022
JULIA
Master had to work in the morning and we sucked him off as we always did. I won his seed this morning, gratefully swallowing his release. Master told Lisa and I to begin writing down everything we wanted out of our slavery, our needs, desires, anticipated problems. He would do the same. After two days to think about all we expected, we'd discuss everything on Tuesday night and decide how we would work things out. Master would take the day off Wednesday, for my ultrasound. He reminded us not to discuss or confer about our lists as we made them, but strictly account for what we, as individuals, wanted out of our relationship.
Lisa and I went to the gym after he left, letting it all percolate before we attempted to write things down. As much as I tried to concentrate only on what I wanted, thoughts and images of what the others might want kept popping up and I realized it would be difficult to be specific as to my own wants as I kept thinking of the others needs as well. A slave constantly desires to satisfy her Master's needs, it being an important part of her slavery, and I also wanted to ensure Lisa was satisfied with her slavery as well. But it was the purpose of the discussion needed to be about, because I was only guessing at what she might want out of her experience.
As we exercised, I explained the dilemma I was experiencing, trying to separate myself from Master's and Lisa's needs.
"I'm having the same difficulty," Lisa said. "I think I'm just going to write everything I'm feeling and thinking down, then look at the list again and start crossing off things more related to you and Master than me."
"It sounds like a good plan. I might have to use it."
We stopped on the way home for groceries so we wouldn't need to go out again, planning for supper. Stripping off when we got home, I realized how much I enjoyed being a naked slave. Could there be anything more freeing than slavery? I understood the contradiction in terms, but I felt more free as a slave than I did when not. We showered together, careful not to arouse each other as we didn't have permission to cum. After a quick salad, I took a notebook out on the patio by the pool and started writing. Lisa stayed inside at the dining room table, wanting to make sure the lists were our own and not a mishmash of each other's ideas.
I started writing everything down, and I mean everything. What part did I see for Lisa in our life, in our child's life? Did I care if she wanted children and would I have a problem if her children were fathered by my husband? If she had children, what part would I want to play in theirs? Did I want her living in my house? Should she keep her own or sell it? How much did I really enjoy having sex with other people and did I want it to continue on some level? What about my Master? How upset would I be if he had sex with other women not named Lisa? How much sex did I want with other women, not named Lisa? Did I want more control over my own orgasms? Did I want to set limits on my punishment? If last night was any indication, I might even enjoy harsher punishments.
What did I want to tell my parents, Scott's parents and Lisa's parents? Did I even care what they thought? It was my life after all, and I shouldn't try to live it through the expectations of others. Our king size bed was probably big enough for three, but the Alaskan King of Brianna's was fantastic, especially once I got king sized from the baby. A larger bed to sprawl around on might be nice. Something had to be done about sucking Master for clothes each day. I had no problems at all sucking him anymore, but clothes were clothes, and if I needed to go out, I'd need to wear them and didn't want to suffer without because he somehow got neglected in the morning, nor suffer punishment or humiliation later to earn sluttier versions of what I needed to wear to go shopping or out to dinner. This was no longer a three week experiment; this was the rest of my life. Obviously, I'd go naked most of the time around the house; I preferred it so, but what if we had guests. I imagined it would be uncomfortable being naked in front of any of our parents again, though as to others, I'd be willing to compromise. I believed Lisa and I should remain clothed and uncollared amongst the poker group, at least until they lost any expectations they might still harbor for sex with slaves.
I'd filled about five pages front and back with my scribblings by the time we needed to prepare supper. I wondered how the others were doing. I wondered if Master had time to even work on a list while he was at work.
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