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"If what I do as a slave is not cheating on him, then what he does as a Master can't be cheating either. Slave Master's frequently have more than one slave. Mistress Dark believes slaves should compete for the affections of their Master. It ensures they both strive to be more pleasing. But more than that, I knew how much Master valued fidelity, how hurt he would be if I were unfaithful. For him to allow me this fantasy and all it entailed was a supreme act of love. If he could love me so much, could I do less for him?"
"It's all quite noble, I'm sure. It doesn't ease the pain of seeing him fuck someone else, does it? And who's Mistress Dark?"
Julia took Lisa's hand. "Do I feel some particle of pain knowing he's with someone else? No less than Master feels, yet he does it for me, and if I'm going to allow him to be with someone anyway, why not my very best friend. I'd prefer her to some random stranger. Mistress Dark is the dominatrix who taught both Lisa and I how to pleasure a woman and how to deep throat Master's cock. She taught Master how to properly punish a slave without harming her."
"I'm a random stranger," Gwen said, "yet you had me sucking his cock. And I knew nothing about any punishment other than enforced orgasm denial. Does he do more than that?"
"I am spanked and paddled and whipped as necessary. Punishment and humiliation are part of the slave experience. Hence he made me seduce you in a public place and I'm punished for transgressions. As you intend to serve as a slave, you should suffer the humiliation of sucking him off in a public place and know what you are getting yourself into. I also thought it was fair you should fellate him for using his slave. You have no slave of your own to share with him, yet you yourself will be a slave, thus you can share yourself."
"Will I be punished on Thursday?"
"Do you intend to be pleasing?" Julia asked
"To the best of my ability."
"A pleasing slave is rarely punished."
"What are you punished for?" Gwen asked.
"For cumming without Master's permission," Julia said, "and failing to wake with Master and take care of his needs in the morning and earn my clothes. I also suffered punishment until I learned to ignore my pleasure when it's my duty to provide pleasure to my Master."
"You've been punished also?" Gwen asked Lisa.
"For cumming without permission and until I also learned to ignore my pleasure when it was my duty to provide it."
"You are climaxing now. I haven't heard you ask for permission once."
"If I could get Reneé to lick me, I'm allowed to have as many orgasms through supper as I can without asking for it. Past supper, I have the same restrictions as any other slave."
"When you lick me later, Gwen," Julia said, "I will need the permission of my Master to cum. My pleasure belongs to him, just as my body does."
Gwen nodded thoughtfully. "Will I need to ask permission to orgasm?"
"You'll be wearing a Slave Trainer to start," I said. "You'll only be allowed to cum when you give that pleasure to someone else. If they don't cum, you don't either. When you are sold, you'll have no such restrictions, however, it is your duty to be pleasing to your temporary owner, not necessarily to orgasm yourself. If you are sufficiently pleasing, I have no doubt you'll experience pleasure yourself."
"Why did you want to do this, Lisa?" Gwen asked.
"Because my friend was having the best sex of her life and I was jealous. I have no better answer than that. My sex life sucked since my divorce a year ago, and even before then honestly, though I haven't had a husband telling me I couldn't use toys. Still, plastic is a poor substitute for flesh."
Gwen remained essentially silent the remainder of our supper, thinking I believed. I wondered if she was considering changing her mind. She was even more a neophyte than Lisa had been. Julia had been discussing her plans with Lisa for weeks, going over the rules of her slavery, learning the commands, practicing them with her. She'd even witnessed Julia being punished before she decided to do it herself. Gwen had done none of it first. A brief conversation in the back room and five years of a sexual barren wasteland were all she had to go on.
We finished and Sharon came to collect our dishes and ask about our choices for dessert.
"I'll be having my dessert under the table," Gwen said. "I have a debt to repay." Sharon just shook her head.
The rest of us ordered and as soon as Sharon was gone, Gwen looked around to ensure no one was paying attention to one solo slave with a task to perform. As soon as she was sure, she disappeared and one could see when she reached her goal by the smile on my slave's face. Julia leaned back and shifted forward on her seat to give Gwen the greatest access to her sex. She was still under the table when our desserts arrived and when we'd finished. She'd said she didn't know what she was doing, unlike her expert treatment of my cock, but despite the lack of expertise, Julia was enjoying her mouth on her cunt. When Sharon returned with the bill, she was still under the table, but Julia closed her eyes and moaned softly, asking permission to cum, and we all knew Gwen had finally succeeded in satisfying my slave. I gave her permission to cum and she surrendered to her bliss.
Gwen peeked out a minute later to ensure she was unobserved, then calmly got out, sat down and wiped her face with her napkin.
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," she observed, "though it took her so long to cum, my tongue is tired. I did say I wouldn't be much good at it." She emptied a bottle of wine, about one third of a glass, and quickly drank it.
"I've never had so much goings on at my tables before. You're blatant about it," Sharon said.
"Not that blatant," I said. "I chose this place because of the long tablecloths."
"Perhaps I'll suggest to the management they go with shorter or no tablecloths, so you'll take your shenanigans elsewhere."
"Come now, Sharon. Don't tell me you don't get at least the tiniest thrill from knowing what we're doing here, else you would have reported us to the management already and had us thrown out."
Sharon laughingly said, "It does help keep me amused. I'll be by for your money shortly."
Gwen took out her wallet, and handed me enough cash for her meal and the wine. "I told you I'd pay for my meal and the wine."
I handed back the money for the wine. "We drank three to one, and you've been a good sport. I'll take care of the wine."
As soon as I paid for the meals we left and went back outside. Sitting in the car, I asked her, "You've had the evening to think on it and seen a glimpse of your future if you decide to come on Thursday. Do you still wish to come to the poker game and serve as a red silk slave?"
"I do. Despite everything, I want to be fucked again."
"Open your phone and give it to me."
She complied. I entered Master Rivers in her address book with my address and phone number. I handed it back to her. "Here's my address. We'll see you at six. Lisa, remove your Slave Trainer and give it to Gwen."
Lisa was able to remove it and she handed it up to Gwen. It was thick with her cream. I knew from my phone she'd cum eight times during supper.
"Lick it off," I told Gwen. Her eyes grew wide for a moment, but she quickly put the penis part in her mouth and started licking and sucking. Now, in addition to tasting Julia, she was tasting Lisa, second hand though it was. When she handed it to me, nothing but her saliva glistened on the device.
"Now pull up your dress." She looked at me in surprise. "Go on. Pull it up to your waist. Keep an eye out for anyone approaching, slaves."
Gwen slowly pulled up her dress, exposing her nylon clad legs with thigh high stockings, then her bush which didn't look as though she'd trimmed it in ages. I pulled her close to me, began kissing her neck and shoulders and eventually her mouth. She remained quietly unresponsive for a short time, but started to kiss me back, almost reluctantly at first, then more enthusiastically. When she was melting into my arms, I ran my left hand up her leg until I reached her hairy sex. She parted her legs, granting me easier access to her cunt. She was wet, the events of the evening arousing her. I pushed first one finger, then two, into her. She was surprising tight.
"You're very tight for a woman of your age," I commented into her ear, whispering quietly as she moaned.
"My gynecologist says you begin tightening up without use," Gwen whimpered, "and I've had nothing but my fingers inside me for a very long time."
"I want you to cum for me," I said.
"Yes, sir," she moaned, arching her hips toward my hand. She panted as I sawed my fingers back and forth in her taut twat. When it seemed she was close, my thumb started rubbing around and over her clit. She drove her cunt over my fingers as she climaxed with a heavy sigh. I waited until her spasms stopped before withdrawing my fingers. The aroma of her arousal was strong within the close confines of the car.
"You shouldn't be the only one to go without relief tonight," I said.
"Thank you, sir."
"You're expected to clean up after yourself," I said. "Lick my fingers clean."
"Yes, sir," she said, taking each of my fingers in her mouth and cleaning her fluids off of them, tasting the last of the three of the women in the car, herself.
"Leave your dress up as I drive back to your car. I want you to masturbate the entire trip. I don't care if there's another car beside us. You can't stop for any reason, unless there's a police car beside us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she panted, starting to rub herself immediately.
"You'll need to trim your pubic hair substantially before Thursday. Cut it very short or shave it off entirely."
"Yes, Master."
"Remember. No panties from now until Thursday night. I'll return yours to you then to wear home. We'll have laundered them."
Gwen was cumming and it took awhile to answer as she moaned through it. Finally she replied, "I won't, Master."
"Very good."
Gwen had two more orgasms before we reached the mall. She directed us to her car. As she got out of mine, I said, "We'll see you on Thursday."
"Yes, sir." She waved shyly to my two slaves. They wished her a good night.
We were all thoughtfully quiet on the way home.
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