054

JULIA
Today, I watched Lisa measure and cut the remainder of the wood for the two bed frames. She was careful and accurate. Then we carried everything down to the basement. By then, it was time to eat lunch, followed by sanding. By the time Master came home, we were cleaned up and dressed, Lisa for poker, me for exercise. Master and Lisa left before Janet arrived.
"Hi," I greeted her warmly, as an old friend, "come on in. The others have already left. The yoga mats are by the pool again, waiting for us. Have you eaten yet? I've got some salad if you haven't."
"I grabbed a bite on the way over."
"Wonderful. We can have a glass of wine after while we talk. For now, let's get started." I led her to the pool.
We went out on the patio. Janet hesitated before we started.
"If you'd like to exercise naked, it would be okay with me," she said, shyly.
I laughed. "Why? Do you want to?"
"I'm ashamed of my body. I wouldn't want to show it to anyone."
"Nonsense," I said. "You've got, at most, a few extra pounds. You look lovely. Chen thinks you're hot, and I admit if you were naked, I'd probably want to fuck you myself, but I don't have permission. Why don't we both stay dressed for now. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in my home."
"Are you bisexual?" Janet asked.
"I never used to think so. I suppose I must be, though. I definitely prefer a nice hard cock, but I've come to appreciate a woman's softness and curves. It might be more a need for sex than a predisposition towards bisexuality. Master can't be hard all the time and I need to cum often as a byproduct of my slavery."
Janet laughed. "It surely seemed so for the other slaves Tuesday night. What's the most you've ever climaxed in a day?"
"I don't know. I lost count sometime after thirty."
"Thirty! Thirty orgasms in one day?"
"Now you can understand why I enjoy my slavery so much. When Lisa and Reneé were punished, I envied them. I didn't get fucked until we went upstairs. I was dripping wet and climaxed the instant Master shoved his prick into my pussy."
We let the conversation die because I worked her hard, until she was breathing hard and drenched with sweat. The pool would feel marvelous when we were done. It did. We swam laps for an hour. When we finished, we were both exhausted. I fired up the hot tub and invited Janet to take a seat while I got her some wine. I had to be satisfied with iced tea. I returned, handed her a glass and sank in a lounge beside her.
"I wish I could get in the hot tub, but the doctor doesn't recommend it while I'm pregnant."
"You have a lovely home," Janet said. "Thank you for inviting me."
"It's been my pleasure," I replied. "You're a lovely guest and I enjoy your company. The home was probably more than we could afford at the time, but it cost less than it was worth because Master built it. It's what made him decide to become a general contractor instead of just a carpentry contractor. He realized he could give people good value for their money and still make lots of money doing it. Jerry's been with him for many years and Master wants to sell him part of the company. He's been working with Chen for at least five, as he appreciates hard work and integrity. You haven't met the rest of our friends yet. They'll probably seem as odd as we do. I know it hasn't been long, but how's your diet and exercise plan going so far?"
"Fairly well. I've lost two pounds so far this week as of this morning. I'd like to lose seven more and tone up, then maintain."
"You'll look spectacular if you do."
"Thanks."
We sat in companionable silence for a bit, taking an occasional sip of our respective beverages.
"What made you decide to become a sex slave?" Janet asked, breaking the silence.
I smiled at her. "Are you wondering if you're a sex slave as well?"
"Maybe. Shit! I don't know."
I squeezed her hand a moment
"Well, for me, I was reading a lot of romance novels involving sex slavery and reverse harem stories. They appealed to me for some reason. Master found me reading them, wondered at my enjoyment of them and read a few. It made him realize that some of my sexual fantasies extended to being a sex slave and he offered me the opportunity to try it for myself. I knew that fantasy is often different than reality, but the very idea of submitting made me wetter than a swamp and increased my enjoyment of sex five fold. He offered to allow me the experience for three weeks to see if the reality lived up to the fantasy. It took me a while before I could accept. I was scared, afraid of being a sex slave for three weeks since Master suggested he might share me with others and I worried about the danger it posed to my marriage if he did. He was reading more into the reverse harem novels than I ever did. He believed I wanted to be used by more than one person. I'll admit to you, I did enjoy it. There were times when I had a cock in my cunt, one in my ass and one in my mouth and it was exciting; but it wasn't the reason I wanted to submit. I'm a submissive. I wanted to submit because I am a submissive. I would have been just as happy submitting to Master, but he didn't know, so he offered me to others as part of our experiment, both men and women.
"The major reason I was afraid of accepting his offer wasn't the thought of being shared, it was fear of liking it too much I couldn't go back to my old life. But the impulse to submit was so strong, I had to try it. When I found out I was pregnant, I thought it was now or never, so I agreed to sex slavery for three weeks. I was right to fear liking it too much. I loved it. I loved everything about it. I was devastated when Master wanted to go back to our old life, though I was willing to do so. Fortunately, we knew some people who convinced Master I didn't need to be shared with others, so we could continue our relationship as Master and submissive."
"When did this happen? How long ago?"
"A little over two weeks before Memorial Day."
"That's not much less than two months. How did Lisa become involved?"
"She was my next door neighbor and best friend and at one of Master's poker games, she witnessed me punished by Master and orally serving the men playing and her. Much as you were intrigued by what you witnessed on Tuesday, she was fascinated by what she observed me doing. In addition to seeing my subservience, I'd told her how happy I was, and how great the sex was. She'd been divorced and unhappy with her lot in life. When she saw how rapturous I was, she asked if she could join us as another submissive. Given how happy I was and how unhappy she was and that she was my friend, I invited her to join us. It's worked out well for us. I couldn't be happier. Now let me ask a few questions. First of all, before we even discuss your own personal involvement; did you like what you saw on Tuesday?"
"I was aroused, self evident I'm sure. I'm unsure if I liked it. I'm still sorting through my feelings on the matter. Part of my confusion is I don't think I should like it. That it was wrong and I'm a bad person for even thinking I liked it. Two women were spanked with a paddle and whipped. Isn't that wrong by definition?"
"It certainly would be if said women weren't willing participants in the matter," I admitted, "but they were. So why do you feel it was wrong?"
"It almost feels as though the men are taking advantage of a mental illness of the women. They can't possibly want what they were doing to them if they aren't sick, therefore, their consent isn't really voluntary, like raping a roofied woman. Just because she can't protest and might even have enjoyed it in a drug induced haze, doesn't mean it was voluntary and not rape."
"What you're saying is, submissiveness could be a disease."
"Maybe not a disease, per se, but a character flaw dominant men are taking advantage of."
"How long have you and Reneé been friends?"
"About three years."
"In those three years, did she strike you as being mentally ill. Any visible signs of it before she became a sex slave?"
"No. None until now."
"You haven't known Lisa or I for as long, but do either of us strike you as mentally deranged or ill?"
"Except for the fact you enjoy being spanked or whipped, no."
"Don't forget, we also enjoy fucking. Lots of fucking. Fucking our Master and each other. Does that make us nymphomaniacs?"
"It's my understanding, nymphomaniacs have uncontrollable urges towards sex. While you both have strong sexual urges, you seem to have control over them. Your fucking isn't indiscriminate. Mostly, it seems confined to your relationship."
"It's actually very controlled, in the sense it's totally under Master's control. Neither of us are allowed to orgasm without permission. So I would agree we're not nympho's, which strikes me as a term men invented to label women who like to fuck as much as they do. Kind of a double standard. So, you're unsure if you should like what you witnessed, slaves being punished and fucked, because society kind of says it's a big no-no."
"Yes."
"And what about yourself on Tuesday. Did you like being punished and made to cum?"
Janet was silent.
"Let me get you some more wine while you think about that."
I stuck out my hand and waited for her to give me her glass. She passed it to me and I went inside and poured another half glass, handing it to her when I returned. I sat down and waited. She drank a third of the glass quickly.
"Be honest, Janet. I'm not asking you to rob a bank. Did you enjoy it when you were punished and made to cum?"
"Yes," she whispered, so quietly I could scarce hear her. "Doesn't that make me as sick as you are?"
"Well, I don't think I'm sick, and I wouldn't even say you're like me quite yet. You witnessed something you'd never seen before. It aroused you and you wanted to see what it was like and you maybe didn't hate it as much as you think you should. Actually, I consider the fact you stayed in a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship with a man for over three years to be the sicker than a physical spanking and some sex with a person you like and trust. My personal opinion and maybe I'm the odd one here. Let's put it aside for the moment. Had you ever had sex with a woman before?"
"Never."
"Do you think lesbians or bisexuals are sick?"
"No. Otherwise I guess I couldn't have been friends with Reneé in the first place."
"So the sex wasn't an unnatural act on your part, only being aroused by witnessing what happened and not hating it so much when it happened to you."
"Unnatural for me because I'd never done it with a woman before, but yes; I agree with your assessment."
"Let's examine the spanking business for a second then. Was being struck, spanked and paddled; was it brutal? Did you fear for your life? Did you think you'd be permanently scarred or even horribly bruised by what happened?"
"Never. I trusted Reneé not to hurt me too badly."