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She continued to cum for a long time. Long enough for me to catch the end of her orgasm and insert my seed deep in her rectum. When she forced me out of her after, I turned off the Slave Trainer, setting my timer for fifteen minutes. She relaxed on the lounge.
I went inside and cleaned myself off. I might like to use her mouth later. I came back out and started swimming laps. The water was wonderful on my cock. It's too bad society forced the wearing of swimsuits most of the time. Going into the pool sans suit was very pleasurable. The timer on the watch went off and I swam to the side of the pool and switched the Slave Trainer back on.
"You haven't gone to any of your physical fitness classes this week," I said. "You should come into the pool and swim laps with me. A Master wouldn't want his slave to get fat and unfit."
"Under any other circumstances, I'd agree with my Master," Julia said. "I'm not sure how well I'd be able to swim while having orgasms. I might drown."
I laughed. "I doubt that, though it might interfere with your stroke. I'm in the pool, I can pull you out of the drink if you start taking on water."
She got up and walked to the edge of the pool. God, she was incredible. All women were beautiful in their own way, but my wife was something special. She walked down the steps and into the water. She came up to me and kissed me.
"How is your day of unlimited orgasms going so far?" I asked.
"It's been less bad than expected, sir. At least my clit isn't being constantly stimulated. Of course, it's only been a couple hours so far. Ask me again when it's been at least eight hours."
"Which is worse; no orgasms or unlimited?"
"Thus far, Master, no orgasms is worse. Ask me again at the end of the day."
"Of course. Shall we swim?"
Julia leaned forward and started doing a crawl. As I might have expected, movement on her part increased the frequency and strength of her orgasms. Each time she had one, her form suffered and she'd flail a little as it was going on, then start to recover and pick up her stroke. She tried different strokes and eventually determined a modified elementary back stroke with limited kicking was the least provocative of her strokes. She was able to swim for about a half hour before her Slave Trainer died. She got out of the pool to change it and when it came out of her, it was thick with her cream.
"You'd better wash it before putting it back on the charger," I said.
She disappeared for a time, longer than I thought was necessary. When she returned I asked her about it and she said she also used the bathroom. That sounded reasonable to me. She set this one to the same pattern as the other and went back to the lounge. I got out of the pool and we both put more sunscreen on each other. This time, I didn't fuck her ass, though she asked me to, wishing to be free of the Slave Trainer for another fifteen minutes.
I laid down to rest and I could occasionally hear her moaning softly as she climaxed. Listening to my slave cum was stimulating to me and just before lunch, I used her mouth and when I'd cum, let her rest for another fifteen minutes. I went to the kitchen and got some sandwiches and more water and returned to the pool just as my alarm went off again. I turned it on and she moaned, more from disappointment than pleasure at this point.
After eating, I said we should go out for a walk and get our ice cream. "Put on the sundress you earned today," I said. "The other Slave Trainer has charged long enough. Don't forget to bring it. We wouldn't want to be running out of juice without having a replacement available, would we?"
"No, Master," Julia replied, though I could tell she would have been perfectly happy if the battery died while we were walking. Her face gave her away.
She put on her sun dress which was brief on top with her lovely erect nipples poking out of the thin fabric. It was also short, a little longer than a mini dress. It wouldn't show anything if she didn't bend over or a stiff breeze didn't blow it up. I stuffed a few paper towels and the spare Trainer in a shopping bag which I carried. The Dairy Queen was about six blocks away. We walked past Lisa's and she was in a bikini mowing her front lawn. She looked good, nearly as good as my slave. We stopped to talk to her for a few minutes. She turned off the mower and came up to us on the sidewalk.
"How are you doing, Julia?" She asked.
"I'm doing fine," Julia replied.
"I could tell," Lisa said. "That was quite the shout you gave earlier. I was out by my pool when I heard you scream." Julia blushed. "It's why I'm out here mowing. Had to work off a little of my frustration."
"I wondered why you didn't get a mowing service," I said.
"Jack isn't going to pay for it. It comes out of my alimony check, and I can always use the exercise. It comes in handy on days like today so I can work myself to exhaustion. Julia, are you cumming right now?"
I'd gotten another alert on my phone, so I knew she was. Julia was trying to hide it as best she could, but both of us knew her too well for us to be oblivious to her status.
"Yes," Julia admitted. "Master has the Slave Trainer inside me and he's giving me unlimited orgasms for the day."
"How many have you had so far?" Lisa asked.
"I don't know. I've lost count."
I glanced at the app. "Twenty-seven so far, since before breakfast. This keeps track for us." I showed her the app, a big 27 blinking at us from the screen.
"What time was before breakfast?" Lisa asked intrigued.
"Around eight or eight-thirty," I suggested.
"What time is it now?" Lisa asked, without a watch.
"Just before one," I replied.
"Holy shit. That's like five to six an hour," Lisa said.
"It seems like more," Julia said. "Master turns it off for fifteen minutes when he cums and he's cum twice since it went in. Plus the battery on the first one died and so I got a rest while I changed it out."
"No wonder your nips are poking out like pegs," Lisa said. Julia glanced down at her nipples and blushed again. "I'm going to have to clean my house after this. Mowing the lawn won't be enough."
All three of us laughed after her declaration. "We're going to the Dairy Queen for a sundae," I said. "Would you like to walk with us or can we bring you something back?"
"As appealing as that sounds, a sundae kind of defeats one of my reasons for doing this," Lisa replied, "and I suspect anything you buy would melt before you got it back to me. I'll pass. I'll talk to you later."
We continued on our way and Lisa went back to mowing her lawn. A couple more of our neighbors were out, one of them bringing their trash to the curb and one walking their dog. I stopped to speak to each one, more to put Julia on the spot than any neighborly friendliness. She did what she could to hide what she was going through and did a fairly good job of it from what I could tell. None of the people we spoke to seemed to pay her too much mind, though the dog kept sniffing Julia's leg, jumping up to get closer to the source of the interesting odor. The neighbor grew frustrated with trying to keep the dog off Julia's leg, so went on her way dragging the dog behind her. I had to laugh.
"At least the dog know's you're in heat," I said.
Julia laughed with me. "You're not far off, Master."
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