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I looked at Lisa and she shrugged her shoulders. He definitely was my husband in addition to my Master. When I was fucking other people, I'd let him fuck other slaves. We'd both be fucking Lisa now, and he possibly intended to share us with Rose, Slut or Reneé. They were the other slaves we'd been with, plus Gwen, but I didn't expect she'd be serving as a slave anymore.
"During my slavery, Master was able to fuck other slaves. He didn't fuck non-slaves though he had opportunity to. It would be my preference as his wife that continue as is. I would also prefer he not fuck any slave whom Lisa and I are not also fucking, sir. If anyone is good enough for us, they should also be good enough for him. My preferences being stated, I do not demand he limit himself to only those he allows us to fuck. I do not believe I, as a slave, should impose upon the desires of my Master. He may have reasons to do so which might serve to impose lessons or discipline on his two slaves. I trust Master to do what's best for his slaves."
Master hugged and kissed me some more. I wanted to fuck him again; to feel him fill my wet slave pussy or ass and own me.
"Lisa, do you agree with Julia's decision?" Sam asked.
"I am so thankful to be included in Julia's fantasy; I'm willing to abide by whatever they both feel is appropriate for their marriage."
Sam, Marcia and Chantelle looked at each other. It looked like they were reading each other's minds, they were so close.
Chantelle was the one who spoke. "You've decided what limits Monsieur and slave should abide by. If you're truly going to do this thing, the slaves need to consider what limits they should impose on each other. One of you is Scott's wife. Julia, are there any limitations you feel should be imposed on Lisa as a non-wife?"
"What do you mean?" I asked. "What kind of limitations?"
"You're about to have a child, Julia. I'm assuming Lisa will be part of your household as you raise your children. What part do you see Lisa playing in the child rearing? Will she be allowed to discipline the children as you and your Monsieur do? Will she be looked upon as a second mother or as a beloved servant or aunt, or just another woman who lives in the house, a glorified babysitter?"
All three of us looked at one another.
"Another point of consideration," Marcia said, "is children. As a slave, Lisa will not have opportunities to date, or marry anyone. Does she want children? Are you both okay with her having children? I can't have children for my husband, but Chantelle can. If and when Chantelle has children, they will be considered our children, not hers. These are questions you need to answer for this arrangement to work. Right now, you're only thinking of yourselves, but this is a decision affecting not just yourselves, but your parents and children."
"Do you want children, Lisa?" I asked.
"I wanted them when I was married," she replied. "I assumed it would be in any discussion I had with anyone I seriously looked at as husband material. I haven't thought about it since this began, but yes, I think I would like children."
"You don't have to answer all the questions now," Sam said. "But you do have to think long term. You've already determined you want to keep the arrangement, but that doesn't mean for six months or a year unless you want it to be. It means five years, ten years, fifty years. Are you familiar with William Marston?"
"He's the creator of the comic book 'Wonder Woman' isn't he?" Master asked.
"Yes, he was a psychologist, a Harvard professor," Sam said, "and proponent of what he called the DISC theory of psychology, which placed Dominance and Submission as two parts of his theory. Inducement and Compliance are the others. He believed submission to a loving source was beneficial and should be conformed to, that any form of bondage had erotic underpinnings, and he truly believed bondage should be part of a loving relationship. Whether or not you believe his psychological theories is immaterial. The only reason I mention him is that apparently, he and his wife, Elizabeth, lived in an polyamorous relationship with a former student, Olive Byrne, well before society was even willing to consider such relationships as possible. He died before the age of 54, but his wife and lover lived together for a long time after his death.
"They both had children by him, though they never spoke of their sex life together, so it's unknown if all three shared a bed, or if the two women were lovers after his death, but it's what I mean by long term. They raised their children together, the two women continuing to do so after he died. Answers to these questions are going to form decisions affecting many different aspects of your life from now on, and you need to consider the implications of any choices not just for now, but years from now. It's why you need to think long term. Whatever you decide about children are going to affect you and your slaves for years. Your relationship is not solely about sex. It's about everything you care about."
Master looked at both of us. "It appears we have a great many things to talk about."
"Fertile conversation for our trip back, Master," I said.
"I was definitely thinking in the now, Master," Lisa said. "I never considered the implications of my decision to submit past today, really."
"Do you want to change your mind?" Master asked.
"Not right now, but it is something we need to discuss soon, sir."
"My suggestion to you all," Marcia said, "is to write down everything you hope to enjoy and gain by this relationship with one another. Write down the problems you anticipate. Don't confer with each other, but list what 'you' want. Answer for yourself what you're looking for, next week, next year, five years, ten years, even old fucking age. When you've done that, then meet together, go over your lists, and decide what everyone can live with and live without. Adding a third person to the marriage mix introduces a whole lot more compromises than just two people do. I had to compromise hell out of my life when my Master and Chantelle fell in love. To a certain extent, we all had to compromise. Initially, I demanded three days a week for myself where I was Master's alone. That was a compromise for both Chantelle and Master. I think, to a certain extent, myself and Chantelle both being submissive helped. If we were all dominants, our relationship wouldn't work. Chantelle coming from a submissive relationship to Brianna helped. She was willing to accept some aspects of dominance from me when I'm not in slave mode, or even as head slave. Certainly, caring deeply for one another has been a godsend. It's made us more willing to accept compromise."
"A very wise suggestion," Master said.
"One other item for consideration," Master Sam said. "It doesn't sound as if any of you had a clear understanding of what the others were looking for when you started this or even when it ended. Julia and Lisa were enjoying their slavery, but Scott imagined it was the sex they loved, not their submission. He possibly should have asked, but the slave can tell without being asked. Scott recognized he didn't want to share his wife past three weeks, and apparently, his slaves didn't recognize that was his primary, if not only, objection to remaining their Master. There was a critical lack of communication between all parties. Regardless of what you decide to do about the future, it's not set in concrete. Things change. Goals change. Feelings change. It's important to keep the dialogue open. When something stops working, you have to speak up. Things may require adjustment tomorrow, let alone next year. Don't let your lists be the end all of your conversations. It has to keep working for everyone, or it's not working for anyone."
"I agree, sir," I said. "We failed the communication test badly."
"Maybe not a critical failure if you're playing for three weeks, but if you want to keep this up, it would be," Marcia said.
"Thank you, everyone for your suggestions," Master said. "I think you've been very helpful."
"Marcia, Chantelle," I said. "Would you be offended if I examined your slave jewelry more closely? One of the reasons I wanted to come today was to look at possible jewelry for myself. If I'm to continue as a slave, I'm very interested in slave jewelry."
"Not at all," she replied.
"My beautiful slaves, why don't you put on all of your regalia and give her the full effect," Sam said.
"Of course, Monsieur." "Right away, Master."
Marcia and Chantelle disappeared into their bedroom. Sam made us another drink. In about five minutes, they both returned.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Master said, seeing them first.
I agreed whole heartedly. Both women were so beautiful and their jewelry did everything to complement their beauty. Chantelle had a gold colored metal collar. I could not imagine the whole thing would be gold. From the loop at the front of the necklace, chains went to each of her nipples and fastened to hoops in each one. Miniature gold handcuffs descended from each of her nipples. She had collar matching gold bracelets on each wrist. She had a belly button piercing with miniature gold handcuff's suspended from it. Chantelle had a labial piercing with three dangling medallions which chimed as she walked like a wind chime. There was writing on one I couldn't read from where I was sitting in Master's arms on the couch.