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Marcia had a gold slide collar with chains leading to gold bracelets on each wrist. It definitely looked gold. The bracelets on her wrists were called slave bracelets because chains led to a gold rings on her hands on her ring fingers. She had golden bells fastened to hoops on each of her nipples with diamonds on the canons of the bell. She also had a labial piercing with medallions and another gold bell and diamond. The bells chimed as she walked, even more than the tinkling of Chantelle's labia medallions.
"May I look closer, Marcia?" I asked, intrigued.
"I'd like to look closer as well," Master said.
Sam said he had no objection and even Lisa moved closer to the two naked and adorned slaves. I could smell their arousal as we got close. I could see dew glistening on each of their cunts. Slaves are such needy creatures.
"Why the bells, Master Sam?" I asked, fingering the bell depending from Marcia's right nipple.
"The first time Marcia submitted to me was at Christmas. I'd just finished losing my first forty pounds. She didn't have nipple piercings then, but I had fake piercings, bells that fasten with nylon line around the nipple. They rang every time she moved. She told me at the end of her two days of slavery she would probably get wet every time she heard bells chiming from then on, so I had these made."
I looked closer at the jewelry hanging below her pudendum. One of the medallions read, 'Sam's Slave'. I touched it, noticed how it was fastened to a smaller hoop through the outer labia. If anything, she was getting wetter as we observed her. Marcia had mentioned she was an exhibitionist. It was becoming obvious to me.
"I love the piercings, Marcia. Who did them for you?" I commented.
"Brianna, at the BDSM show."
"Could she do these for me here?" I asked. "I would love to wear something identifying me as belonging to my Master.
"She could," Marcia replied. "All kinds of piercings; nipple, clitoral hood, labial, belly button. You name it, they probably pierce it. If you're considering piercings, you might want to speak to Monique and some of the other women who've had children about the effect of piercings on breast feeding and baby delivery. I'm sure they had to remove any vaginal piercings to deliver the babies and the nipple piercings for breast feeding."
"I'm assuming you don't wear these while working as a deputy?" Master asked.
"I remove all signs of slavery when working; going for simple bars or hoops in my nipples and the small hoop in my labia. Not feeling the collar around my neck is usually enough to remind me I'm not in slave mode. Having these things hanging between my legs is a constant reminder of my slavery."
"Is she wet now?" Sam asked. "She touched you, Lisa. Go ahead and feel her up."
Lisa slid her finger through Marcia's slit. Marcia moaned. Lisa's finger came out very wet. "She's a hot slave slut bitch, Master Sam," remembering what Marcia said about her.
"Julia, touch Chantelle's cunt. It should be just as wet. Wearing slave jewelry is usually a prelude to some great fucking."
Recalling Chantelle rubbing her beautiful black naked body against my Master while kissing him, I not only tested her for wetness, I shoved two fingers up her cunt, making her gasp and cum. I kept finger fucking her until her orgasm passed.
"She just climaxed, Master Sam, in case you care about such things."
Sam laughed. "Indeed I do. She should know better. I don't think she was quite prepared for your surprise invasion. Would you like to spank her? She gets fifty for cumming without permission."
"May I, Master," I asked.
"Be my guest," Master said. "You should probably learn to punish disobedient slaves as Lisa has. Remember, if it's not sufficiently rigorous, I will spank you the same number."
I whispered in Chantelle's ear so softly no one else could hear, "I want to spank you for rubbing your spectacular nude body against my Master while kissing him this afternoon."
Chantelle smiled at me and whispered back, "Spank me hard then, because if I get the chance, I'll do it again. Your Master is very handsome."
I laughed. Aloud I said, "Yes, my Master is very handsome and you're welcome to rub yourself against him any time your Master and mine allow it."
Everyone laughed, realizing the nature of our conversation. "Over my knees, please, Chantelle. Lisa, please count for me."
I sat down and Chantelle got over my knees. You could tell she'd done this often. Her bottom was so firm and muscular. I began spanking her while Lisa counted, and I realized my hand might soon hurt as much as her ass did. Goodness, her ass was tight. I was at around thirty when she asked permission to cum.
"Would you allow her to cum, Julia?" Sam asked.
"No, Master Sam. I want her to wait. But I'd like permission from both Masters to make her cum when her spanking is over."
"I have no objection," Sam said.
"I have none either, slave," Master said.
I immediately slowed the pace of my spanking, making Chantelle writhe on my lap, desperate to orgasm.
"Do you need to cum, slave?" I asked her.
"Oui, Mistress," she said, panting. "Please let me cum." Her bottom was arching into my hand.
"I'm no Mistress. I'm a pathetic slave girl like yourself who craves to cum at a Master's touch. I too can orgasm when I'm spanked by my Master. You love being a slave don't you, just like me?"
"Oui," she whimpered. "I love being a slave. I am a slave."
"Your Master is very lucky to have you, a delicious slave such as yourself. You're so fuckable, I want to fuck you myself."
"Fuck me, please. Just let me cum."
"I don't have permission to fuck you. I'm a slave. My orgasms don't belong to me any more than they belong to you."
Lisa's count had reached 49 and I stopped there, Chantelle squirming over my knees, begging to cum. This is what I was. A cum hungry slave begging my Master to orgasm. Not being allowed to climax worse than fifty swats to one's ass.
"Please, Julia," she moaned. "Let me cum."
I took pity on this beautiful slave, so like me. I gave her the final swat and shoved three fingers up her cunt with the order to cum. She sobbed and her pussy contracted, squeezing my fingers so tightly. Master Sam must love fucking her. Her orgasm eventually died and I fed her my fingers, slick with her cum. When she finished I kissed her, tasting her on her lips.
Both men were hard, turned on by my spanking of Chantelle's beautiful ass. Sam's cock was visible as he was naked. He had a nice, large cock, equivalent to Master's. Master's was a large bulge within his pants as he hadn't gotten into the spirit of this place yet and still had on the clothes he wore here. Chantelle was still panting, slowly recovering from her orgasm.
"Thank you, Master Sam," I said. "Your slave is so beautiful and as needy as I am. No wonder you fell in love with her. I think you have two magnificent slaves. Should you ever want to share either of them with my Master, I would love watching him fuck them."
"I'm as reluctant to share slaves as your Master is, slave. You did that quite well. Are you sure you're not a dominant, or at least a switch?" Sam asked.
"Quite sure, Master Sam. But I do understand slave psychology. There is no one more slave than I am, but knowing myself, I understand other slaves as well. When a friend of ours wanted to learn to be a Mistress, Mistress Dark took her for two days. The first day she had to spend as a slave. It wasn't until the second day she learned about being a dominant. I think she was wise to do so."
"I met someone like you at the BDSM convention I attended in Las Vegas with Marcia. A slave girl that won a contest making Marcia cum. Do you remember, Marcia?"
"Very much, Master. I'm unlikely to ever forget Alicia."
"What was so special about Alicia?" Master asked.
"Like your slave with Chantelle just now, she knew how to engage the brain in the sex act. It's no longer just physical sensations, it's how you experience them in your head and what you think about the physical sensations. Very potent stuff. I don't know about you, but I'd like to retire now," Sam said. "I desperately need to fuck my slaves."
I was not surprised, Sam's cock was rigidly hard, and leaking precum. Master was hard too. I wanted to feel him in me.
"This slave would very much love to be fucked, Master," I said. "Master Sam has the right idea. I think bed is a wonderful idea. Come on, Lisa. Let's see if we can get Master to cum more than he did this afternoon."
"Chantelle," Master Sam said, "please show our guests to their room. Return quickly so you can pleasure your Mistress while I fuck her."
"Oui, Monsieur," she replied.
Chantelle brought us to our room.
"Monsieur has two master suites and two master baths. I know you weren't prepared to spend the night, but we have some items for our guests to use. They're in this closet." She opened the door showing us small personal sized items of bathroom items. "Please use anything you require. I look forward to spending more time with you tomorrow. Bonne nuit, Monsieur Scott, Julia and Lisa."
I kissed her again, and she kissed me, thanking me for her orgasm. Chantelle left and we looked around. It was a full sized bedroom suite, approximately the same size as our bedroom. The bathroom was also large. Lisa and I got into the shower while Master undressed. We grabbed toothbrushes and a small tube of toothpaste from the closet and brushed while Master showered. Lisa and I climbed into bed, kissing and petting one another, waiting for Master to join us.
Master came to bed, slightly damp and sweet smelling. Lisa attacked his cock and I sucked his balls until Master chose to fuck Lisa. I watched my Master fuck my friend, his cock sliding back and forth in her steamy cunt. Lisa climaxed three times before Master's cock flexed multiple times, accompanied by his impassioned groans, spewing his essence deep in her cunt. Lisa mewled as she felt him pulse inside her. He pulled out, his cock shrinking.
I shoved his cock in my mouth, not only cleaning him off, but striving for another erection. After all, I wanted to be fucked too. I was once again a needy slave, collared by my true Master. Content in my slavery, but craving my Master own me and make me his once more. Master did not disappoint. I was able to get him hard and while I sucked his cum out of Lisa, he pounded my pussy to four orgasms. Sometimes waiting was its own reward.