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JULIA
We didn't have sex with anyone new except Becky. On a Wednesday night, during Master's second week of absence, not feeling ambitious enough to cook, we decided to order pizza. I remembered the interest Becky had shown when she delivered pizza while Wendy and her dates were over. I checked with Master before ordering. He laughed and said we could seduce Becky if we wanted to.
I called the pizza place and asked if Becky was working. The order taker said she was about to go home, she'd already worked two hours past her shift when someone else had babysitter problems.
"Could I speak to her for just a second," I asked, "pretty please."
"Hold on a minute. Becky," he shouted, "quick phone call for you." He set the phone down.
A few seconds later, the phone was picked up. "Becky here."
"Becky, I'm sorry to bother you but do you remember the house you delivered five pizzas to a few weeks ago where a naked woman answered the door?"
"Yeessss," drawing it out, wondering where I was going.
"This is the naked woman calling and I was wondering if I could convince you to make one more pizza delivery on your way home. The tip would be substantial."
Dead silence except for background noise for fifteen or twenty seconds; the only way I knew she hadn't hung up.
"What are we talking about here, really?" Becky finally asked.
"Three pizzas, including whatever you'd like on one and a fifty dollar tip. You don't need to do anything else, but I was thinking you might like some wine with your pizza, maybe a soak in a hot tub after a long day of work."
"Are you suggesting there might be sex involved?"
"Only if you want, but sex would be nice."
"With who?"
"Well, there are no men here tonight, so if it was a man you wanted to have sex with, we can't help you. There are three women here who would love sex with a cute woman such as yourself."
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll deliver three pizzas. I won't promise more than a delivery though."
"I wouldn't expect you to. If it makes you a little more comfortable, one of the women here is a police officer."
"What do you want to order?"
"A pepperoni with extra cheese and a supreme, plus whatever you'd like to eat."
I gave her all three of our names, address, and credit card information and told her to tell her manager she was going to call him in an hour after she left to let him know she was okay since it was her last delivery of the night.
Forty minutes later, Becky knocked on our door. Since I was the one who'd answered previously and she knew what I looked like, I answered the door again. Of course, I was naked. I took the three pizzas from her and gave her $50. She looked around and saw only me, Lisa and Rhonda, plus Lisa was holding Lucas. The only clothes among us was on Lucas. We had all of our slave gear on.
"Becky, we need to close the door. I'm standing here naked."
Becky closed the door, though she kept her hand on the door knob, ready to bolt if need be. I set the pizza down.
"Do you always answer the door naked?" Becky asked.
"If there are others at home. Not if I'm alone."
"Is this like some mini commune or something."
"Not a commune, no, though perhaps as strange as one," I replied. "My name is Julia, the one holding the baby is Lisa and Rhonda is the third one. She's the police officer I mentioned."
"Where are the others who were here the last time I came?"
"My husband is in LA and won't be back until this Friday. The others who were here last time were Rhonda's sister and her two dates. They were just visiting."
"Two dates?"
"A boy and a girl, she likes both sexes."
"So it's just you three here?"
"Plus the baby, yes. We're hungry and would like to start eating. Do you feel safe enough to join us, or would you like to go?"
"I don't have to strip?"
"Only if you feel comfortable doing so. We won't attack you, regardless. We're civilized despite our lack of attire."
Becky finally released the door knob and edged her way into the living room.
"We'd like to eat in here," I said. "I'll get some plates and silverware. Would you like anything to drink?"
She hesitated, thinking.
"I'm not going to roofie you," I said. "I'll bring you a can of pop and you can open it yourself, though I'm having wine. Lisa is trying to get pregnant and Rhonda has to go to work at midnight, so they'll have Diet Coke."
"Are you really a police officer?" She asked Rhonda.
"Yes, would you like to see my badge?" Rhonda replied.
"Please."
Rhonda smiled, got up and went upstairs for her badge, still pinned to her uniform.
Becky relaxed some more. "I'll have some wine too."
"Two wines, two Diet Cokes, coming up."
I brought out the plates and silverware first, so people could start eating, plus napkins for everyone. Then I went back in the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine and brought two cans out.
"So what's the deal with you three?" Becky asked, "and why did you ask for me?"
"When you delivered last time, you were surprised, obviously, when I answered the door naked, but your attention seemed riveted on my pussy and I wondered if it was my slave jewelry or girls in general you were interested in?"
"Slave jewelry?"
"That's where the strange part comes in. Both Lisa and I are voluntary, and I emphasize the voluntary part of it; sex slaves to my husband, our Master. We wear his collar and his ankle and wrist cuffs, plus jewelry and tattoos on our pussies identifying us as belonging to him. Rhonda is my voluntary sex slave. She's wearing my collar and jewelry, though she also must submit to my Master as my slave. If it wasn't the jewelry you were interested in, I thought perhaps it was women."
"Well, both, to be honest. I know some women have piercings down there, but I'd never seen such obvious ones before, and though I've never been with a woman, I've wondered what it would be like, so it was kind of a twofer."
We laughed. "Not surprising," Lisa said. "Obviously, as sex slaves, my friends and I are interested in sex. Julia and I are primarily interested in any kind of sex. Rhonda is mostly interested in sex with women. When Julia noticed your interest, you were kind of added to the list of people we might like to invite back in the future to see if it would go any further than mere curiosity. When we decided we didn't want to cook this evening, we thought of you and pizza. Julia asked our Master if we could have sex with you if you were interested. He said he had no objection."
"Do you always ask for his permission to have sex?"
"If we didn't," I said, "we'd be nothing more than nymphomaniac cheaters. The only ones I'm allowed to have sex with without his permission are my sister slaves."
"What do you mean when you say you're a voluntary sex slave?"
"It means I'm always available to have sex with him. We all are, any time or any way he wants to have sex, from sucking his cock to fucking him or anyone else he wants or allows us to fuck. We're naked around the house. When we leave, we don't wear undergarments or pants, anything which restricts his access to having sex with us. I'm always prepared to have sex. I'm wet constantly. He can shove his cock in me anytime he wants and I'm ready for him. He's in control of our sex, from when we're allowed to have it, to whether we're allowed to cum if we do. We're punished if we don't follow his rules."
"It sounds harsh."
"To someone normal, it may be harsh, but I've never been happier in my life than I am now."
"How long have you been married?"
"Eleven years. Thirteen months a slave. Lisa was my next door neighbor. She became a slave about the same time because she saw how happy I was. Rhonda joined us later. We consider ourselves to be a family now."
"Whose baby is it?" Becky asked.
"Julia's," Lisa responded. "I'm trying to have one now."
She looked at Rhonda. "I'll have one when I desire to have one. For now, I'm too invested in work."
"The police department doesn't care if you're a sex slave, voluntary or not?"
"I don't advertise my submission. I remove my collar, cuffs and all but bars in my nipples and the tiny hoop on my pussy before I go to work. They know I'm a lesbian. I get enough grief over that."
"So, Becky. You know our story. Are you interested in seeing if you enjoy sex with women, or are you going to stick with only pizza delivery today?"
"If I were interested, what would I have to do?"
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We're not rapists who will force you to do anything. You may do as little or as much as you want. If all you want to do is kiss, we'll kiss as long as you want. If you want someone to lick you, we'll do that. If you want to lick someone else, we're ready for that as well."
"Let me think about it."
"Think as long as you wish. I'm going to put Lucas to bed," Lisa said.
She stood up and took Lucas to the nursery.
"I feel rank," Becky said. "I put in seven hours today and it was hot and the A/C in my car doesn't work very well."
"You can take a shower if you wish," Rhonda said, "or use the pool or hot tub if all you want is to rinse off."
"I don't have a swimsuit," Becky said.
"Do you think anyone cares if you're wearing a suit or not," I said, smiling. "Though if you want one, I'm sure Lisa would have one that fit you."
She thought about it for awhile. We weren't going to pressure her one way or the other.
"Maybe the hot tub," she finally said. "It sounds relaxing."
"Can I get you another glass of wine?" I asked.
"Please." She handed me her glass.
"Becky, you may wish to call your manager and let him know you're all right. Rhonda, please take our guest to the hot tub," I said. "I'll get you another Diet Coke."
I put away the rest of the pizza while Becky made a fast call. Rhonda led Becky to the hot tub as I poured more wine for the two drinking it and got another Diet Coke for Rhonda. When I got out to the patio, Becky's clothes were on one of the chairs and she was immersed in water up to her neck. Rhonda was seated on the opposite side of the tub. I handed everyone their drinks and sat beside my slave, kissing her when I got in. Lisa came out with the baby monitor and got in with us, sitting fairly close to us, no one pressing Becky overtly.
She drank about half of her second glass as we talked about some things, getting to know one another a little better. Becky gradually sat a little straighter so the tops of her breasts to her nipples were visible.
"Is it possible someone could stand and show me your slave jewelry."
Lisa stood up and Becky asked her to get closer. When Lisa was standing about a foot away with her cunt at Becky's eye level, Becky traced a finger over Lisa's tattoo.
"This is lovely."
"I designed it for my sister slave and I," Lisa said.
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