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We paid our deductible and headed to the courthouse after stopping for lunch at a BBQ. I had the biggest craving for some ribs. I got a half slab and a salad so I could still say I was eating right. At the courthouse, Lisa and I both filed restraining orders, since he quasi threatened both of us. We showed the clerk the disgusting texts he'd sent.
"Have you got anymore since Sunday?" He asked. "These aren't very recent, maybe he's calmed down."
"I don't know. We blocked his number," Lisa said. "I'll unblock it and see if anything comes through."
She removed the block and the text alert noise went off over and over for several minutes. Apparently, they got stored in the ether, just waiting for her to remove the block. Lisa handed the phone to the clerk. She had no desire to see what other shit he'd sent.
"Some of these are threatening violence," he said. "You won't have any problem getting your temporary restraining order. Copy the last fifteen of these texts and e-mail them to me. I'll attach it to your request."
Lisa did. "Can I delete these now?" She asked.
"I wouldn't just yet unless you print them all out first, so you have a record to bring to court."
"Why do we have to go to court?" I asked.
"This is a temporary restraining order, good for sixty days. To be made permanent, you must go to family court and have a judge rule on it. This is your court date." He slid over a document listing the courtroom, day and time for our hearing. "Deputies will attempt serving the restraining order on the other party, but it might take a few days. You can call the police if he makes any attempt at contact in violation of the restraining order and it will subject him to arrest, though he probably won't be held more than overnight unless he's committed some other crime."
Wonderful, a day in court for an asshole who doesn't deserve another minute of our time. "What happens if he doesn't show up to court? Do we have to go again?"
"No. If he doesn't show up to fight it, the judge makes it permanent."
"We can still block his number can't we?"
"Yes, but you may not want to, at least after a few days. Attempts to call and text would be violations of the restraining order. Once you know it's been served, if you unblock the number, you can call the police if he continues to contact you."
"Do we get notified when Jack has been served," Lisa asked.
"You should be notified."
"Let's block him until we're notified, otherwise you won't be able to leave your phone on," I said. "It looks like you got over 200 texts from him since Sunday. Check your e-mail and see if he's attempted contact that way, too. Let's see if we can block his e-mail address. What a fucking jerk!"
We thanked him for his time and headed to a place we could buy Janet's slave gear. The place Master had taken us at the beginning of our slavery was too rough and too sleazy for us. I wouldn't go back to that place without a male escort and I wasn't going to call one of our friends to go to a sex shop with us. I did know of a place I'd bought some racy lingerie at before, crotchless panties, and peek-a-boo bras, that I seemed to recall had a selection of higher class sex toys and maybe some light BDSM gear. If I didn't find anything there, I'd go to Petland and buy a nice dog collar, medium sized dog for the neck, smaller dog collars for the wrists and ankles.
My memory served me well. The place did have a selection of nicer stuff. We picked out some things we could play with, even a nice leash. I thought again how nice it might be to make Zoe my bitch. I don't know why, since I was the one who arranged for Master to sleep with her, but for some reason, seeing her sexy and pregnant on Master's bed, under his covers aggravated me, almost as if Master had made her pregnant, even though I knew he hadn't. More hormonal emotions, maybe, nothing to do with Zoe and everything to do with me.
We had our exercise gear with us, so we didn't need to go home, and it would be out of the way to do so anyway, so we ate out for the second time and since Master was out of school and on his way to Brianna's, I sent him another text.
Doctor Sturgis holding appointment for next Friday until tomorrow. Beg, borrow, steal all Lucia's medical records and e-mail to Dr. Sturgis tomorrow. She will review the file tomorrow night and if she thinks she can help, will pencil in the appointment. More tests may be required, starting Monday. Suggest bringing Lucia home with you, letting her stay with us while medical visits necessary. We can see she makes it to doctor and lab tests. Let me know what's decided so we can prepare welcome.
I took a picture of the doctors card with her email address and sent it with the text.
Suddenly remembering the other, more important news, I had to impart, I sent another text. Congratulations, Master. You're having a son. Oh, and we filed restraining order against Jack. Temporary, sixty days. Must go to court to make permanent. Rah.
I should have led with that news, but que sera, sera.
We met the others at the gym. I asked Janet how she was doing.
"You're fiendish!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe you're making me masturbate every hour and won't let me climax. It's all I can think about."
"What about the collar and nudity? Are you feeling a change in your state of mind?"
"I don't know if it's a state of mind or a state of plumbing. I'm wet all the time. I feel I should be wearing sanitary napkins. I've had to wipe my legs a couple times; I was trickling."
The rest of us laughed. We knew exactly what she meant.
"A slave has to be ready to fuck at a moments notice. Master doesn't want to get us ready for sex. He wants to have sex. I swear the only time I don't have vaginal fluids flooding my cunt is immediately after a shower," I said. "The second my collar goes back on, I flood. There seems to be a direct connection from my collar to my cunt. I doubt he's had a seconds worth of difficulty shoving his prick in my pussy since I became a slave, and it's not because I'm not tight. I work hard to keep a tight twat. If I wore underwear, I'd be washing them constantly. It gets worse if I'm tied or bound in any way. I've orgasmed from being displayed and sold for sex. You got a taste of that when I made you display for us. The slightest touch could have made you cum. If anything, it will become more pronounced as you go deeper into submission."
"I couldn't believe it when Julia first told me she was cumming all the time. It didn't seem possible the sex could be that good. Only once I began to experience it did I realize what she meant," Lisa said.
"Lisa and I bought you your own collar and cuffs. Are yours in your car right now?"
"Yes," Janet admitted.
"I'll replace yours tomorrow. I don't want to do it tonight. I want to go home and fuck Lisa. On the whole, I don't get enough fucking for my taste."
"You'll find one of the worst ways a Master can punish you is to keep you from having sex and orgasms," Lisa said. "You're only getting a whiff of it. Try wearing a Slave Trainer for several hours or a day. Being denied a climax once an hour is a breeze and it's only while you're at home. Imagine if it was at work, or at night while you're trying to sleep. You'll realize Julia's being kind to you, not fiendish."
"Doesn't feel that way to me now."
"It will before we're done," I promised. Janet shivered.
Exercise went well. We were all hot and sweaty when we finished. Lisa and I took showers there since we had clothes to wear. It meant we could get right to it when we got home. My clothes tended to be loose and flowing, so as not to impede Master's use of me, but when I put my clothes on after showering, some of them seemed snug. I might have to go out and buy some maternity clothes, soon. Maybe this weekend. Master could go with and help pick out things he found sexy. As if he could still find my body sexy anymore. Around 10:45, I got a text from Janet. She'd gone too far and climaxed. After one AM, I got another, saying she'd orgasmed again. I wasn't surprised to get another text at 7:30 AM saying she'd slipped up some more. Submissives find it difficult to avoid cumming. I'd learned that early and often.
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