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SCOTT
Reneé got dressed in the bedroom with me. What modesty existed between Master and slave? It didn't take her long as she hadn't worn much to begin with; Gwen apparently warning her that Masters liked easy access to their slaves. In five minutes we were both ready to go. I had her put her address into the navigation system so I could follow the directions to her apartment.
"Did you have a good time, Reneé?" I asked.
"A marvelous time, sir. It's hard for me to comprehend you'd do this for your wife."
"It's not totally magnanimous on my part," I said. "I've been able to enjoy myself with others as well. You for instance."
Reneé blushed. "Thank you, sir. I'm given to understand this ends in a few days. Is that correct?"
"Friday. I know Julia is enjoying herself and might like to continue, but I don't think I can keep seeing her with others day after day. Nor her me, for that matter. I'm glad she was honest with me. At some point, continuing with her slavery would end up being destructive to our marriage. I can't see how it wouldn't be. At some point, sex with your spouse can't remain the special thing it should be."
"I understand. It's too bad. I would have liked to experienced more."
She started removing her cuffs and collar. "Gwen gave me these to wear to identify myself as a slave at the party. If I'm not to be one anymore, I shouldn't wear these."
"Probably not a good idea. A collared slave without a Master could find herself taken by a dominant who would not be as kind or gentle as what you've experienced. We visited a club where the slaves could be treated quite harshly. Neither of mine nor myself enjoyed the experience as much as we might have were we not so worried about what could happen. The spanking I gave you was nothing compared to some which could have been administered there."
"Still, I enjoyed myself. If I found the right person, I wouldn't mind submitting to another. Are you sure you don't want another slave, sir?"
"Once I lose my slave, I will no longer be a Master, not even to Lisa. I can't be with other women because I want to. It's dishonorable to my wife. If given a choice, would you prefer to be dominated by a man or a woman?" I asked, struck by an idea.
"Either would probably be fine by me. I seem to enjoy both equally. I loved having sex with you last night, sir, but I loved being with Rose too. I didn't even mind Edward and Regina except for Ron suffering her invective and insults. For me, sex is sex and I'm not fussy about who I have it with."
"Thereby doubling your chances for a date on Saturday night."
"What, sir?" Reneé asked.
"It's an old joke. Being bisexual doubles your chances of a date on Saturday night."
Reneé laughed. "Yes, I suppose that's true."
"What if I told you I knew someone who might be interested in having their own slave? It's a man and at least for now, you'd be his only slave. I don't know how he'd feel sharing you with anyone else, so if he was your Master, you might not be able to have sex with females again. I believe he would be relatively kind, as Masters go, and not do anything which would harm you more than some bondage, spankings, and perhaps orgasm denial. Would you be interested in knowing more?"
"Of course, sir. I've enjoyed my experiences thus far. Finding someone who could care for me as you care for your own slaves would be marvelous. I was even afraid of being spanked, but it wasn't that bad."
"Some spankings could be worse. I spank both Lisa and Julia harder than you, but I didn't start out spanking them this hard. We grew into it together. I was easier on you because it was your first time and also because you carry less meat on your bones. But I suspect with him, anything he did with you; the pain would have completely dissipated within a couple hours."
"I understand, sir."
"Would it matter to you if he was African-American?"
"Oh, please, sir., tell me it's Master Jerry."
"Yes, it is. Did you enjoy meeting Jerry?"
"I did, sir. He seems very nice. He seemed to care about my comfort and pleasure when he was with me. I was hoping he'd bid on me last night."
"I was pretty determined to have you once last night. It might have been quite the bidding war. Fortunately for me, Jerry wanted to bid on my wife because he knows her slavery is ending. Chen wanted to purchase you, too, but we reached an arrangement when he agreed to bid with me for Rose though he still bid me up so I paid what you were worth."
"I can't tell you how exciting it is to be displayed and sold, Master. Having men and women bidding for you when you'd happily fuck any one of them. I was so aroused."
"Julia reacts the same way. Remember, if you were really being sold, it might not be to someone who'd you'd willingly fuck for free. Our auctions are tame affairs, with people I know and trust, and it's only for a few minutes of fun. Being sold by a white slaver would be very much different. You could end up anywhere, from whorehouses to people who are more masochist than dominant. People who want to see your white skin striped and perhaps bleeding from a whip or cane or something equally as harsh. Do not take our auction as an example of what could really happen to you if you're sold."
"Yes, sir. I understand. Know who you're being sold to and for how long."
"I'm going to give you Jerry's phone number. I want you to think about it for a few days, and if you think you're still interested, you can call him."
"Can't I call him today, sir?"
"I don't recommend it. We're not talking about a weekend of fun and games. Jerry will be looking for a full time submissive. From the time you get up in the morning to the time you fall asleep at night, your duty is to serve him fully in any way he desires. He might not even want you to work, though as he works himself, he might not mind if your schedules coincided. You should really consider if this is what you want. Even Julia committed for only three weeks and she believed she would enjoy herself and it was to her husband, who she trusted implicitly not to do anything which might really harm her. You might want to consider a trial period yourself, talk to Jerry about his expectations and yours perhaps with another experienced slave and dominant present to discuss things with."
"Like Rose and Mistress Dark?"
"I think it would be wise and certainly couldn't hurt. It's a huge commitment and you are young."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"I will tell him you've expressed an interest in subservience and are considering him as a Master. I will also tell him not to contact you, but to wait for your call. If you haven't called him in how long, should he give up hope?"
"I will call him one way or the other in two weeks, sir. If I haven't decided by then, it's probably a no, and I should tell him so."
"He'll be happy to know he won't have to wait that long for your decision."
"What if he doesn't want me, sir?"
"I suppose that's always a possibility, though highly unlikely. If he says he's not interested, I'll call you and tell you."
"Thank you, sir." She handed me her collar and cuffs. "For Jerry if he wants to own me and I want to be owned as a slave girl."
"I'm sure he'll remain hard from the time I tell him until you've given him his decision."
Reneé laughed. "Would you remain hard, sir?" She teased.
"It would be hard not to," I laughed back.
We arrived at her apartment shortly after and she kissed me goodbye. "Thank you, sir, for everything. Please say goodbye to everyone else for me."
"Of course. Good fortune, Reneé. Whatever happens and whatever you decide, I hope you have a good life."
Returning home, it appeared the slaves had all been in some type of a daisy chain. Their heads were lying on or near the cunt of another one, though the licking seemed to have ended before I got home. The cum glazing their faces had dried somewhat and no longer glistened. I grunted; needy slaves, I thought. Julia lifted her head from where it rested on Rose's thigh.
"Good afternoon, Master. We've been taking good care of Rose as you ordered."
"And yourselves, it appears. Get up. Let's go to the basement and finish the bondage furniture so it will be ready when Mistress Dark returns tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," she said and she stirred the others too wakefulness. I let them wash their faces off before we went downstairs. Lisa had worked on this enough she was becoming somewhat competent. Rose was starting from scratch, so I mostly had her sanding and buffing individual pieces, Lisa was wiping the sanding dust off and Julia applied the stain. We could apply the varnish after supper. At some point, watching three naked slaves working on bondage furniture resulted in my acquiring my first erection of the day.
Since I'd helped Reneé cum during brunch, and Julia cum in the hot tub, it was one of the other slaves turn. Of course all three of them probably climaxed like mad while I was gone, so none of them were likely as needy as I was. Since I knew Rose's sexual preferences, I decided to fuck Lisa. I did fuck Rose yesterday twice, even though she had to help me get hard the second time. I put Lisa's hands and neck into the stocks and took her from behind, sliding into her moist muff. She orgasmed quickly enough she could cum twice before I shot my load deep inside her. Rose offered to clean up after me, so while Rose licked Lisa, Julia sucked me clean. All in all, quite a tidy enterprise considering we were dealing with bodily fluids. Then we went on as if nothing had happened. Compared to yesterday, almost nothing had.
At five, I called a halt and said we could order food to be delivered. "No, Thai," I said when Julia opened her mouth. "I'm sick of Thai food. Let's take our chances on something else."
Julia laughed. "Yes, Master. We had good luck with Boston Market and Grubhub delivery last time. I wouldn't mind them either."
"Of course you wouldn't." I started climbing the stairs, staring at three well formed asses climbing in front of me. "Well, there's three of you today, so flipping a coin is out of the question. Why don't you draw straws."
"Draw straws for what, Master?" Rose asked.
"Tipping the delivery person," Lisa and Julia answered together, laughing.
"We like to offer the delivery person a special tip," I said. "Whichever hole they want if they're a guy. We haven't gotten a girl yet, but it's only a matter of time. Or we could leave it up to the driver which slave they'd like to have."
"I'll get three toothpicks, Master," Julia said, sprinting up the stairs. "I'd like the choice to be up to chance instead of someone else's choice."
"Very well."
As soon as I made it up the stairs, Julia handed me three toothpicks. I turned away, broke off the tip of one of them and put them evenly aligned in my left hand. I turned around, handing it to Rose first. She chose a long one, Lisa chose next and drew the short one.
"We have a winner," I said.
"No fair," Julia complained. "She just got fucked."
"You wanted to leave it up to chance and not some random person's personal preference," I said. "You can't bitch now."
"Can I change my mind?" She asked hopefully.
"Sorry, a deal's a deal. Besides you don't know Lisa will get fucked, she may end up having to lick someone."
"Fat chance. We've gotten a guy delivery person every time. They're probably standing in line to deliver to our house."
"Or the managers may realize the guys are taking too long to deliver here for whatever reason and send a woman this time. Find something you want to eat and put in your order."
All three slaves found something to their liking. I got the meatloaf. I hadn't had any in quite awhile. We were told the food would be here in forty minutes. I sent Julia to get a ten dollar bill as an alternative tip. No one had taken the money yet but there was always a first time. I decided to put on shorts. It might be rude if we did have a female delivery driver and I was sitting here in my altogether.
As the time for delivery rolled around, I sat on the couch with a slave on each arm. The doorbell rang and Lisa went to the door naked to take delivery. Two guys were standing at the door, gawk eyed, including the guy who delivered last time, the geek with glasses, plus a different one.
"Excuse me," he said haltingly. "This fellow's new and I'm showing him the ropes."
Julia turned to me with a gleam in her eye. "Master?" She asked.
"We don't increase the tip because two people showed up, slave. The tip is the tip. They have to share. Do you hear that, Lisa?"
"Yes, sir."
"Take care of it."
"Gentlemen, can I please take the food," Lisa said, holding out her hands.
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