A Taste of Slavery Ch. 15

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent idea," Sarah said. "Lisa, I want you to seduce me and when I'm satisfied with your performance, you may have yours."

"Yes, Mistress."

So while Sarah and I watched the show, my two slaves proceeded to exert their talents in giving us the greatest amount of pleasure they could. I don't know about Sarah's orgasms, they sounded as if they were delightful, but between the show and the lavish tongue lashing Julia bestowed on me, I couldn't pay much attention to her. I'd already seen these episodes, so I could pay at least some attention to the superb cock sucking I received. Perhaps Julia was just happy to have cock after the last day of cunt, but she exceeded all my expectations.

She would bring me to the edge of an orgasm, then pause, allowing the immediate need to pass, while licking the tender skin of my inner thigh or rubbing my calves while she merely breathed upon my mast, then start again, spending roughly eighty percent on my cock itself, and twenty percent on the family jewels. Licking, sucking, rolling one ball in her mouth then the other. Every time I was close, she'd pause, a smile on her face, doing just enough to keep me hard for when she began again. Four times she brought me to the brink, then stopped. My balls were starting to ache and I feared I might contract a case of blue balls before she let me orgasm and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of my cum. It was very powerful and lasted a long time. She was able to gather drops of my seed from the tip of my prick even two minutes later.

When there was nothing more to be had, she climbed into my lap and I gave her the well deserved glass of wine. Lisa was already drinking hers, so apparently her Mistress was well satisfied as well.

"Beautifully done, slave," I whispered.

"Thank you, Master. I don't think you've ever filled my mouth so much before. I could scarce swallow it all."

As a reward for her service, I played with her body, touching her in all the ways I knew she enjoyed, her lovely breasts and sensitive nipples, the slick folds of her cunt, the protuberant spike of her clit. She squirmed and moaned on my lap, smothering her moans with her lips against my chest, or even my lips, so as not to overly disturb the others. After she'd had three orgasms, we sat quietly enjoying the show, her cunt and my lap wet with her spend.

A little after 9:30, I got a call; Regina King again. I could imagine what she was calling about this time. She must have had her talk with Mistress Dark. I paused the show and took the call. The armies of the winter king were arrayed around the Stark Keep and the Dothraki had practically disappeared in their attack. Shit! I didn't want to take this call, and not just because of the timing of it. I didn't know what to say to her.

"Hello, Regina."

"Did you know my husband was a fucking homosexual, Scott!" She raged.

"No, it was news to me when Mistress Dark told me this afternoon," I said, in the most soothing voice I possessed. "He's never given me any indication he was anything other than what you thought he was. And he's not really homosexual according to her. He's still capable of satisfying you in all the ways you'd want him to, Mistress Dark said. My understanding is he's become an excellent cunt licker and can maintain an erection while pleasing a woman. There's no reason you can't remain married."

"No reason other than he prefers a cock to my cunt," Regina stormed. "I know he'd prefer sucking some guys knob to licking me, and getting fucked in the ass instead of fucking me. I should have known, you know. He didn't like licking my cunt and couldn't do it worth a damn. He liked fucking me from behind where he could pretend I was some guy instead of face to face where it was fucking apparent I was a damn woman."

"But he doesn't have to," I said, calmly. "More than cock, he craves submission. If you can provide what he needs in the way of dominance, he'll be happy to remain with you. You've been married for what, six years now. Surely you can find enough common ground to remain together."

"So I have to become his fucking Mistress instead of his wife? Punish him if he misbehaves? Order him to pleasure me instead of him wanting to? What if I don't want a fucking slave? What if I want a husband instead, one who desires me instead of some fucking guy? It might be fine for you and your wife and your fucking neighbor, but how would you feel if all they wanted to do was fuck each other and ignore you, given any fucking choice in the matter?"

"I would be upset, like you are, Regina. I'm sorry. I know you're hurt by this. But I'd ask you to keep this in mind. You've just learned about this. It's a shock and you haven't had a chance to process this at all or think about what it means to you. I think you should give it some time and think about it before you make any decisions. Approach this from a position of reason instead of anger. We can talk about it some more later. I promise. I can give you some perspective on what it means to be a dominant. Lisa and Julia can talk to you about a slave's perspective on a dominant/submissive relationship. You can get more information from us and Mistress Dark and even Ron before you make any decisions. I'm not asking too much, am I?"

"I suppose not. God, I'm so angry though. Why the hell did he marry me if he was gay?"

"I suspect because he either didn't realize he was or because he couldn't acknowledge, even to himself, he was. Like I said, it's as much news to me as it was you. I think the rest of his friends would be as surprised as we were, Regina."

"Shit!...Shit, shit, shit! Okay. I'll think on it for awhile. I won't do anything rash. I'll talk to you. I'll get some more information. I'll see you tomorrow. Shit!"

"I'll see you tomorrow, Regina. Take care."

"Tomorrow then," Regina said and hung up.

"Obviously, we couldn't hear both sides of that conversation," Sarah said, "but it appears Regina just learned about her husband?"

"Yes."

"And she wasn't happy about it?"

"Double yes."

"What exactly was her issues, Master?" Julia asked.

"That he probably prefers cock to her cunt and that he'd prefer being a slave to being a husband," I said.

"Those are weighty matters, Master," Lisa said.

"If you wanted to be a slave, none of us would have a Master, sir," Julia said. "It would be quite sad."

"I'd volunteer," Sarah said.

"Good thing for me, we don't have that problem," I replied. "Let's watch the rest of this episode, and head to bed. It will be a very busy day tomorrow."

We watched the rest of our episode and Sarah was surprised to find the Winter King didn't die from dragon fire and Arya Stark was the one who killed him. I'd been surprised too when I'd seen it the first time. After it was over, we each headed to our respective bedrooms. My slave was in for a good fucking tonight. I was so happy with her. I had her assume the 'tie up' position and she lay down on her back on the bed and I tied her down spread eagled across the sheets.

"I'm going to make you cum hard, slave," I said. "I enjoyed watching Sarah keep you from cumming this morning and how hard you climaxed when she wouldn't let you. Don't expect to get permission to cum easily nor within three minutes today."

Julia was already breathing hard when I told her, feeling vulnerable and exposed when I tied her down. "Yes, Master," she whispered, trembling.

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JULIA

I was immediately ready to fuck when Master tied me down, knowing he could do almost anything to me and I'd be helpless. It was one of my primary triggers. To be helpless before a Master, to know I could withhold nothing and must surrender everything. I knew my pussy was wet enough Master could slide his cock in without any effort whatsoever. Instead of fucking me, he put his head between my legs. Before he started, he told me I did not have permission to cum at all tonight and I would be punished each time I did. I moaned. I'd already undergone a harsh punishment today. My bottom still remembered the pain Sarah administered this morning. I didn't want to experience more again tomorrow, and not to have permission all night? I panicked, struggling against my ropes.

He smiled at my struggles. "Why are you struggling so much?" He asked. "I know you orgasmed far more than three times without permission last night. What kind of a deal did you make with Sarah?"

"She told me she wanted to see me punished," I whispered, "and since she planned not to permit me to cum, I told her I'd admit to three times so she could punish me in return for allowing me to cum as much as I wanted. Did she tell you?" I asked.

"No, you just did. Seeing you dance to her tune this morning and how she made you cum, I knew you'd been allowed to orgasm or I would have heard you last night. So you got off light this morning. You should have been punished much worse."

"Master, please have pity on your slave," I pleaded before his mouth found its way to my core and he seduced me as I'd seduced others, using every technique in his considerable arsenal to make me cum.

I begged him to no avail. It was like he didn't hear me, deaf to my entreaties. I tried as hard as I could not to cum, but Master wouldn't let me ignore him. The more I resisted, the harder he went after me, his tongue finding every secret place, his fingers insinuating themselves, teasing every pleasure center I had. Finally the damn broke, teased beyond endurance, and I screamed as I orgasmed, thrashing madly on the bed, every muscle in my body convulsing. He didn't stop and soon I was cumming again, then again, and finally I gave up and surrendered to it, unable to resist and tired of trying. I climaxed over and over before he pushed into me, filling me with his wonderful cock, pounding me, making me cum again and again before he grunted and planted his seeds in me.

I lay panting on the bed. I couldn't remember how many times I'd cum. I knew Master did. My cunt was a quagmire, a puddle of my cum under me. He got a towel and gently wiped me off and the spot beneath me. He untied me.

"How many times will you be punished slave?"

"I don't know, sir," I admitted. "I lost count."

"More than eight, less than fifteen, would you guess?"

"If I'm to be honest," I said, "more than ten, less than eighteen."

"You choose now to be honest," Master said.

"I'm sorry, sir." I curled up against him. His side of the bed was drier than mine.

"You're going to be fucked by a lot of people tomorrow," Master said. "Are you prepared?"

"How many would you guess, sir?" I asked. Despite having just been fucked to a fare thee well, my cunt moistened again, thinking of it.

"It might depend how many return for seconds," Master replied. "I'll ensure none of them are family. Sarah will help with that, as I'll be busy hosting."

"Is that why you invited her, sir?" I asked, still curious why she'd been asked to our home.

"Partly. I invited her for another purpose, but she convinced me I was making a mistake. It now becomes her primary responsibility."

"Will you ever tell me what her initial purpose was to be, sir?"

"Probably. Maybe when your slavery is over."

"Will you be punishing me tomorrow, Master?" I asked.

"Do you think you could function tomorrow if you were punished a minimum of ten times?" He asked.

"No, Master."

"Then you won't be punished tomorrow. It gives you something to look forward to in the future."

"Yes, sir." I wasn't looking forward to it.

He kissed me. "Good night, slave. We have a busy day ahead of us."

"Good night, sir." I snuggled closer and fell asleep, exhausted.

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