068
SCOTT
I took the bag from Lisa when she returned. We went out into the mall strolling, a beautiful woman on each arm wearing as little as the law would allow. I attracted more than a few glances from both men and women, wondering what I had to be with two lovelies. Nothing more than most, I suspected, except a wife who was into reading some fairly explicit literature. Everything else had flowed from that. I was curious about Lisa's experiences, so asked her how she'd managed to seduce the young sales clerk.
"Actually sir, that was the easy part. She'd been with women before; identifies herself as bisexual. The hard part was convincing her to do it in the store. She couldn't afford to lose her job and didn't want to risk it. It was only after I told her Julia had done the same thing with an older woman this past week, she consented. Especially after she figured out it was Gwen from the description. She's like the manager of the department and tough as nails according to Reneé."
"Don't feel bad, Julia, you didn't have as much luck as Lisa did. You apparently had to seduce the manager," I said.
"Thank you, sir."
"Why is she coming to dinner with us, sir?" Lisa asked.
"I'm not sure except I know she wants to know if you lick cunt as well as Julia does. Did she give you any indication when she had you in the stockroom?" I asked Julia.
"She was curious and asked a lot of questions before telling me to lick her cunt, sir."
Lisa was surprised to hear Julia had to pleasure Gwen again.
"Is she a lesbian?" She asked.
"I still don't know," Julia answered. Good, something we could ask her tonight.
"What kind of questions?" I asked.
"If I'd been trying to seduce her last Monday and why. Why I'd let Lisa serve you as well, and how that occurred. I told her about the poker game."
"Curious," I commented, "but we'll know soon enough won't we. Since Lisa got Reneé to lick her, I thought we could eat somewhere else tonight, but if Lisa needs to lick Gwen's cunt, we should go back to Luigi's. The long table cloths are perfect and I don't know of anyplace else who has them."
"I'd be curious to know if Sharon told her husband," Julia said.
"As would I, although we don't know if Sharon will be working tonight. It's getting close to 5:30. We should get back."
We returned to the store and found Gwen waiting for us in the women's department. She had her handbag and was ready to leave.
"Where are you going to eat?" Gwen asked.
"An Italian place named Luigi's," I replied. "Thy have floor length tablecloths, if you know what I mean."
"Would you be coming back this way when you return home?"
"It's mostly on the way home," I replied.
"I'd like to ride with you if I can. I have some questions best asked in the privacy of a car rather than a restaurant," Gwen said.
"You can ride in the front with me. The slaves can sit in the back. I have to admit I'm curious about you," I said.
"Thank you."
I escorted her out to our car, my slaves following behind. I helped her into the front seat. Julia and Lisa got in the back.
Taking out the Slave Trainer, I told Lisa to put it on.
"May I see it a moment before she puts it on?" Gwen asked.
I handed it to her and Gwen inspected it. "I thought this was to prevent your slave from having orgasms. It looks like it would do the opposite," she said, fingering the penile projection.
"It does both," I said. "It has sensors inside that turn itself off when it perceives an approaching orgasm, keeps track of any orgasms she does have so I can determine if she has one without permission, and warns me if she removes it or the battery is getting low." I started the car and headed towards Luigi's.
She handed it to Lisa and watched as she put it on. "And she's to be allowed to climax tonight because she seduced Reneé into licking her."
"You grasped that quickly."
"I asked your slave questions," Gwen said. "After mine happened, I doubted the entire incident was an accident. It seemed more intentional to me."
"So it was. Might I be so bold as to enquire if you'd ever been with a woman before?"
"Never."
"You seem to enjoy it," I said.
"I don't often receive much pleasure," Gwen admitted. "How old do you think I am?"
"Forty," I guessed.
"Forty-five," she said. "Do you think I'm attractive for my age?"
"You're very attractive for almost any age," I said.
"I was married when I was twenty to a man fifteen years my senior. About five years ago, he developed prostate cancer and also has blood pressure issues. He can't perform anymore, has lost almost all interest in sex, yet he's not inclined to let me use artificial aids to give myself pleasure. He'll lick me to orgasm twice a year, maybe, and other than surreptitiously masturbating occasionally when he's not around, I'm loveless. I find myself very frustrated most of the time as I still believe I'm a vibrant and sexual person who greatly enjoys sex. It's why I allowed myself to experience pleasure with your slave even though I'd never done it with a woman before. But her subservience also raised questions for me. She told me about a poker game last Thursday. Could you tell me about it?"
"It's a regular game we have every Thursday night. My slave often reads fantasy romances involving women enslaved or even involving reverse harems. I offered the opportunity to experience such slavery for herself rather than rely on others writing about it. She had to service the other players on Thursday."
"Including your other slave, I was told. I'm unfamiliar with the term, reverse harems."
"It's where many men share one woman, Mistress," Julia said from the back.
"Was this the first time your slave was required to satisfy other people?"
"Not strictly," I said. "There was her training the day after her slavery started, and you. I was more comfortable with her starting with women than men. I had to work up to seeing her with another man."
"How long has she been your slave and how long is it supposed to last?"
"She started a week ago Friday and for three weeks," I replied, getting very curious now.
"Will you be having another poker game this Thursday," Gwen asked.
"We are," I replied, wondering what she was getting at.
"Will both of your slaves be made to serve these men?"
"Yes, Lisa as red silk, my wife has not informed me yet whether she'll be white or red silk." We reached the restaurant and I parked the car, leaving the engine running.
"Again, you're not speaking my language," Gwen said. "What does that mean?"
"My wife and Lisa may both orally service the men. Lisa will also have to serve them vaginally and anally."
"Julia mentioned an auction after the game."
"I will display them and sell off their use after the game. It's where Lisa's vagina and ass will be sold. We don't take the time for sex during the game; only two minutes of oral pleasure after each hand. The players can bid on them with their poker winnings only and the proceeds go to charity as I'm not whoring them out."
Gwen took a deep breath, thinking briefly.
"I don't want to join your little menagerie on a permanent basis, but I'd like to come to next Thursday's game as a red silk slave."
My mouth dropped. You could have stuffed an apple in my mouth at that moment, and served me up like a whole pig for dinner.
"Excuse me?" I said after a minute of total silence, unsure I'd heard her correctly.
"You don't have wax in your ears, Mr. Rivers. You heard me fine. I want to be a red silk slave at your next poker game."
"Okay, but why?"
"It should be obvious. I've given you all the information. I enjoy sex, yet never get to have any. I want to feel like a woman again. I want men to desire me and bid for my services."
"What about your husband?" I asked.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Gwen said. "I wouldn't need to do this if he would take care of me himself or at least let me use vibrators."
"You do understand what you're requesting? You'll be nude the entire evening, waiting on horny men who'll be allowed to touch you as they want, sucking cocks during the game and then sold afterward to the highest bidder wishing to fuck your cunt, ass and mouth?"
"That's what I'm hoping, yes. My husband used to be a vigorous and demanding lover. For twenty years, he used all of my orifices regularly and I enjoyed it all. The last five have been devoid of sex, and I would like to experience it again, even if only for a night."
I turned and looked at my two slaves in the back seat.
"I think you should let her, Master," Julia said. "I cannot imagine going five years without sex. I feel sorry for her."
"I do too, sir," Lisa replied. "At least I had vibrators to get me through my sexless days. With more slaves to bid on, everyone is assured of at least one way to end up with an orgasm, and perhaps more."
"Thank you for your vote of confidence," Gwen said.
"I think you should test her though, Master. She should have to suck your cock," Julia added, "in the restaurant."
I believe my slave was getting even with Gwen, both for not giving her an orgasm last week and for using her again today. I believe she was justified.
"Well?" I asked.
"I'll do it," Gwen said. "Whatever you need me to do."
"Remove your panties," I said.
Gwen looked around briefly to ensure there were no people around our car, then pulled her panties off, smoothing down her skirt after handing them to me. They were wet which I'd expected after Julia came to me with a messy, cum covered face.
"You can't wear any more panties until after the poker game on Thursday night. I'll return these after the game. I want you to go bare to remind yourself of what's going to happen Thursday. In addition to sucking my cock tonight, you'll need to lick Julia's cunt. Lisa's cunt will be otherwise occupied. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I won't be very good, you understand," she apologized to Julia. "I've never done it before."
"The fact you're doing it at all will be exciting to me," Julia replied.
"You'll have to rest of the night to consider what you're requesting and reconsider. If you haven't changed your mind by the time I've dropped you off at your car, I'll expect to see you on Thursday night at six to prepare. Expect to be there until 12:30 or even 1:00 based on the number of people being serviced by three slaves."
"How many men will there be?" Gwen asked.
"We usually play with six, five men and one woman, but Lisa will now be a slave, so I'll be seeking a sixth, another man who fills in when one of the others can't make it."
"Let's go eat then," Gwen said. "I'm ready."
I turned off the car and turned on Lisa's Slave Trainer, and we all got out. This slavery thing had already taken a lot more twists and turns than I ever expected. We went inside and I was pleasantly surprise to see Sharon was working again tonight. I asked to be seated at one of her tables. The hostess seated us with copies of the menu. Sharon was there within five minutes to take our drink orders.
"Not you again. I certainly hope you don't expect my help again today. I told you that was a one off."
"We have no need for your assistance today, Sharon. Everyone has completed their assigned tasks and thus don't face the punishment you eased for my slave. Perhaps you might be pleased to know the one who left my slave in such a pitiable state you felt the need to ease her pain, is present tonight?"
"Why would I need to know who that was?" Sharon asked.
"I thought perhaps you'd enjoy the gift you so graciously granted, given by the one who forced your choice."
"Which of these other two women was responsible?"
"Raise your hand, Gwen."
Gwen stuck her hand up.
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