My Descent into Slavery Ch. 18

"Master, permission to cum," I gasped, my cusp almost instantly upon me with Jerry's first three thrusts into my fundament.

"You have my permission to cum five times, and no more," Master replied. "It's time for Kadina to begin punishment training, and she'll practice on you."

"Yes, Master," I moaned, cumming already, the spasmodic contractions strangling the two shafts filling it, to their delighted groans.

I felt another rigid shaft touching my lips, and opened, feeling Dan's meaty prick push over my tongue to the back of my mouth. I swallowed three or four times, and my throat opened for him, allowing him to push down my throat until his hairy sack dangled on my chin. Slipping into subspace, not because it hurt, as it was the opposite of pain. Merely to let the cocks filling my lower extremities recede into the background, and give the utmost attention that I could to the shaft filling my mouth and throat. Even as I orgasmed over and over, far exceeding five, my tongue could still dance over his sizable prick to encourage him to fill my mouth with hot cum.

Even though Dan was the last to enter me, he was the first to finish, seven spurts of his love juice quickly swallowed to give room to the next. Sucking his cock to get the last few drops of salty nectar, letting myself feel the cocks plundering the other end of my body when he pulled out with a satisfied, "Damn! Amazing talent."

Master and Jerry had an unusual rhythm going, sometimes moving in opposite directions, in syncopation so it was nearly always a single cock at once. Other times, they thrust together, both shafts suddenly stuffing me full. Those were the times I climaxed the hardest, going from just the head breaching my body, to every inch of their long, thick pricks packing me to the brim with hard shafts. Both Master and Jerry continued to fuck me five minutes past Dan, almost a contest to see who could last longer. Jerry grunted first, his prick throbbing in my butt as he flooded my rectum with sperm, Master seconds behind him, filling the other cavity with hot, white cream.

I'd cum a dozen times; seven more than I had permission for, earning seventy swats, to be administered to train Kadina. I cleaned my Master's cock, saturated in our fluids. Reneé was cleaning off her Master's shaft with a wet towel, then cleaning my gapping bottom, stretched by her Master, while I performed my chores.

I thanked Jerry for the wonderful fucking, and Reneé for her kind attentions and sharing her husband with me. She smiled and kissed my lips.

"He told me how superb your blow job was last night. I thank you for giving my Master so much pleasure."

"He returned the favor this morning. My asshole feels quite stretched," I said. "You're lucky to have such a vigorous Master."

Reneé grabbed his arm and looked up at him with adoring eyes. "I know. I thank my lucky stars that Lisa came into my store and seduced me so I had the opportunity to meet him."

"That sounds like a story which bears repeating," I said.

"Your Master has asked that we all complete your survey. I'm sure we'll have some time to share good stories."

I looked at my Master. "Hey, I had time to do other things besides arrange for your fucking."

"I only have one iPad with me, sir. It will take hours."

"I gave the others to Lynn. We have sufficient to get them all done in a couple of hours, then, we head to Brianna's where you'll be marked."

I kissed him. "Thank you, sir. We need to strip Master Bill's bed. Shasta squirted last night."

Reneé and Sandy helped me to strip the bed, and Evelyn soon arrived with clean linens. She remained to help make it up again. I apologized for the mess I'd helped create.

"If anyone deserved a good orgasm like that, and I'm sure you've helped others, Shasta deserved it."

"That's the way I felt about it," I said.

We returned to the patio, where I helped set up five iPads so those who hadn't taken the survey could. While they were completing the survey, Master was talking to Kadina about responsible punishment. He discussed the reason's why reasonable punishment was good for both the Dominant and the submissive, (it makes us feel more submissive and them more Dominant), to the various types of instruments good for punishment, and where they might be applied. How you should test anything new on yourself before using it on your slave so you understand what it will do to them.

He talked about what to look for when applying punishment, the marks made, how to avoid breaking skin, avoiding bruising, so that one can continue to enjoy the perfection and beauty of their submissive. He told her about the use of orgasms to help your slave withstand severer punishments.

"Beth has had twelve orgasms already, so she's well prepared to receive a stiff spanking. Never impose punishment if you're angry at your submissive for some reason. Control is important. I lost control of my anger once with Beth and harmed her more than I should. I was using a paddle, so I didn't break her skin, but I left bruises which took a few days to clear. You need to maintain control, because your submissive has none but her safe word, and may be reluctant to use it.

"My belief is that you've failed your submissive if they have to use their safe word. You are the guardian of their safety. They should never have to be concerned for it, knowing you will stop before they are truly harmed. Beth has earned seventy swats for climaxing without permission. I want you to apply thirty-five swats with your hand, then thirty-five more with the paddle you will use on Angela. After Beth is marked, she'll be off limits for sex or punishment for a few days, and I'm leaving soon, but Lynn has trained well and has both a male and female slave, so she can show you the various types of whips and canes that may be used on Angela. My understanding is Beth picked out a nice flogger for you to use on Angela?"

"Yes, Joshua."

"After you've given Beth twenty strokes with the paddle, give her a couple more orgasms with your fingers before you give her the balance. Don't think of it as sex. You're not having sex with her, you're punishing her in a way that is best for her, and will do the least amount of harm. It's like giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation is not kissing, but providing lifesaving aid to someone who might die without it. It won't take long to make her cum twice."

"I understand."

"I always find it useful when first starting out, to make your submissive keep count for you, and to thank you for each swat. It helps you to keep track, and it reminds them that you're doing something they should be thanking you for, living their submission in a loving and responsible way. Also, it is important not to neglect aftercare. When a scene, which is what we call these little interludes between Dominant and submissive, is over, it is important to administer aftercare. It's what prevents this from being more like what you experienced as an involuntary slave, and what a submissive experiences. I will take care of her aftercare as her Master, and because it often does involve some form of sex."

"Thank you for showing me this, Joshua."

Master nodded and said, "Over her lap, Beth."

"Yes, Master."

I laid my nude body over her lap, my hands and feet on the patio floor, my ass thrust up in the air. There were a number of interested bystanders watching me take my punishment, most of them naked themselves, waiting to take my survey, or having taken it and interested in watching a naked slave be punished.

"Keep count, slave, and thank me for each stroke," Kadina said.

"Yes, Mistress."

Her hand fell and the warmth spread over my buttocks, beginning to seep into my cunt. "One, thank you, Mistress."

As the spanking proceeded, Master reiterated what types of things to look for, signs of bruising, the redness created in fair skin like mine, how that might differ from spanking someone with darker skin. I'd easily slipped into subspace but maintained enough awareness to maintain my count and thank Kadina for my punishment. I felt my pussy melt, and the fluids of my arousal start to leak down my thighs.

Master pointed it out to Kadina. "Despite the pain she's experiencing, Beth is aroused, because you're touching upon the deepest parts of her submissive soul. She is surrendering that part of herself to you, and trusting you to keep it and cherish it."

I had no doubt but that I would orgasm, even without Kadina finger fucking me, perhaps even before that occurred. My pussy felt sloshy. It didn't happen during her hand spanking, although that was delightful, her bare hand making contact with my naked bottom. Five strokes into the paddle though, I was ready.

"Permission to cum, Mistress," I pleaded.

Master said, "It's your decision, Kadina. You are in charge of her at the moment. If you grant permission, you may skip the fingering later. If you don't, you'll need to add ten more strokes to the total."

"You have permission to cum, slave," Kadina said, and with her next stroke I did, the pleasure washing through my body, leaving me limp, though I still remembered to count and thank her.

I was nearly ready to cum again before she was finished. Master took care of it for me, pulling me into his lap, kissing me, telling me how strong I was, how delightful, how pleasing, then finger fucking me to two more orgasms with his permission.

"You did very well, Kadina. I'm proud of you," Master said, still stroking and cuddling me to my immense satisfaction. I loved my submission, my Master, and sitting in his arms, despite the fire in my ass.

She acknowledged his praise with a smile.

"Why don't you spank your slave now," Master said.

"What excuse would I have for punishing her?" Kadina asked.

"None, except it's what she truly wants in her slutty submissive soul, to submit to her Dominant and surrender control to you," Master replied. "If you are uncomfortable applying her aftercare when you're finished, someone else may do it for you, but it's always better if you can do it yourself."

So Angela draped her naked body over Mistress Kadina's lap and received thirty swats with her paddle. Halfway through, Kadina fingered her slave, giving her two orgasms. When her punishment was over, she held Angela and praised her for her submission, giving her a chaste kiss, though I could see she longed to give her more.

Angela pleaded for her Mistress to let her lick her, but Kadina refused, still trapped in her upbringing, unable to let go. "If you must lick someone, lick Sahar for allowing me to use her wife as a training tool."

Angela turned to Sahar, and Sahar let her between her thighs, accepting what should have been Kadina's devotion. Angela did a good job too, bringing Sahar to her third plateau before taking her over the top. Angela would be a top notch slave.

When everyone had finished my survey, Julia asked, "Will you tell us how we scored?"

"While this will help me refine my data and the overall quality of the survey, do you really have any question about how you would score?" I asked. "You not only are a pleasing slave who has willingly surrendered to your 'true Master' as you called him, but you have a slave of your own, who apparently is very satisfied with her submission. You can't be anything other than a switch. The only person I have questions about, is Mistress Brianna. She admitted last night that she was submissive to a male at one time. Will the length of time since that event show reduced signs of primarily Dominant switch, or what I might expect for one who clearly Dominates so many."

"That wasn't the last time she was submissive to a male," Marcia said. "I was reluctant to let Sam breed her as a Dominant. Like other husbands and wives, I had my doubts about allowing my spouse to have extra-marital sex. I insisted Brianna submit to my Master during her breeding, thinking it would make her less likely to steal my man after she submitted, especially as an avowed lesbian. I made all of the women submit to him who were seeking his sperm. Of course now, I realize that for any Dominant, putting a submissive slut in front of him is more likely to arouse his interest, not less so. I also realize that the bonds between us are too strong to ever be torn asunder, although he still managed to fall in love with another submissive slut. He didn't lose his love for me in doing so. He simply added her to his heart. I no longer need Brianna's slaves to submit to him, though they often do anyway, because they are submissive, and they recognize a strong Dominant."

"Out of curiosity, Marcia, why do you only remain a part-time submissive? You clearly love your submission," I asked.

"I thought that by being submissive when working, I'd open myself to submissive behavior at work, something that would never be acceptable. Since I originally became a submissive to force Sam to lose weight, I also wanted to maintain his dedication to keeping the weight off, as he loses my submission if he gains weight."

"While losing weight was a good goal for him, you offered your submission because you are submissive. A non-submissive would never offer submission to accomplish another goal. Sam wouldn't have accepted, if deep down inside, he wasn't at least a little bit Dominant."

"I probably was," Sam admitted, "though non-practicing, because my upbringing didn't make the idea of walloping a woman's ass as something to be admired and enjoyed. I've often wondered if my first wife wasn't a slut in search of a Master, and she would have welcomed me taking her over my knee and making her regret her infidelity. As it was, my first marriage did an effective job of shattering my ego and self image. I was pretty much a wreck before the marriage ended. I only discovered that propensity in myself when Marcia offered it to me. I couldn't have asked her for it."

"Rhonda, do you lose track of your submission while you work. Does it affect your ability to do your job?" I asked.

"I haven't found that to be true. Mistress removes my collar before I go to work, and I put it on after I'm done. Having the collar on, makes me feel submissive. Having it come off, puts me back in a business frame of mind. I don't feel any confusion between the two states of mind."

"You mean if I submitted to my Master all the time, except when I'm at work, it would be unlikely to cause work related issues?" Marcia asked.

"I haven't found it so, but we're all different," Rhonda said. "I probably had a hard time finding my own submission as a black woman, to whom historical slavery was abhorrent. Finding myself in submission to a white woman, shocked me, yet, I'm not submissive to her because I'm black and she's white. I'm submissive to her because to me, she's a Dominant female, and I'm a submissive lesbian.

"It has nothing to do with race, only our personalities. I don't find Mistress to be racist at all. She doesn't exhibit any bigotry towards anyone. Even in our scenes, she doesn't use racial slurs, knowing they might hurt me more than calling me her slutty bitch. I am a slutty bitch. I will never be a nigger bitch. Our colors have nothing to do with anything. Which is why she can be submissive to Shasta while she's working. Shasta isn't a black female, she's a more Dominant female. Mistress responds to her Dominance the way she responds to Master or Mistress Dark, or anyone more Dominant than herself. It's also why she was such an effective Domina to Janet, and Cindy, women more submissive than herself. She is such a switch, I can see her go from begging for her Master''s touch to making you beg for hers without hesitation.

"Of course her propensity to Dominate more submissive females got her into major trouble with Mistress Dark when she attempted to usurp Rose and Penelope when she was around them and Mistress Dark wasn't. She won't do that again. Both Mistress Dark and Master saw to that and nipped it in the bud. As Master put it, 'How do you think I would feel if someone tried to take my submissives away from me?' It shouldn't be done under any circumstances."

"My Master and Sahar made sure the man who tried doing it to him, died," I said. "I was not a toy or plaything to be easily replaced. I was his most prized possession. He offered five hundred million dollars for the return of Hannah, Jìngyi and me, with Master William's help. They didn't believe it was a serious offer. Perhaps it was too much. Schultz said, 'Who would offer a half billion dollars for three slave cunts.' That's all any woman was to them, a slave cunt, with no more value than they could be sold for. I believe both of them had been wounded by women in the past, that they would think so little of all women. Would you have paid it if they accepted your offer, Master?"

"In a heartbeat," Master said, "though I still would have hunted him down and killed him for what he did to you. Even if I'd been foolish enough to leave him be after he released you, Sahar would have hunted him down on her own."

"We understand each other, Joshua," Sahar said. "You can't let bastards like him thrive. They're mad dogs for whom the only treatment is to shoot them. I'm sorry if I offend anyone to whom the law means something, but Schultz was a policeman. He violated every oath he ever took. If scum like him is allowed to live, there is no justice in this world."

"Schultz is still wanted," Marcia said. "Have you let anyone know that he's dead?"

"And get arrested for taking the law into my own hands," Sahar said. "Fat chance. I tortured that bastard to find out the whereabouts of Beth, Hannah and Jìngyi, and to recover all the information he kept on his worldwide human trafficking operations. It was that information that allowed all of those raids at the same time all over the world and saved hundreds of slaves. The governments and police forces hadn't stopped him or his operation for years, because he was one of those investigating the crimes. Joshua did more to end his reign of terror than all the nations of the world put together. He wasn't the only corrupt official either. In his computer, he had lists of the people he'd paid bribes to, or blackmailed, to keep his operation going. Even in this country, FBI, ICE, anyone who might have been able to halt his operations was influenced. They arrested corrupt police and officials in many different countries."

Bill said, "In NYC, they had a deputy police commissioner and an Assistant District Attorney in their pocket. The DPC was running security for the illegal slave auction that Richard and Marnie helped bring down. It was a comprehensive operation."

"Lucia was raped by soldiers," Sahar said. "If you can't depend on your government to protect you, who can you depend on? Sometimes, you can only depend on yourself or a few good people willing to take on injustice. Marcia, do the police know where Mark Spagnoli is? Will Kadina get justice?"

"We have a good idea of where he went when he left here. Not so much where he is now," Marcia said. "He initially fled to Bosnia and Herzegovina. He's no longer there. Best guess is he's in a warm weather climate, like Cambodia or Indonesia."

"Do any of those countries extradite to the US?" I asked.

"No," Marcia admitted.

"I would be willing to bet that wherever he is, Mark has got another slave he's beating, raping and terrorizing," Sahar said. "A leopard does not change his spots."

"That's probably true," I said. "If he has access to human chattel, he's probably bought someone else. It worked for him before and he may be someplace that's rather lawless anyway. There are thousands of islands in the Indonesian Archipelago if that's where he went. A relatively small, unpopulated island with lax police who don't receive much upper level supervision. Relatively easy to do."

I saw Master and William look at each other. I suspected Sahar might know sooner or later where Spagnoli was hiding. They both seemed to be men who appreciated justice without too much concern for the legal niceties when legality just might not be enough. Tadeo, Rodrigo and Francisco, hadn't died without at least the tacit understanding of Master even though he would have kept out of the decision. Even Edgar wouldn't do anything he knew Master wouldn't approve of.