A Taste of Slavery Ch. 20

She tried to hit me again but I caught her arm and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and settled in.

"I wonder how long before I can't pick you up anymore?" I said.

Julia kissed me and I forgot all about smart ass comments. We made love for a couple hours.

We were lying in bed in a panting, post-coital languor, when Julia asked, "Will you run out for some pickle ice cream?"

"They don't make pickle ice cream."

"You could buy some vanilla and put some pickles in it."

"Are you serious?"

"No, but I am hungry. We just had memorable sex."

"I could order something, but not Thai."

Julia laughed. "Or you could just whip something up. Some salad, crackers and cheese. If you still had a slave, Lisa could do it."

"Or you could whip something up."

"I'm pregnant. I shouldn't work too hard in my delicate condition."

I laughed again. "So much for dropping babies in the field and going back to work plowing." She laughed too. "What did you do this afternoon since you didn't make any supper?"

"Sarah left two very needy slaves this morning. She said we could have two orgasms, but we had to wait until after one. Since it was Lisa's last time with orgasms unless she masturbates, we actually waited until three. After the sex, we took a shower and waited for you."

"And you only had two?"

"On the whole, we're very obedient slaves. I wanted to cum right away after Sarah left because I knew we couldn't be punished any more. Our slavery ended as soon as you arrived home. Lisa pointed out if we did, I was essentially saying my slavery was already over and we'd be fucking because you weren't home. That wouldn't be right, so we went to the gym instead and waited until three, and only had two."

We got up and started making something to eat. She worked on a salad and I sliced cheese, salami and pulled out some Club Crackers to put it on.

"Are you going to miss sex with Lisa?" I asked.

"Are you?" Julia asked.

"I asked you first."

"You do realize I'm not gay, probably not even bi, right? I had sex with women because I was a slave and had to do as a Master or Mistress said. Slavery made me crave sex, and Lisa was a source of sex, but if I'm not a slave and don't crave sex to the same degree and you're willing to boink when I need it, I'm not intending to have sex with her again."

"Why do you think your slavery made you crave sex so much?"

"It released me from my repression. Slaves aren't allowed to be repressed. I had to serve you in any capacity you desired, whenever you desired it. I had to be ready for sex at a moments notice."

"Since you were released from your repression, do you think you'll maintain your sex drive?"

"I think I'll always have more desire for sex than I did before. I've discovered I like to suck your cock and swallow you're cum and like anal sex, which is why we just had some really good sex together, but I can feel the slave heat need and desire I felt as a slave slowly dissipating. As a Master, you were fucking several times a day. Do you still have the drive for sex you had with a willing and eager sex slave or two? I'm still naked. We just fucked. Do you want to fuck again? Or could you easily wait until tomorrow?"

"Shit! I could wait until tomorrow," I said.

"I think slavery unleashed us both, Scott. I doubt we'll go back to the way it was before; two or three times a week, but I doubt we'll have sex more than once a day. There was something about my slavery that inspired both of us. Having not one, but two hot slaves to fuck. Hell, you had to fuck both of us just to preserve balance. You didn't want to show favoritism to one slave over another. Plus watching us have sex with one another was usually good for another erection. I would be very surprised if we continued to have sex nearly as often as we did when I was a slave."

"I'm not sure I could have kept that pace up forever anyway. Chen thought I was getting tired from too much sex."

"Perhaps, but we only had three weeks, and wanted to take full advantage of every minute. I'm guessing you would have dropped down to two to three times a day at some point. You have to admit the desire for sex was definitely higher, wouldn't you?"

"No doubt."

"Sex unleashed by leashing a slave." She set the salad on the table. "I'm not saying we have to have sex 3-5 times a day, but it was a byproduct of my slavery."

"You may be right," I said, thoughtfully.

We ate, then went to bed, and there was no more sex.

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