020
SCOTT
I was shocked as hell when Julia said she wanted to be branded. I couldn't imagine applying white hot metal to her beautiful skin and listen to it sizzle and watch it smoke. The thought of it disturbed me, yet she was so sure it was something she wanted to do; that somehow, it would prove beyond all shadow of a doubt she was mine and mine alone and forever would be. Merely the declaration she'd be willing to do it made my heart pound. It seemed something unequivocal in her declaration of love and submission.
She asked me a second time if I'd fucked Marcia. I answered her question once, though when she made her point in asking a second time, I could see the distinction between the two answers. If I'd fucked Marcia behind Sam's back, it wouldn't have been an honest answer. I had no intention of fucking anyone behind someone's back, but my answer could have been clearer.
I found both Marcia and Chantelle attractive; there was no denying they were sexy as hell. Goodness, all the women at Brianna's were eights and above, from their Mistress on down. Intelligent, funny, attractive; almost anything you might look for in a woman was there. Zoe was a nine. So were Brianna, Monique, and Riyuki. But so were Julia and Lisa. Not everyone could be a ten, but it wasn't solely physical appearance which made a woman special and shine. And they were all different; black, white, Asian, tall, short, dark, light, a world traveler's dream. But they weren't mine. Part of what made Julia and Lisa so special is they were mine.
Once again, it seemed I didn't understand my slaves. Or I did understood the nature of their desire for slavery, but bungled entirely the depth of their feeling for the one who owned them; me. Confusing the nature of their passion for their submission. I don't think anyone could have made it clearer than Julia when she declared her devotion and love for me, to the point of being willing to give up Lisa if it meant holding on to me. I could not imagine two friends closer than they were, and if Julia would surrender that friendship for me, then I was an idiot for ever thinking she wanted something from her submission other than exactly what she was saying. She wanted to be owned and possessed by me. It was all that was important to her and as long as I understood that one fact, I could never misunderstand anything that was said, or done by her. I thought I believed her before. I knew I believed her now.
When I asked her if she wanted to change places with Lisa and suck my cock, she said, "Nothing would please me more, Master," as if sucking my cock was the most important thing in her life at this moment. I pulled off the highway and slammed on the brakes. I was getting ready to tell Lisa to get in the back and I realized I was an idiot. To hell with a blow job, I wanted to fuck my slave in the worst possible way.
"Lisa, you drive. I'm going to join Julia in the back."
"Yes, Master."
She smiled at me and climbed into the drivers seat when I vacated it for the back seat.
"I'll drive carefully, Master."
"You do that. No one's going to be wearing a seatbelt. Let us know if any police come near."
Julia welcomed me with open arms, pulling me into a close embrace, raining kisses on my face and neck. Before Lisa pulled back on the highway, she had my zipper open and my cock pulled out. I was already hard, she didn't need to suck me at all. Rucking up her skirt, my cock slid right up her wet cunt. We didn't have a ton of room in the back seat, but I pulled her over so she straddled me. I had to bend my legs so I would fit, so she couldn't slide all the way down my pole, but she got far enough to make it worth our while.
"Master, I'm going to cum soon," she moaned.
"Not until I give you permission, slave."
"I love you so much, sir," Julia whimpered.
"I know you do. I finally understand how much. I love you too, slave."
Julia tried to slow down, delay her orgasm, the wet, sloppy sounds of our fucking dwindling away to almost nothing.
"Please let me cum, sir."
"Not yet, my wonderful slave," I panted.
Lisa passed a huge semi truck and he could look down in our back seat and see us, my cock plunging into Julia, her bare ass, and he blew a long note on his air horn. Julia orgasmed, writhing on my shaft, knowing she was being seen, unable to resist any more. I was startled too, though not so much I lost control, though her clinging cunt nearly did the job.
"I'm so sorry, Master," she gasped. "I couldn't control myself anymore."
"I know. I wanted an excuse to punish you."
"Please punish me hard, sir. I want you to. As hard as you've ever punished me. Prove to yourself you own me and I will never belong to another."
Julia was still pumping herself up and down my prick, riding out her orgasm. It felt so good.
"I don't think it's necessary to do so, slave. It took awhile but you've finally managed to convince me."
"Master, I don't just want you to know and understand on an intellectual level how much I belong to you. I want you to know it on an emotional level. I want you to believe it in a gut wrenching, stab in your heart, you can't believe it's happening, down to your DNA level. It's why I want you to brand me. If you do, you'll never again be able to disbelieve the depth of my devotion to you."
I stopped fucking her.
"I can't brand you," I said. "You're my wife. You're carrying our baby. The trauma could kill it even if I wanted to do it, which I don't."
"Yes," Julia said, "you're my husband, but the bond I share for my Master is deeper than the one I have for my husband. You can divorce your wife, cast me aside, but even if you divorce me, I'll still be your slave. Your brand shows the world that. If you want to wait for the baby to be born, I'll wait, but I want to do this."
"Julia, don't ask me again. I won't brand you."
"Your wish is my command, Master."
Good. Thinking about it was giving me a headache as well as a stomach ache. The very idea was nauseating. I resumed sliding into her. The next time Julia needed to cum, I let her. I already knew I'd be punishing her. More would be overkill. I orgasmed with her the third time she climaxed, sending my cum deep into her cunt. As soon as my pulses stopped, she dropped down to take my cock in her mouth, cleaning me off, before tucking my prick back in my pants. We finally put our seat belts on.
"May I please have my collar now, Master?"
"Yes, you may; and I'm sorry I didn't give it to you earlier."
I took out the bag and took out the collar.
"Bend your neck please," I said.
She lowered her neck and pulled up her hair. The collar went around her neck with a solid locking click.
"Master," she whispered, "I know you just orgasmed in me and I did three times, but if you were to touch me now, you wouldn't believe how wet I am."
"You like your collar then?"
"Yes, sir. Please put the bracelets on."
I took them out and locked them on. She kissed me, then settled against my side. We were seated next to each other and she leaned her head against me, eventually falling asleep.
"Lisa," I asked quietly, "when we get home, do you want to go home and think about your decision to accept my collar?"
"No, Master. If we intend to discuss things soon to determine how best to do this, I have no need to stop now. If you decide not to speak of it, I might eventually have to consider my alternatives, and depending on what we decide, I may have to anyway, but for now, and the next few months, I'm perfectly content with how things are."
"If I'm not going to flaunt your slavery, there's no reason for you not to play poker on Thursday. Do you want to play?"
"Of course, sir. It was one of the most enjoyable parts of my week, pre-slavery. I'd like to continue playing."
"Do you think it will be different playing with the boys now? Will they give you a hard time?"
"They always gave me a hard time, sir, just because I was the only woman playing. I don't expect it to change because they've all fucked me. It might even get better. So much was teasing innuendo before. Not much innuendo required after it's happened."
"I could say something to them if they get out of hand," I said.
"Please don't, Master. I'm a big girl. I chose to do this and I can fight my own battles. Besides, I assume we're going to tell everyone I'm your marriage plus one. We'll be saying we're in a polyamorous relationship regardless of what they believe about my slavery. Insulting me would kind of be like insulting your wife. I don't expect the ribbing to be too bad as a consequence."
"It will piss me off if it is."
"Don't make too much of it, sir. The more people see something gets your goat, the more they want to tug on its beard. Let me handle it."
"I wonder if Regina will continue playing?" I wondered aloud.
"You mean without slaves to play for, and only for money, sir?"
"Yes."
"I don't know Master. We'll see if she shows up on Thursday."
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