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"Is it over, Mistress," I asked, coming out of the silence in my mind.
The handle of the Enforcer was shoved into my cunt and I screamed, "Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum."
"You can cum slave," Sarah whispered and I trembled like a leaf as she fucked me with the handle, one contraction after the other sweeping over my body. I don't know how long it went on, but eventually, I settled, panting hard.
"Do you recall where I was?" Sarah asked.
Where was she, shit, where was she, I wondered. I'd been so distant while it was happening, drifting off as she paddled me, practically a trance. I ran over it in my mind. "Twenty-one," I replied.
"Are you guessing or do you know?" Sarah asked. I glanced at Master. He'd cum and Lisa was cleaning off his cock. He gave the tiniest of nods.
"Yes, it was twenty-one," I said, praying I'd interpreted him correctly.
"Very good," Sarah said. "Keep track of the rest."
Only nine more, I thought. I can do nine standing on my head. She finished the balance and I'd gotten through it.
"We'll take a brief break now before we put her back on the cross," Master said, "since her backside will be against the cross and should have a brief rest."
Master released me and told me to have some ice water or juice to drink. I scurried into the kitchen. What I needed was an ice pack on my bum. At least the rest of my punishment would be on the front and not the back. Master sent Lisa after me to ensure I was okay.
"I'm getting through it," I said. "I'm just glad she chose the whip for sixty and not the Enforcer. Did you have a good time with Master last night?"
"I did," Lisa said, "although Master was a little distracted. I think he worried you would not be able to cum enough."
"Sarah, did fine," I said. "She even decided she wouldn't die or go to hell if she licked some cunt. I had a lot of very nice orgasms, which both surprised and delighted me. I don't think Sarah is slave material. I believe she would be a very demanding Mistress if turned loose on someone. Hopefully, a man. She's sure she prefers a cock as much as we do."
Master got a phone call and we saw him take it. He got a very surprised look on his face and carried on a brief conversation with whoever. Even Sarah got a shocked look on her face and it seemed odd she would be surprised by one half of a conversation to people she didn't even know. Unable to contain my curiosity, we went back into the living room.
"Who was that, Master?" I asked.
"That was Gwen," Master said. "She's bringing another slave tomorrow."
"Who's she bringing?" I asked.
"Reneé," Master said. "Apparently, over the past few days, Gwen has spoken to her about what's happened here and she wanted to sign up as a red silk slave on Monday."
"You fucking deviants have your own fucking language," Sarah said. "What the hell are you talking about?"
I explained, "A white silk slave is one who may only use her hands or mouth to pleasure someone, not her cunt or ass. A red silk slave may be used in any way."
"You got someone else to sign on to this crazy roller coaster ride?" Sarah asked.
"Apparently," Master replied. "That wasn't the truly shocking part, however. Gwen is bringing her husband."
"Her husband, Master? We fucked his wife. He's not coming over to shoot us all is he?" I asked.
"I asked Gwen the same thing, she says not. She said she deliberately told him what was going on to see if she could jolt him into counseling or at least loosen his restrictions on sex toys. He said he wanted to observe his wife being sold and fucked."
"That is some weird, fucked up shit," Sarah said. "Why?"
"I don't know," Master replied. "You can ask him yourself when you see him on Monday."
"If he doesn't mow us all down with a machine gun, you mean," Sarah said.
"Do you think it's a good idea, Master?" I asked.
"Gwen said he would be okay and not cause any trouble; doesn't even own a gun. She's not even sure if he knows how to use one."
"It's pretty easy, Master," Lisa said. "Point and pull a trigger. Why would he want to come here and see that?"
"I don't know," Master replied. "Why are Julia's parents in an open marriage? Why are Lisa's swingers? Why would I offer my wife a three week excursion into sex slavery? Why would Julia invite Lisa to join us in said extravaganza? I know why I did it, and why Julia originally accepted, but it is weird shit, as Sarah just said. Maybe he thinks it will help him with his erection issues, maybe he wants to see how much his wife needs this? I don't have a fucking clue, really."
"But Gwen thinks it's safe for him to come?" I asked.
"Yeah. She says she won't bring him here if he's not on his best behavior. She'll just send Reneé in her place. He doesn't know where we live."
"She is pretty level headed," Lisa said.
"For someone who is offering her ass, cunt, and mouth to be sold to total fucking strangers you mean? That kind of level headed?" Sarah pointed out.
"She's a department head at a major department store," Master said. "She's not a complete bimbo. Remember, Sarah, you're buying into this same shit too, at least one end of it. You intend to whip my wife's tits and cunt. Are you suddenly insane or were you always this way?"
Sarah sat down on the couch suddenly, like her legs gave out. "Jesus. You're right. I've either always been like this or I've suddenly short circuited some wires. I'm sitting naked in a house with two naked sex slaves, their naked Master, none of whom I knew before yesterday. I've had my cunt licked by two women, licked one of my own...Don't give me that look, Mr. Rivers. I'm sure you guessed I guzzled your slave's cum. I've spanked her, paddled her and planned on whipping her fucking tits! What the fuck's wrong with me?"
I sat down beside her and put my arm around her. "Mistress, might I just say I don't believe there's anything wrong with you, any more than there's anything wrong with me." I kissed her softly on the lips. "I think society as a whole does a great job of forcing us all into these little square pigeonholes. The trouble is; some of us are round, some triangular. We don't all fit in square holes. You don't think it's wrong for lesbians or gays to marry do you?"
"No, not really. I suppose I'm enlightened enough to believe you are what Mother Nature made you and you should be able to live your life to the fullest."
"People like me, Mistress, for whatever reason, find desire and fulfillment in their slavery. Was I born this way? Was there some quirk in the way I was raised? I don't know; but when I read books about this life, I felt drawn to it. Master recognized this in me and he offered me a chance to experience it and I discovered I like this life. No! Not just like, I love my life at this moment. I've found myself. For whatever reason, I was made for this. As long as I'm happy and don't hurt anyone or try to change the way they think and believe and feel, why can't I live my life as I choose. I'm not upset I had to lick your cunt. I'm not upset you want to whip my tits. It's part of my slavery. Accept you have some dominant in you that wants to come out. As long as you find someone like me to live your life with, you're not hurting anyone. Find the hole you fit in, don't try to fit in someone else's. I earned my punishment. Don't deny it to me because you think it's wrong."
"So, you don't care if I want to whip your breasts?" Sarah asked.
"Not really, Mistress. Will it hurt? I assume so. It's hurt when it's been done in the past. Do you intend to strike me so hard, I'll bleed, or you'll scar me? To have me on the ground begging for mercy?"
"No," Sarah admitted. "It's mostly curiosity about what it would be like."
"Nor would my Master allow it even if you wished to do it. I trust him, though I trust you also. You told me last night what you wanted to do, that you wanted to see me punished. Did I run screaming from your room? Disobedient slaves are punished. I climaxed without permission. I know the punishment. I am a needy sex slave. I cum often and I cum easily. I believe my slavery is part of why I'm so aroused all the time, Mistress. The tension, the anticipation, the not knowing what the day will bring. Will Master tell me to fuck the delivery man or not? Will I be given to a female guest or not?" I kissed her again and stroked her pussy and she parted her legs for me and moaned. "When I'm sold on Monday, who will buy me and what will they do to me? Will I cum and will I have permission to do so? Will I earn punishment today? All those things are unknown to me. The one thing I know for sure is I will have some of the most glorious orgasms of my life and it will all be worth it. I want you to whip me and then order me to eat you out, to lick your cunt, because I'm a sex slave and it's what I crave. To serve you or my Master, or whoever owns me for the night or the hour or the next ten minutes. It's my purpose, and how many people have found their purpose in life?"
"My dear little slave," Master said, "that's a very impassioned speech for your slavery."
"And described beautifully how I feel," Lisa said. "It's exactly what I've felt the past nine days."
"Thank you, Master. I've thought about it a lot. And Mistress, I understand the curiosity of wanting to know what it would be like. This whole thing started because I had curiosity about what it would be like to be a slave, to serve hard Masters, to be used in any way they desired, to be punished if I weren't the perfect slut. I was curious about my end of the spectrum. You're curious about the other end. You can't have a slave like me without a Master or a Mistress. My life doesn't exist without yours. If you want to experience my end of the lash, I'm sure Master would be happy to show you. Even Lisa was trained to punish me. But I don't begrudge your desire to experience your end of the lash either, so whip away." I kissed her again. "Master, hang me on the cross."
I stood up and moved to him, crossing my arms before me, offering for him to take me, to bind me, a slave offered to her Master. He kissed me and caressed me and holding my crossed wrists led me to the cross. He fastened first one wrist then the other. He knelt down and secured my ankles, my legs spread apart, my cunt wet and puffy with need. He pushed two fingers into me, making me gasp, then stealing my air when he kissed me. He walked over to Sarah and handed her the whip.
"Remember, you'll be striking some of the most tender parts of her body," Master said. "I love her greatly and don't want harm to come to her. You may strike her legs and belly as you did her back and legs before, but about half that hard on her breast and mons. Move the whip around. Do you understand?"
"I do, sir," Sarah answered.
"She's all yours."
"You're a strange woman, Julia Rivers," Sarah said, drawing near.
"I'm a slave, Mistress, and older and wiser than you," I replied.
"I'm going to touch you slave. If you need to cum, cum," Sarah whispered to me.
"Thank you, Mistress," I whispered back, then she kissed me and shoved three fingers in my needy cunt and I climaxed, pulsing hard around her fingers and moaning like the pathetic little slave I was.
For a minute or more, I shivered on her fingers, inundating them with my cum. When I was finished, she pulled them out and fed them to me, allowing me to taste myself, cleaning her slimy fingers. Then she stepped back, and swung the whip and stripes appeared on my belly. I whimpered out a "one." Another swing, more stripes, above the others. "Two." Then three, and four and more. I started crying, not hysterical sobbing, but silent tears, recognizing the delicious pain, the stripes marking my breasts, my mons, my legs. My body flinching with each strike, but never losing count and finally it was over.
Then Sarah was kissing me, kissing away my tears, stroking my face.
"You're so brave, my fine slave. I don't think I could be so brave as you."
"Thank you, Mistress, for whipping me. For recognizing me for what I am."
Sarah smiled, then dropped to her knees and licked me, my liquid center, in front of Master and Lisa, her hands squeezing my striped breasts and I cried out, "Please let me cum, Mistress."
Her tongue left me long enough to throatily say, "Cum for me, slave. Cum on my tongue." Then diving back into my volcanic core and I orgasmed for her, coating her face with my cum, my chains rattling as I trembled through a powerful climax.
My orgasm over, I lay panting, still shaking, hanging slack on the cross. Mistress released me, first my ankles, letting me stand weakly, then my wrists, then led me to the couch. She sat down, spread her legs and said, "Eat me, slave." Her cunt was wet like mine, aroused. I could smell her arousal, so strong, so potent. I licked up her slit, making her moan.
"Scott" she said, "if you don't come over here and fuck this delicious little slave like the pitiful, beautiful, needful little slave she is, you're not half the man I think you are."
Apparently, Master was all the man she thought he was. I felt him behind me, spreading my legs and spearing into my sodden pussy, owning his slave. I reached behind me and patted his leg twice and he told me to cum and I clasped his cock in my velvet embrace and climaxed again, pathetic slutty little slave that I was. Master had just cum in Lisa's mouth, so he was able to fuck me into four wonderful orgasms before he finally filled my cunt with his seed. Not once during my many climaxes did I lose focus on the cunt in front of me. Sarah climaxed three times, soaking my face.
Master pulled out of me and I could feel our cum running down my leg. Mistress Sarah pulled my face up to hers and licked her cum off me, then kissed me again, letting me taste her some more.
"I don't think I would want to exchange this weekend for anything," she whispered, while looking into my eyes.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said, laying my head down on her leg, smelling her.
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