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We said our goodbyes to everyone. Zoe's, Marcia's and Chantelle's were particularly affectionate and loving to all of us. Chantelle winked at me as she rubbed her nude body all over Master as she kissed him. She'd promised me she would if she had the chance to do so. I kissed her as well. She was lovely and I was glad she wasn't going home with us for Master to fuck. Marcia also rubbed her nude body against Master as they kissed goodbye. She whispered something in Master's ear as their kiss ended. I detected Master's pants bulging as he started to get erect. Master and Sam shook hands. Master promised he'd send a picture of our bondage furniture and told Sam and Brianna he already had some ideas for some things which would double as bondage furniture yet look like something else. I was told to get in the back seat and Lisa was told to get in the front. Apparently, I was still being punished for my infraction. Master hadn't even told me I could wash Zoe's cum off my face.
As we navigated the heavy traffic around LA, Master told Lisa she could masturbate for her pleasure. He said she could cum four times. I was told nothing.
"I'm sorry, Master," I said from my gulag in the back seat.
"What are you sorry for?" Master asked.
"For spending so much time with Zoe, sir."
"I gave you permission to be with Zoe."
"Yes, Master, but I was gone a long time, even halfway through lunch."
"And why would that be a problem for me?" Master asked.
"The first duty of a slave is to ensure the pleasure of her Master. I was not available to you, sir. I was gone longer than you expected."
"How do you know how long I expected you to be gone? Did I give you a time limit?"
"No, Master. But you seem to be angry with me."
"Have I spoken a single harsh word to you?"
"No, sir."
"Then why do you believe I'm angry with you?"
"Because I was sent to a corner to eat, you've not given me permission to wash Zoe's cum off my face, because I'm in the back seat and Lisa is in the front, and because she's been given permission to cum and I have not. If that weren't enough, she's wearing the slave jewelry you purchased her and I'm not wearing anything. Because you've not once spoken a word of affection to me nor petted or caressed me since I came to lunch."
"I would guess from the amount of cum smeared on your face and Zoe's, you orgasmed plenty while with Zoe. I'm merely letting Lisa catch up to you."
"Yes, sir." He didn't really address any of the other concerns.
I was silent for twenty minutes without another word being spoken. The only sounds those of Lisa's fingers sluicing into her cunt and her sighs and moans of pleasure as she climaxed.
"Master, did you fuck Marcia?" I asked finally.
"Why would you think I had?" Master asked.
"There were signs of affection between you," I replied.
"What signs of affection?"
"She squeezed your arm after Zoe sucked your cock and she rubbed her nude body against you while she kissed goodbye, and whispered something in your ear."
"Sam wouldn't let me fuck his wife," Master said. Not that he didn't fuck her, only that Sam wouldn't let him fuck her.
Five more minutes of silence passed. Lisa must have had four orgasms. Even she wasn't making noise anymore.
"What did she whisper to you as you left?" I asked.
"She apologized again for her rudeness yesterday, told me I had a very strong hand and I should have little difficulty in keeping two slaves in line and I was a lucky man for having two such beautiful slaves."
I was unfamiliar with her rudeness as it happened when Lisa and I were in the pool, but Master said he'd spanked her and I could vouch for his strong hand. I did not think Lisa and I were as beautiful as Marcia and Chantelle, but I supposed we were pretty enough.
More silence followed. A lot more silence, tense with apprehension.
"Do you want to go back?" Master asked.
"What, sir?" I asked. "Go back where?"
"Do you want to go back there? Back to Brianna's estate and get fucked for three weeks? I can turn around."
"No, Master. I have no desire to go back there. I want to go home with you and Lisa."
"Are you sure? You certainly seemed to enjoy your time there."
"I did enjoy my time there, Master. It's a slave's paradise. But my place is with you. I don't want to stay at Brianna's."
"You certainly enjoyed your time with Zoe. Are you sure you don't want to go back?"
"You're not jealous of a woman, Master? Zoe's no competition for you."
"Why gone so long then?"
"Because Zoe was the woman before me, Master. She was the one you loved or cared deeply about before we met. Inside the slave part of myself I imagined her cum smeared on your face, your cock fucking her cunt. There was an extra thrill in fucking your old girlfriend, Master. More than almost anyone else, she'd be the one I most wanted to fuck, because you did. You know who else gives me an extra thrill, Master?"
"No."
"Lisa. It gives me an extra thrill fucking Lisa, because in addition to being my best friend, we're both fucking her. When I see your prick sliding through her wet pussy, I can almost cum from watching it. It's just twisted enough to satisfy the darkest part of myself. When I convinced you to fuck Rose, it made me feel good, because I was giving you something you'd deny yourself. I wanted Gwen to suck your cock under the table at Luigi's. I wanted her to prove she was worthy enough to fuck my Master. There is nothing I wouldn't give you, Master. Nothing. I want to be branded. I want you to mark me as your permanent slave. I love you so much. I belong completely and totally to you and I want to prove it to the world."
"You want to be branded?" Master asked. Quickly echoed by Lisa, as astounded as Master.
"Yes. Something to signify my ownership by you. Monique told me I can't get the piercings I want until six months after I deliver and I couldn't have another child for 24 months to ensure I'm healed before delivering again. I could get a tattoo, but it could fade or be covered up. I want to wear your brand, something even plastic surgery couldn't erase. I'm yours. I'll never belong to anyone else."
"I thought you regretted not taking Sam's offer to stay for three weeks, that you loved it too much to leave."
"No, Master. I will never willingly leave your side. Get it through your thick skull. I am now and forever will be yours. Nothing can tempt me away from you. Now, answer my question. Did you fuck Marcia?"
"I told you Sam would never let me fuck her."
"Which is not the same as saying 'I did not fuck Marcia', sir. Did she suck your cock? Did you fuck her ass? Did you lick her cunt?"
"No, I never did any of those things. We kind of agreed I would never fuck anyone you weren't allowed to fuck."
"I'm allowed to fuck slaves and I sucked Sam's cum out of her cunt twice today, which means you could fuck her. We also agreed that I would not restrict my Master from fucking other slaves if it would be a lesson or punishment to his own slaves. Perhaps you wanted to punish me for being with Zoe for so long."
"Master didn't fuck anyone, Julia," Lisa said. "I wasn't with him the entire time you were gone, being in the pool much of the time, but he never left and no one fucked anyone else."
"Would it make you jealous if I fucked Marcia?" Master asked.
"She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Master. I would be jealous of her, especially if I weren't with you. You started getting another erection when Chantelle and she kissed you goodbye. You orgasmed five times this morning by lunch and they were making you hard again as we're leaving."
"They are lovely, Julia, but I don't love them. I would far prefer to stick my cock in you than anyone else in the world."
"Thank you, sir."
"And for your information, I don't know why she touched me at lunch, but I believe she squeezed my arm because she approved of my handling of you by not punishing you for being gone so long. I didn't ask her, but it seemed like she agreed with me. I didn't set a time limit, so it would have been wrong to do so."
We were both silent again for quite awhile.
"We really do need to work on our communication skills," Master said.
"I don't know, Master. Perhaps. However, it seems to me most of our problems in so called communication exist because you don't believe I'm irrevocably yours. If you believe that, I'm not sure we have a communication problem. I will never, ever, from this moment until the day I die, belong to anyone other than you. You are my true and natural Master, my husband, the father of my child, my lover, and the only person I desire to spend my nights in bed with other than those you choose to give me to. That will never change; it's as indelible as if engraved in stone. If you truly believe it, nothing else matters. If I spend a few extra minutes with someone you give me to; or I cum when someone else you've shared me with gives me pleasure, it only matters because you gave me to them. I do not want to exchange places with anyone else. I do not want to be anyone else. I don't need to be with anyone else. You are all that's important to me. I would like to share you with Lisa, because I love you both, but if it meant losing you, I'd surrender her too. You and I, Master, and the child we'll share, are all that matters most to me in the world. There is no more important communication than that."
Master was silent again, absorbing everything I'd just said.
"Would you like to exchange places with Lisa and suck my cock?" Master asked.
"Nothing would please me more, Master," I said.
He pulled off the highway and slammed on the brakes. Finally, I had my Master back.
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