067
JULIA
Last night, Master showed me how to add my fingerprints to Rhonda's biometric slave collar and devices so I could remove them for her work. He showed us how to light our badges sigils and collars and to turn them off when we needed to be more discrete. I got fucked twice before bed, once while Rhonda and I were in a sixty-nine, and both Rhonda and I were fucked again this morning, while we ate each other out. Poor Lisa didn't get any sex, although Master did spend time kissing her and caressing her lovely breasts before we went to sleep last night. We had to get up several times during the night, every three hours to apply Lisa's salve and once to feed Lucas.
Master had to go to work today since he hadn't been home for two weeks, but we did manage to make him late for work. I helped Lisa shower and apply more salve afterward. Sean started banging away in the basement around nine when he heard us stirring. Working, since he had nothing better to do.
When we finally left the bedroom, we found Wendy sitting naked at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal with milk.
"It looks as if you need to buy groceries," Wendy said. "The milk is about to expire and you're low on eggs and other staples."
"I'll go shopping then," I told her.
"Can I go with?"
"Why not."
Shasta started frying up bacon while Lisa fried eggs and sliced cheese. I was feeding Lucas again. We'd started giving him some baby food in addition to milk during some of his meals. We had enough eggs to make four egg sandwiches with bacon and cheese.
"Wendy, please call Sean up to have his sandwich," I said, spooning apple sauce in Lucas' tiny mouth.
She went to the door to the basement and called to him to come up for breakfast. He came up wearing the pair of shorts he'd worn in the truck.
"Why are you dressed, slave?" I asked.
"I knew the young Miss was up here and didn't know if you'd appreciate a naked man around her."
I pointed to her sitting around in her birthday suit. "It doesn't appear as if she cares much about nudity," I replied.
"Miss Wendy, is it okay if I remove my clothes?" He asked.
"I don't care." He started removing his shorts. Wendy paused a minute. "What about him? I mean I still want Scott to be my first, but can I use Sean to learn about men? Like, learn to suck cocks a little or something?"
I looked at Rhonda. "Well, he is controllable," she said. "He's not as big as Master, so he'll fit in her mouth easier. I don't see why not."
"I want to learn all about sex with men, experience it all. Are you going to let Scott fuck my ass?" Wendy asked.
"Not without preparation," I replied. "No one here has undergone anal sex without her bottom being prepared first."
"What's that mean, prepared?"
"Stretched out with the use of butt plugs," Rhonda replied.
"Well, if Sean is smaller than Scott, maybe I should use him for my anal deflowering, work my way up to Scott."
Sean looked as if he was becoming uncomfortable. Despite his training, he appeared to be trying to suppress an erection. The cock cage was making it painful.
"Do I need to get the whip?" I asked him. "You should be trained better than this."
"No, Ma'am. I guess I thought I was done with sex unless Mistress took me back. This was a surprising development I was unprepared for."
His cock began shrinking again.
"What is that thing on his junk?" Wendy asked.
"It's a cock cage, used to help control male slaves," I said. "Just as Dominants sometimes use chastity belts to control female slaves, cock cages are used to control males. This one is relatively benign. It only prevents him from getting an erection without suffering pain. Some have sharp points on the inside and there are some which have protrusions which are inserted into the urethra. Some dominants also pierce the genitals of their male slaves, in the cock, balls or both."
"Why do it?" Wendy asked.
"Because we are subordinating our will to our Masters. Our bodies, our sexuality, even our orgasms belong to our Dominant. It's why I spanked Rhonda for cumming without your permission. I cannot have sex without his permission, not even to masturbate. Nor can Sean. If he didn't have a cock cage on, he might be tempted to relieve himself if he became aroused. This isn't allowed. If it weren't for her work, I would love to pierce your sister with a clitoral hood piercing such as I have. I don't believe she would be as effective as a police officer if she were having orgasms all the time. If not for that, I would be imposing my will on hers whether she wanted to or not."
"You guys have sex with each other rather frequently, I don't see you asking every time."
"Master loosened the restrictions on us having sex with each other. Unless it's strictly prohibited for some reason, we may have sex with each other, though not when we're supposed to be doing other things like working. I can't have sex with Sean, or even you, despite you being a female, unless Master tells me I can, only my sister slaves. When I'm having sex with him, I still have to have his permission to cum."
Wendy nodded thoughtfully. I ate my breakfast while feeding Lucas, topping him off with some of my milk.
"What's breast milk taste like?" Wendy asked, watching Lucas suckle.
"Would you like a taste?" I asked. "It's okay, since it's not really sex."
"Yes, please."
"Use the other one."
She came around the table, bent over and sucked gently on my nipple. She stopped after several seconds.
"I'm not getting anything," Wendy complained.
"You didn't suck hard enough," I said. "Lucas has to suck really hard to get started, although it becomes easier once the milk starts flowing."
Wendy sucked again and she began drawing milk. She continued for a half minute, then stopped.
"Well?" I asked.
"Warmer than I thought it would be, sweeter than what I just had on my cereal. Not a lot of it."
"Which is why even with his tiny tummy, Lucas nurses for twenty minutes or so, and needed to nurse several times a day until he started getting more solid food. We've got him down to about five feedings. Breakfast, lunch, supper, pre-bed and midnight snack."
"How come you don't have nipple piercings like Rhonda and Lisa?"
"I was pregnant when I became a slave and I was warned by Brianna's slave who'd had children that new nipple piercings might interfere with milk delivery. I plan on getting them pierced when I stop nursing. Do you know how to change a diaper now?"
"Rhonda showed me last night."
"Come with me now and show me what you learned, but before putting a new diaper on, we'll give him a bath."
Wendy followed me to the nursery and showed me how to remove the old diaper and clean Lucas with diaper wipes, disposing of everything properly. I showed her how to give him a bath, oil and powder him afterward before she put a new diaper on. We put him in his crib. I wound his mobile which played a soft lullaby and kept him entertained until he fell asleep.
"The nice thing about having sister slaves in a domestic setting besides being able to give each other sex," I whispered, "is sharing the responsibility of chores. Lisa and Rhonda cooked breakfast and cleaned up afterward while I took care of feeding Lucas. Sometimes, we switch off and they'll feed him while I cook and clean, except for the breast milk. But they'll get up at night and bring him to me for his feeding as opposed to me getting up all the time. Master helps too, so it's four of us working together and no one person is stuck doing everything. Rhonda listens for the baby monitor during the day while she sleeps as I might not hear it over the power tools.
"When Lisa and Rhonda have babies, we'll work together to take care of theirs. We've decided that each of us will all be mothers to whatever children we have. Lucas isn't my child; he's our child, and if we should ever break up, which I can't ever foresee, everyone will have visitation rights. Kind of like the three musketeers, 'All for one...'"
"And one for all," Wendy continued. "I like your arrangement. You get along so well together. Not like my house where people squabble a lot."
"It's harder to squabble when all three are slaves and one person has ultimate control over all three," tiptoeing out of the room, still whispering. "Masters do not like squabbling slaves and can punish us if we do."
"What's the worst you've ever been punished and why?" Wendy asked as we reentered the kitchen.
"I was caned eight times, not allowed an orgasm for twenty-four hours while kept aroused, and made to serve the Mistress of the slaves I attempted to use for myself for one day. Because Master was deprived of my services for that time, he also punished me afterward. Unfortunately, because Lisa knew about my transgression and failed to stop it, she was also punished. The cane marks on our buttocks lasted for over a week."
"What about my sister?"
"This was just before your sister became my slave. Get dressed and we'll go grocery shopping while Lucas is sleeping."
"What about Rhonda and Lisa?"
"They'll remain home and listen for the baby if he wakes up and I'm sure they'll nap since Lisa had to wake up every three hours to put her cream on."
"What about me, Ma'am?" Sean asked. I'd told him not to use Domina since he wasn't my slave. Apparently, he still felt uncomfortable calling me by name, since I'd threatened to strip him and whip him on the highway last night. Ma'am was okay. I didn't have a problem with it.
"If you can work without disturbing their rest, you may, otherwise be quiet and contemplate how to gain the good graces of your Mistress again."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Wendy and I got dressed. She wore her usual. I dressed more conservatively than usual since I now had a collar, cuffs, and slave badge dangling from my cunt which I could no longer remove. Unless it was lit, it was somewhat discrete, but not invisible.
Wendy continued to ask many questions of me, some of which I answered, some of which I didn't because I didn't want to talk about them in public.
In the car, some of the questions were, "What should I know about men and sex?" "What's the difference between younger men and older men?" "Did I like oral sex and why?" "What's it like when a man cums in my mouth?"
My answers were. "Men are very visual. They like to see themselves having sex, watch their cocks slide into our mouths and pussies or asses. I can be blindfolded and enjoy sex just as much. If a man were blindfolded, I doubt he would cum as quickly as when he can watch himself fucking. They rely on visual cues very much, which is why they like naked photos and porn. Women can get as much out of reading a risqué story. It's why Master loves for his slaves to be naked."
"Young men think about sex all the time. Probably over a hundred times or more a day. It might not be for long each time, but they will think about it. They might catch a girl smiling in a physics lecture and think about her lips wrapped around his cock. Young men are probably trying to think of a way to get into your panties almost constantly. Hormones are running rampant. Master said he could masturbate fifteen or twenty times a day when he was younger. He didn't, but could. Men hit their sexual peaks in late teens or early twenties. Women hit their peaks in their mid-thirties, which is one of the reasons I'm so fucking aroused all the time and can fuck for hours. Although young men think about sex more, they get it less. They're not married or as self assured. The girls they're around may be virgins or abstaining because they're not on birth control or still living at home. Plus those girls aren't at their sexual peaks or as confident in themselves. Young men will cum easier and get erections faster after cumming. Older men will last longer during sex, but need more time to recover without encouragement, which is why it helps us to know how to suck cock. I may not receive an orgasm from fellatio, but I will get a hard cock to fuck me after."
"I like oral sex with both men and women. What's not to like."
"You'll soon find out. If you're going to practice on Sean, you will be eating his cum."
By the time we got home and put away the food, Wendy was eager to practice. I told her to get Sean again and to tell him to take a shower, and for her to take one as well.
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