053

Lisa laughed. "Master is right. I think it's your hormones. You're falling in love all over again due to the baby you're carrying."
"Our baby, Lisa. Yours, mine and Master's. Our child. Our husband. Our Master. Should we tell him to fuck slaves at Brianna's?"
"Aren't you worried he could fall in love with someone else?"
"He did fall in love with someone else. He fell in love with you, my sister slave. I guess if I was worried he'd leave me for another woman, I'd be concerned, but I don't believe he will ever leave us. If he falls in love with someone else, she'll have to join us and we'll have to open our hearts a little more to let her in. I could do it for him. I could do anything for him."
Lisa kissed me on the cheek. "You're beautiful, you know. I love you so much. If you're not worried about losing him to someone else, I suppose I shouldn't be concerned either. Tell Zoe to find him someone to fuck."
I squeezed her hand. "Thank you, my love."
I noticed there was a change between Reneé and Janet right away. Reneé was acting quite bossy and Janet quite timid. In fact, Janet was acting quite timid in front of all of us, and I suspected it was due to last nights activities, which probably still had her quite confused. Today was a Zumba class followed by weight work on the legs. Neither Janet nor Reneé had ever done Zumba before, so every time there was a move change, it took them a while to catch up. Reneé berated Janet for being unable to keep up even though she was having the same trouble. After about twenty minutes, I'd had enough of it. I reared back and smacked Reneé's upper thigh so hard, the entire class heard it. Reneé jumped two feet, startled and everyone looked at us.
"What was that for?" She whined, rubbing her leg.
"Come with me," I ordered. "You too, Janet."
I marched out of the room with both of them trailing behind me. Lisa smiled at me as we left, knowing what I was going to say. She hadn't enjoyed what she'd seen either. We couldn't go to the locker room for privacy nor anywhere else in the building as far as I knew, so I led them down a hallway to a rear fire exit. We couldn't leave without setting off fire alarms, but if we talked quietly, we couldn't be overheard and we could see anyone coming.
I grabbed a good handful of Reneé's hair and tugged her head down toward mine, causing her to whine again.
"Are you Jerry's slave?" I asked softly, voice low, almost whispering in her ear.
"Yes," she whimpered.
"I thought so, because you certainly orgasmed like a slave slut when he punished and fucked you last night. Are you Janet's friend?"
Reneé glanced at Janet, then dropped her eyes. "Yes. I'd like to think so."
"When you explored an aspect of your sexuality on Memorial Day, did everyone immediately start treating you like a slave until you decided you wanted to be one?" I growled in her ear.
"No."
"Even your boss, Gwen, who witnessed your whorish behavior; did she treat you like a whore, slut slave?"
"No."
"So what you're saying is, you were treated like another normal human being until you asked to be a slave slut; is that right?" I pulled on her hair a little harder.
"Yes, that's right," Reneé whimpered.
"Then what right do you have to treat your friend like your bitch for what happened last night?"
She looked at Janet again. "None."
"Then I suggest you get on your knees, like a proper slave, apologize and beg for her forgiveness." I released her hair.
Reneé knelt on the floor, slave position, knees spread, hands behind her neck, breasts thrust out, nipples hard and prominent, her sex already starting to leak her fluids merely from her position. She was a slave.
"I'm sorry, Janet. It was so wrong of me to treat you the way I did. Please accept my apologies and forgive me for my behavior."
Janet didn't forgive her right away, for which I give her credit. She made her wait for half a minute or so, the seconds ticking off, a wet spot starting to form at her crotch, different from the sweat.
"I forgive you," she said.
"Get back to class. Slaves don't have slaves. Janet, please wait here for a moment so we can speak."
Reneé left, Janet stayed. She thanked me when she was alone.
I waved off her thanks and hugged her.
"I'm sure you're quite confused by what happened yesterday. It's understandable. I assume you've never seen anything like it before?" A question.
"No." She shook her head.
"And you were aroused by what you saw?"
"Wasn't it obvious. I masturbated as I watched."
I laughed. "Well the room was permeated with the smell of slaves in heat. I'm not totally surprised. The pheromones themselves would have made me horny if I were blindfolded."
Janet gave me a weak laugh.
"Confusion is understandable. It's possible you're at least a tiny bit submissive. It might be why you stayed in an abusive relationship with an asshole for three years. But there's one thing you should know and understand completely; you're true Master; the one you want to hang onto for the rest of your life, won't abuse you. He'll cherish you for the gem you are. You'll be his most precious possession. The ones who won't aren't worth your time and effort."
"I don't understand. You're paddled and whipped. Doesn't your Master abuse you?"
"I choose to be paddled and whipped. I allow myself to be treated thus. It's not forced on me. I know my Master won't ever do anything to truly harm me. He loves and adores his slaves. I love and adore him, as well as my sister slave. No one forced this on me. I chose it. I can unchoose it at any time I wish, though I can't imagine choosing to be without him and Lisa. Don't let whatever happened to you before, including last night, determine your life. Choose what you want for yourself. Don't have it thrust upon you." She nodded. "I have a favor to ask."
"What?"
"Master is still unsure how his friends will view me after Memorial Day. Whether they will see me as the slave I was that day, or the one I am today; his slave only. He prefers I not go to the poker game yet until it's been settled in everyone's mind I'm not available as a plaything anymore. Rather than be alone tomorrow; why don't you come over and exercise with me as you did last night, and afterward, we can talk about what happened and how you're feeling. Next Thursday, the poker game is at my house and Master will be away. If we could go to the gym after you're off work and I could come to your house after until the poker game breaks up, I'd very much appreciate it."
"That sounds wonderful."
"I'll see you tomorrow then. Let's get back to class." She nodded again.
I took her hand and led her back to class as if nothing had happened. Reneé looked up as we walked in, looking guilty as sin. Janet smiled at her to let her know she was truly forgiven and Reneé smiled back in relief. The rest of our exercise went by without incident.
"Reneé's attitude was certainly different after your little chat. Janet's too," Lisa said.
"I merely made it clear that slaves don't have slaves and Janet can choose what she wants in her life. She's going to come over tomorrow while you're playing poker so we can talk some more."
Master fucked us both to several satisfying orgasms before we went to sleep. It still seemed as if I got one more than Lisa, but neither of them seemed to think so. I wasn't told to lick her to another before we nodded off. I needed to keep better track somehow.