin before I started, making me look at him. "I want you to stare at my face the whole time you're sucking my cock. I'd like your hands to cup my balls while you suck. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Get started."
I reached into his jeans and cradled his nut sack while gazing into his face as his black shaft disappeared between my lips.
"Yeah, baby. That's it. Take all of my cock down that sweet throat of yours. You like that brown sugar, baby? That's it. I'm going to flood your mouth with my cum, slave. Suck. Suck it. It's coming now, sweetness. It's coming."
I could tell he was correct. His egg sized balls were climbing, his cock started twitching and an explosion of cum spurted from the tip of his cock. His eyes closed as wave after wave of sperm spewed from his prick, surging with each thrust of his hips. It was the most cum I'd swallowed tonight. Since he wasn't quite as wide as Rob and Edward, it was easier to swallow, yet due to the amount, some still overflowed my mouth. Master let me cum again, and I shivered through the throes of my climax as he pumped the last of his white cream down my throat.
Jerry opened his eyes and looked at me. "That has got to be the best damned blow job I ever had." He saw his cum on my face where it leaked from my mouth. "Leave my cum on your face too." I nodded.
"Master, your slave has swallowed a lot of cum. May she please take a ten minute break and have a drink?"
"Good idea," Master said. "Anyone needing to use the bathroom; now's the time to do it."
All the chairs backed from the table and five people scattered to one of our three bathrooms. Master helped me off my knees.
"Master," I whispered, "please tell me I haven't hurt you by choosing as I did?"