051
JULIA
This was the first truly terrible choice I faced. The one with Mistress Dark was relatively easy in comparison. I'd had enough experience to know I couldn't last a full day with the Slave Trainer, but Mistress Dark was a stranger and it was unlikely I'd see her again. I only had to overcome the thought of licking her cunt, and once that barrier was broken, the others had been easier. But they too were strangers, and any future contacts with them would be limited to none.
These were all people I knew. They were my friends as well as Master's; Lisa my closest girl friend. I saw them all the time. Somehow, knowing them made it both better and worse. I could trust them not to hurt me or do anything to embarrass me after, but they didn't have to do anything to embarrass me. Just seeing them every time afterward, we'd both remember I'd sucked their cock or licked their cunt. They'd remember the naked little sex slave, not the wife of Scott. In effect, our relationships would change forever and I couldn't know if it would be for better or worse.
This wasn't even taking into account my Master. They would all know they'd shared Scott's wife. What would it do to Master's relationship with all of them? Perhaps this was the test I wondered about. Was Master testing me to see what I would do? I wasn't sure if I could go four and a half hours without cumming. The Slave Trainer was diabolical in that regard. Trying to get through one meal had been bad enough; so bad Sharon recognized my anguish and arranged to let me cum. The whole evening would be torture.
"Have you thought about what this might mean to our friendships with these people, sir?"
"I have. I believe all of them can handle this as well as I can. I expect you'll have some feelings of humiliation and shame when you see them for some period of time after, but I did promise you a full slave experience and I trust my friends more than strangers."
I was at a loss. To hang naked on the cross before everyone while sexually tormented or to engage in oral sex with our friends while my husband watched. In the end, my fear of the damage I might do to my marriage won out.
"I'll choose the St. Andrews cross, Master."
"Very well," he said. "You may finish what you were working on in the kitchen and I'll hook you up. Go put on your Slave Trainer."
"You're going to start me now, sir?" I asked.
"As soon as you remove the pigs from the oven. I have to get ready and I want you on display when the others arrive."
"Yes, Master." Now it was more than four and a half, closer to five hours and maybe longer, depending on how long before the house was vacated after. They could linger to stare at a naked slave girl. Master was making my choice very difficult.
I put on the Slave Trainer and Master turned it on as soon as it was inside of me, then he took a quick shower and put on his poker clothes, shorts and polo shirt. I'd removed the pigs in a blanket before his shower was over and waited for him to finish. He came into the living room and turned the bondage furniture around until the St. Andrews cross was facing where he'd set up the poker table. He fastened me to the cross, splayed out for everyone to see. He surprised me by putting a ball gag in my mouth after I was secured.
"I don't want you making too much noise," he explained. "We are trying to play poker after all." He kissed me on the cheek. "You'll have until eight o'clock to change your mind and still serve as white silk. If you change your mind after eight, you'll be red silk and we'll auction off all three of your holes."
I tried to mumble something, but the ball gag prevented any meaningful speech.
"You chose this," he reminded me. "I'm giving you a full hour after the game starts to change your mind. I feel I'm being very generous in doing so. Just remember, eight PM or you are red silk."
He started setting up the table and chairs, putting out cards and chips and coasters for the glasses. I was already in torment by the time Lisa arrived, first because she was closest. Of course, she already knew the circumstances of my sex slavery, so wasn't particularly surprised to see me naked, although she thought I'd go for the leather straps. She didn't know the other part of the deal and I couldn't tell her.
She made note of the device in my cunt. "Is this the Slave Trainer you told me about?" I nodded yes. "Will you be allowed to cum?" I shook my head, no. "Poor girl." She patted my cheek and sat down, taking a seat so she was facing me.
Jerry was the next to arrive. Jerry was Master's co-worker and second in command. He was running the business while Master was taking his staycation. Jerry is black, the same height as Master, with a ripped body and dreamy brown eyes. Jerry's brown eyes popped when he saw me. Master led him to me to take a closer look.
"Julia has been reading all these erotic sex slave novels recently, and I gave her the opportunity to find out what being a sex slave is for real. It's what I've been doing on my vacation," Master said, "taking advantage of the opportunity to fully use my new slave."
"Shit man. I'm sorrier than ever I had to get your help to deal with the Watkins. I wouldn't want to come to work either if this is what was waiting for me at home."
Master played with one of my taut nipples, making it even harder. "Yeah, Glenda's a bitch. I couldn't help but think a little of this would do her some good. Touch if you want. Slave girls are made to be touched."
Jerry laughed. He palmed my other breast, making me squirm. "I'm inclined to agree with you about Glenda," he said. "Lovely slave you have here." He thumbed my nipple, making me moan low in my throat.
"I think she's the perfect sex slave," Master said. "I can't get enough of her. It's been like my honeymoon times two."
Rob and Edward came to the door next. Both of them were white, twins who Master went to high school with. They usually rode together. They were both taller and broader than Master, who gave them both the same spiel about me and my current predicament. They both fondled my breasts together, mirror images of one another and another jolt of desire hit my pussy.
The last one to arrive was Chen, a Chinese/American, just before seven. Master had met Chen when he took some General Contracting classes five years ago. Chen had his own electric, A/C and heating company and Master often used him for his A/C, heating and electrical work on his projects. He was the newest of Master's friends in the group. When Master extended him the same invitation as the others, he suckled on one of my nipples, and of course, the others had to do the same. I almost climaxed from the attention my nipples received, which I would have welcomed at that point. Every one of them was single and had no one to answer to.
Lisa prevented my release by saying, "We're here to play poker, boys, not play with the pretty slave." Damn her.
They all sat down. There was a mirror on the wall that allowed Master to keep an eye on me. Every time one of the gentleman folded, they usually watched me or even got up to play with parts of me. Only the Slave Trainer in my pussy kept them from playing with that. The lack of concentration on the parts of the four guys allowed Master and Lisa to win more often than the others. I wondered if it was why Master faced away from me, or if he wanted to allow the others the best view. Their constant attention on my naked body in addition to the incessant arousal afforded by the Slave Trainer kept me on edge. I knew fluids were running from my pussy down my legs. I could feel them sliding down farther and farther as my cunt fed more and more liquid to them.
I realized about a half hour after they started playing I wasn't going to make it the rest of the night. I was too aroused and needed to cum too much. I tried to attract Master's attention, but the ball gag in my mouth was muffling the sounds I tried to make over their conversation. How was I supposed to concede my defeat if I couldn't speak. The minutes ticked off and it got closer and closer to eight. If I needed to give up, I needed to do so before eight or I'd be red silk, with no part of me off limits. Around seven minutes to go, I started a muffled screaming and shaking the cross I was attached to. Three minutes passed before Lisa noticed me struggling to get Master's attention.
"Scott, I think your slave needs something. Does she need to use the restroom?" Lisa asked.
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