A Taste of Slavery Ch. 07

"Mmm," I said. "Nice, Master."

"It feels good?" He asked.

"Yes," I wiggled my butt, "it does, sir."

"Can I go faster?" Master asked.

"You're the Master," I said. "I'm at your mercy."

He laughed. He took me to mean I was doing fine and had no objection to increasing his speed. So he sped up, but gradually. He was using all of my ass, going from buried balls deep to my sphincter barely clinging to the head of his cock. He reached below me and played with my clit. I don't know if it would have been necessary for an orgasm, but it didn't hurt. It was also good he'd given me one before we started. I'd never lost the edge of arousal the first one gave me, and I could feel another one building, the warmth and pleasure in my ass spreading outward in circular waves. My nipples were hard, taut, blood engorged buttons.

"Master, your slave requests permission to cum," I said, getting closer and closer to falling off the cliff.

"You have my permission, slave."

It wasn't long afterward I felt the waves of pleasure breaking, the familiar sensation of free falling through space, my body shuddering and trembling as I died the little death, petit mort, as the French say. Still, it left me wanting more, wanted him to fuck me harder, faster. He hadn't cum yet, so my wish could be fulfilled.

"Fuck me harder, Master, faster. Own my ass. Make me beg for it."

He laughed again. And plunged harder, slamming into me. Yes, I thought. Own me. I'm yours, Master. And he owned me. Three minutes later, I was begging him.

"Fuck me. Cum in my ass. Give me permission to cum, Master. God, I'm so close. Fuck me."

He sped up faster and an instant before I climaxed, he stilled and I could feel his warm cum filling my bottom, thick spurts of his cum, his prick pulsing madly. I orgasmed with him, my rectum squeezing and clenching against the fullness. He lay still, supported on the pillows of my cheeks, his body quivering slightly. I could feel the fullness leaving me as he shrank, blood going elsewhere now his present was delivered. One final squeeze and out he popped.

Master left me tied to the bed while he got up and went to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth with which he wiped me down. When he was satisfied, he returned to the bathroom and I could hear him rinsing it out. Upon his return, he released me. I rolled off the pillow and cuddled in his arms.

"Was it better than the first time?" Master asked.

"Much better, sir," I replied. "For the first time, I feel fully owned. There is no part of your slave you haven't made use of." I kissed him.

"So you'd do this again?"

"I'm a slave," I said "Does my Master allow me the choice?"

"Not a slave forever," he reminded me. I didn't want to be reminded. I was enjoying this too much.

"But for now," I said, kissing him again.

******

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.