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I could tell Sarah didn't really want to stare, she kept turning away, but couldn't help turning back every few seconds to see what was happening. I hope she got an eyeful. If I was going to be a slave, I was going to be proud in my slavery. She stayed in the water a few minutes after we got out, idly washing her body with water.
When she finally got out, she said to me, "You helped your husband fuck another woman."
"No, Mistress. I helped my Master fuck another slave."
"Is there really any difference?" Sarah asked.
Master wasn't nearby so I said, "Mistress, ask my Master if he wants to fuck you."
"What is this? Some kind of trick to let him fuck me?"
"No, ask him. If he says he would, you can change your mind, Mistress. He won't rape you, but he won't say yes."
"Why not, I don't look as nice as you or Lisa?"
"No, I think you're eminently fuckable, Mistress, but he won't because you're not a slave. Go ahead, ask him."
She hesitated, unsure if we were setting her up for something. After a minute of thought, she walked up and asked Master, "Since your wife fucked another man today, perhaps you'd like to fuck me. You have a nice cock and I wouldn't mind trying it out."
"I'm sorry, but no," Master replied.
"You don't think I'm pretty enough to have sex with?" Sarah asked, still unsure.
"Don't misunderstand me," he replied, "I'd love to have sex with you, but if I did, I'd be cheating on my wife."
"She just had sex with two other men and you just had sex with another woman. How is having sex with me cheating on her?"
"A slave had sex with two men, my wife did not. I didn't have sex with another woman, I had sex with a slave. When this experiment is over, my wife can't have sex with other men. I can't have sex with other women. I actually appreciate fidelity in my spouse and myself. Because she can have sex with other men as a slave, I can have sex with other slaves as a Master. It doesn't give me carte blanch to fuck anyone I want any time I want. If I do, I'm cheating on my spouse."
"How can this cockamamie sex slave thing have so many rules?" Sarah asked, astounded. "You're all having sex with one another and you're worried about adding one more to the mix."
"If you want to fuck my Master," I said, "you can always volunteer to be a slave, but he won't fuck you otherwise."
"The more I hear, the weirder it gets," Sarah opined.
"If we're going to play with fire like this," Master said, "I think rules are even more important. Are we even talking about a marriage anymore if everyone gets to fuck whoever they want. Julia just learned her parents are in an open marriage. Essentially they're together for the purposes of a tax deduction and so they don't have to go through the hassle of a divorce, because they're with anyone else they want to be. This is a limited time deal, because I don't want an open marriage. I'm more traditional than that. I'm indulging a fantasy of my wife for a brief period of time. It has some sexual benefits to us both, which makes it more fair, I guess, but I'm not going to fuck you."
"Good. I didn't want you to."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Julia told me to. She said there was a difference between you fucking another woman and fucking a slave and I didn't think there was. She said if I asked to fuck you, I'd understand the difference."
Master laughed. "So do you understand the difference?"
"Maybe. I'm still not totally sure, because you guys are fucking nuts, but I suppose I'm getting the picture anyway."
Master put on his shorts and tee shirt. His slaves remained naked. Surprisingly, Sarah did too. When I asked her why, she said it was nice to be naked for awhile and not as bad as she thought it would be. Master said we had to go now so we packed everything up and started back down the trail. Master still carried Sarah's pack. We three women took turns carrying ours, to keep the straps from rubbing too much on bare skin. We saw two more couples hiking the trail, but other than stares, didn't receive any more queries or requests for sex.
Nearing the end, Master asked, "So, you never answered Lisa's question. How long have you been hiking the trail?"
"Five weeks plus a couple days," Sarah said.
"Would you like to take a couple days respite? Soft beds, hot showers and food, cool pool, a nice barbecue on Memorial Day with some nice folks? We can drop you back on the trail on Tuesday. I have something in mind I'd like your help with and I'd be willing to pay you a couple hundred dollars for it to add to your travel funds."
"You hardly know me."
"I think we know you enough," Master said. "I'm not talking about anything dangerous or too strange. You might enjoy yourself."
"We're not talking about any of your weird sex games, right?"
"No sex of any kind unless you want it, and then, only with slaves. Although a few of the guys coming over on Monday are single. I suppose if you wanted to hook up with one of them, nobody would care, but they're all nice gents and no one will pressure you to do anything you don't want to. We don't do drugs, don't drink like fish. The house is nice, the beds are clean, the sheets are fresh. It's not necessary, but I thought you might enjoy the break."
"Do you women care if I come over?"
"It's none of our business," I said. "We have no say in the matter."
I wondered what Master wanted her for. Not as a slave. I doubted Sarah was slave material. If anything, she struck me more as Mistress material. He wasn't going to sleep with her unless she was a slave, but whatever it was, he was willing to pay her for it. Masters didn't always share their plans with slaves and I was sure I'd learn eventually.
"You may not have any say with your Master, but your opinion matters to me. Do you care if I come over?"
"Speaking for myself, I'd love to have you," I said.
"Lisa?" Sarah asked.
"I would enjoy your company as well," Lisa said.
She thought for a couple minutes, then said, "I'll do it. I would like a break."
"Wonderful," Master said. "Ladies, the trail starts getting a lot more crowded from here on out. We certainly don't want to reach the parking lot naked. I'm sure someone would raise a stink. Here are your clothes back."
He handed us our two garments.
"You certainly don't wear much," Sarah commented. She was putting on her own things.
"Master likes to fuck us at a moments notice," I replied. "Slaves have to be ready."
Sarah laughed. "Fucking crazy," she said.
"But so much fun," Lisa said.
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