057

SCOTT
I almost wished I'd taken the day off today. Leaving my two slaves for a week would be hard. Then there was exercise class tonight, so I'd not get to fuck them until they came home. I would certainly spend as much time fucking as I could on Saturday and Sunday before I had to leave. I was used to sex now, and lots of it. It was amazing how much you could have sex when you were having sex frequently. It's as if your body jacked up the hormones or chemicals it required for erections because you needed them more. I'd gone from having orgasms two or three times per week pre slavery, to two, three or four times daily post slavery, and if I had my way, it would be six or seven tomorrow, and maybe four more times Sunday. I hope my cock would be up for it, pun intended.
Jerry informed me he found a General Contracting class which ran from four to nine each weeknight. He would be starting after I got back from LA, so I guess Reneé's exercising with my slaves was safe for now. I admit I missed not having them the whole evening either. I'd practically stopped watching TV except when I was teasing them. Sex was our usual agenda anymore. One thing about female slaves is their needs were quite pronounced. Both of them wanted to fuck often. If I didn't let them pleasure each other part of the time, I'm sure my dick would fall off from overuse. It was a great problem to have.
When I came home, I realized they were feeling the same sense of loss from my pending trip as they were. I don't remember a blow job so lovingly given. They had me lie down on the bed and while one of them laved my ball sack, the other caressed my cock so beautifully with their mouths, I almost didn't want to cum. Switching back and forth, each of them exhibited extraordinary care and attention to my shaft and when Julia accepted my seed, it seemed she drank the nectar of the gods she swallowed so eagerly. To top it off, the last few drops collected on her tongue, she dripped into Lisa's waiting mouth, sharing it with her. I wanted to fuck someone immediately, but they had to leave.
"Your supper's in the oven on warm, Master," Lisa said after swallowing her share. "We'll see you later."
"God, I want to fuck one of you right now," I growled hoarsely.
"Save that thought, sir," Julia said. "We'll eagerly accept whatever you wish to give us when we get home. We cleansed our asses for you when we cleaned up after work. We'll do it again tomorrow morning. You may have your slaves in whatever manner you choose to have them tomorrow."
I attempted to grab one of them to plunge my cock into a tight ass, if even for a moment, but they deftly dodged. Of course I could have ordered one to comply, but I wasn't ready to be that bastard just yet. Later tonight would come soon enough. It was just three hours until they returned. It would give me more time to recuperate. So I lay there on the bed watching them don their exercise clothes, my cock hard again. After they left, I got up and ate, then worked on the plans for bed frames for different sized mattresses. I was incorrect on my estimation of the St. Andrews cross attachment. It fit under a double bed as well, though just barely. As I doubted any Master's with slaves would much care to sleep on anything smaller than a double bed, that shouldn't be an issue.
I checked on the progress they'd made on the new bed frame and it was in an advanced state of construction. It wouldn't be ready before I left, but it might be before I returned. They were becoming quite accomplished carpenters. The advancements in power tools certainly had helped females to work wood. Axes, hand saws and drills, regular screwdrivers and wrenches might have required more brawn, but if you could hold a power tool, you could do anything now. It wasn't as if they weren't both in prime physical condition either. They both worked hard enough at it. That reminded me. I should speak to Mistress Dark and tell her about the new bondage pieces we were making.
"Good evening, Master Scott," Rose answered. "How may I help you?"
"Good evening, Rose. How are you?"
"Very well, sir."
"Is your Mistress available?"
"Of course, sir. Give me a moment and I'll put her on."
"Thank you."
The phone went silent as she put me on mute and a minute later, MD picked up.
"Good evening, Scott. What's up?"
"I've developed a new bondage bed frame which will work on bed sizes from double to Alaskan King. We're looking to build more and sell them and I wanted to see if you still wanted to do business with us?"
"Of course. Do you have pictures?"
"I do have some, taken when I sent them to Mistress Brianna. She ordered one for $10,000."
"That seems steep."
"It's for a nine by nine mattress. I'm thinking maybe eight or eight and a half for a King or California King. Seven or seven five for Queen. A little less for a double, though most people don't do doubles anymore."
"Text me some pictures and let me take a look at them."
"One moment, they'll be on their way."
I picked four of the photos which showed Julia displayed on various bondage points. I waited a few minutes.
"Well, what do you think?"
"Fucking exquisite," she said. "It's making me so fucking aroused just looking at the goddamn pictures. Rose, honey, start licking my cunt, dear." I heard a couple low moans as Rose settled into her task. "Would you make me a King sized at your price less my 30% commission?"
"Of course."
"This will be a big seller, no question. By the way, I believe your other piece sold. I'm just waiting for the check to clear."
"How much?" I asked.
"Five."
"You sold it used, right?"
"Lightly used. It's still in pristine condition. I probably have two more orders for them as well, as soon as you can get them to me."
"Shit. You know, if these become higher volume pieces, we'll probably have to start our own website and shipping rather than go through you, no offense."
"None taken, though I shall miss doing business with you. It would be the smart thing to do, business wise. I never mind people doing what's good for business. I'll take what I can get while I can get it. Can I use these pictures in my on-line catalog."