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"Can you order an Alaskan king for us?" Master asked.
"Uh, yes sir," he said. "Probably be around two to three months for delivery."
"Fine, I'm going to need to design and build the frame for it anyway. I'd like a combination coil and foam mattress; would that be a problem?"
"It shouldn't be, sir. Portland Mattress takes special orders."
"Get the paperwork started," Master said, "we'll take one."
Of course, both of Master's slaves had to kiss him once we knew we were getting a new bed. The salesperson developed a hard-on. He pictured three relatively young naked people cavorting on a large mattress and his pants became uncomfortably tight, which he tried to hide behind a binder he was carrying. Both of Master's slaves smiled smugly to themselves, thinking of it. Every time I even started to think about sex, I grew wet.
While Master and the sales clerk filled out the order, Lisa and I sat down and talked about the visit to the doctors and I told her about my conversation about being branded.
"I wish you'd reconsider branding," Lisa said. "I'd be willing to get a tattoo with you, but the more I think of it, the less I would consider more than a tattoo, other than piercings, of course. I'd be willing to get some of those, as well."
"She said I could call her in a week, and I will consider the alternatives, just for you and Master." I kissed her. "It would be fun to do something like get a tattoo together."
"Please. I don't want a brand, but I'd really be happy to get a tattoo."
It took Master about twenty minutes before he was done.
"I'm taking you to Luigi's tonight," Master said. "If we're going to consider having our bonding ceremony there, we should see if they have a meeting room or if we'd have to rent out the whole place."
"It's only been two and a half weeks, Master. I'm sure Sharon won't have forgotten us," I said.
"Unlikely since she licked you to orgasm, slave," Master replied.
"Will we be taking advantage of their long tablecloths tonight, Master?" Lisa asked.
"Not today," he replied. "Not if we're hoping to use it in the future."
"Too bad," I said, grinning. "There was something decadently wicked in sucking you off under the table, with the possibility of being seen by others."
"Another time, perhaps," Master said, grinning back.
When we got to Luigi's, Master asked if Sharon was working. Upon finding out she was, he asked to be seated in her section. Seeing us seated together, Sharon asked if she should look under the tablecloth for anyone else.
"Not today," Master replied, smiling. "All that might happen today is a meal and finding out who we need to speak to about renting a room or more for a celebration in a couple months.
"How many people?" Sharon asked.
"I hadn't considered how many we might like to invite," Master said. "Ladies, what do you think."
"Our parents, that's six," I said, "We should probably invite our poker group too, which would be five more."
"MD, Rose, and Slut," Lisa said, "would love to come."
"Slut?" Sharon asked.
"It's not her real name," Master said, "but it's the only one we know. We're up to fourteen now."
"I think we should invite Gwen, Sherman and Reneé," Lisa said, "making seventeen."
"Since the people at Brianna's were instrumental in making this happen," I said, "Brianna, Zoe, Sam, Marcia, Chantelle, and Monique would be appropriate. That's twenty-three. Sarah and Ron would be possibilities, but I don't know if they'll be off the Trail in two months."
"We could check," Master said. "We could possibly delay the celebration until they were done. That would be twenty-five. Are there any others you'd like to invite?"
"Those would be the only ones who already know and understand, sir," I said. "Anyone else can find out the normal ways; social media or phone calls, casual conversation."
"What are you celebrating?" Sharon asked.
"We're becoming a throuple," I said. "Lisa is going to be joining our household in a polyamory relationship. Neither of us can marry her but we'd like to signify our bond with each other in a ceremony expressing our commitment to each other."
"The three of you, together. One big happy family?" Sharon asked.
"Four, including my baby," I said. "I'm pregnant. Had our first ultrasound today."
"You're having a baby and letting another woman into your marriage?"
"Yes," I said, taking Lisa's hand. "My best friend, lover and sister sex slave to my Master."
"Are you hypnotizing these women?" Sharon asked, speaking to Master.
Master laughed. "No, but I'm happy they're willing to join with me."
"Just need to know if I need to avoid looking into your eyes. What happened to the other woman who was here last time?"
"Happily renewing her relationship to her husband. She was married."
"You were with a married woman?"
"It's a long story," Master said. "She wasn't doing well with her husband at the time. We might have helped their marriage."
Sharon raised her eyebrows. It was complicated explaining how when he realized he could fuck a lowly slave, he could also fuck his own wife the same way.
"We do have a room available which can do up to forty people comfortably," Sharon said. "The manager is off today. I'll let him know you're interested in the room and let him talk to you. Let me have your phone number please."
"Thank you, Sharon." Master gave her his number, writing it down on a blank sheet in her order pad. We ordered for today. Master skipped the wine because I couldn't drink.
We had a lovely meal, and no one went under the table this time. We returned home and immediately stripped off our clothes. They were becoming amazingly uncomfortable to be wearing all day.
"Let's get our phone calls out of the way before we have sex. Lisa, you're up for a fuck."
I started to say something but shut up before a word crossed my lips. Demanding sex from my Master was what got me into trouble with him last night.
"You fucked me last night, Master. It's Julia's turn." Thank you, Lisa.
"I offered to fuck her this morning and she declined," Master said. "It's your turn again."
"She didn't really decline, sir. It was impractical. I wouldn't want to go for an OB/GYN appointment with a cunt full of cum either. It would be embarrassing."
Lisa understood these things. She was a woman.
"Nevertheless," Master said, "she had an opportunity and she refused it."
"It's not fair. Say something, Julia."
"My Master is in charge of my sex, Lisa. If he says it's your turn, it's your turn. I'm but a lowly slave who must do as her Master commands."
"Fuck!" Lisa said. "This will never work if Master's unfair about it. I refuse. I won't have sex with him either. He can have sex with you or no one."
"You're his sex slave, Lisa. You can't refuse to fuck him. He's your Master."
"I don't care. He can punish me if he wants. I want our relationship to work and if he treats either of us unfairly, it won't. It's your fucking turn for fucking. Spank me if you wish, Master. I won't open my legs for you if Julia doesn't get fucked first."
"It's okay, Lisa; really. I'll be fine. It's not like I'll die if I don't get fucked tonight."
"I know how much you need it, Julia. The same as I would."
I glanced at Master and he had a big smile on his face, grinning from ear to ear. Lisa saw me looking and turned to him too.
"Looks like one of my slaves learned her lesson about who's in charge here. The other one still hasn't. I guess she has to do without any orgasms tonight. I'm happy to see you're willing to look after each other, though. Makes me quite hopeful about the future."
"It was a test?" Lisa asked.
"One which you both failed and passed, Lisa. Failed because you still question your Master's decisions and passed because you are caring for your sister slave's welfare. For the first, no orgasms tonight. For the second, your punishment won't be worse. You may have them again tomorrow." He kissed her, softly, then hard, a slave's kiss, caressing her cunt, though not enough to let her cum. Just enough to leave her hungry for more. "Good girl," Master said. Then Master fed me his fingers, slick with her fluids, before kissing me, while he stroked my cunt to orgasm, his slave, shuddering through her passion on his strong digits. "Good girl," he whispered as I writhed on his hand, panting.
I was such a slave. In less time than it took to say it, he'd made me cum. When he'd finished with me, leaving a gasping, weak kneed slave girl who wanted nothing more than to drop to the floor and suck his cock, he released me. I reached for Lisa's hand and squeezed it. "Thank you," I mouthed, not even a whisper. She squeezed my hand back. "You're welcome," she breathed back. I had no doubt in my mind at that moment how much I loved them both.
Master called his parents first.
"Do we tell them about the baby?" Master asked as the phone was ringing.
"We might as well, sir," I replied. "It's part of the news."
"Hello, son," Dan said when he picked up the phone. "What's up?"
"Hey, Dad, we've got some big news. Is Mom there so we can tell you together?"
"Sure, give me a minute to round her up." He set the phone down.
A few minutes later, he said. "We've got you on speaker and she's with me."
Master took a deep breath and said, "Julia and Lisa are with me. In roughly seven months, you can expect another addition to the family. You're going to be grandparents."
"Julia, you're pregnant? That's wonderful," Sandy said.
"Yes, Mom, I am."
"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" Sandra inquired.
"Too early to tell on the ultrasound today," I said, "but you have another member of the family as of yesterday."
"Did you adopt, too?" Dan asked.
"Not quite," Master said. "Lisa is going to be joining us as an equal member of our relationship. She's selling her house and moving in with us."
"Lisa is moving in with you?" Dan asked. "Equal member, what does that mean?" Sandy added.
"We're all going to be together," I said. "One family, three adults and one child. And Lisa wants to have children too. So you may have grandchildren from more than one source."
"Is that even legal?" Dan asked.
"According to Zoe," Master said, "it is, as long as neither one of us marries her. We'll be having a ceremony of some sort to commemorate our union. Plus, both of them intend to remain my submissives, which will be part of our bonding ceremony. We will be changing the dynamics of the slavery, however. No sharing for the most part. Nothing like Memorial Day again."
"Zoe, your old girlfriend?" Sandy asked.
"Yes, the attorney."