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I smiled at her. "Keep in mind they may be well used tomorrow and various parts of their bodies may have more difficulty tolerating pain on Tuesday."
"An interesting experiment in itself," Sarah said. Lisa looked worried. "But I'll make sure her body is flooded with endorphins before we punish her." Lisa looked relieved. Endorphins meant she would be cumming frequently.
"A glass of wine while we watch a little TV or we talk while our slaves satisfy us?" I asked.
"That would be lovely," Sarah said. "Do you by any chance have HBO Now? I was watching 'Game of Thrones' when I started my trek, but only saw the first episode before hiking. I'd like to catch up."
"Of course," I replied. "Julia, why don't you get things ready while I pour us some wine." Julia left for the living room to turn on the TV. "What would you like to drink? I've got Cabernet, Sauvignon, Pinot Noir, Pinot Grigio, and Shiraz."
"Something light, with sweet notes."
"The Pinot Grigio then." I got the bottle and opened it, allowing it to breathe while I got the glasses.
"Thank you, Scott. In case we don't have much time tomorrow or before you go to work on Wednesday, I also wish to thank you for your hospitality, inviting me into your home and extending me the use of your slaves. It's been an entirely unexpected break in my trip and one which has been very surprising. It has taught me a lot about myself I did not know before. You've been very generous in your cordiality. I could not have imagined this."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you're enjoying your stay. It's been a pleasure having you as our guest, isn't that right, Lisa?"
"Yes, Master."
I poured the wine into four glasses, giving two to Sarah and carrying two myself. We went into the living room where Julia knelt, waiting for us with the start of episode two queued on the TV. I sat down in my favorite chair while Sarah sat on the couch.
"Julia, start the episode and then I want you to seduce me with the best blow job you can. You may have your wine after I cum."
"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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