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"So, Chantelle drags herself back dreading this moment. She kneels again and asks what a slave can do for her, and Marcia demands she lick her cunt. Chantelle licks it until Marcia cums, then waits for further orders, Marcia's cum on her face, unwilling to make the lonely walk under all eyes again until released.
"I think she's crying, not aloud, but tears trickle down her face. Marcia next orders her to suck Sam's cock until he cums all over her face. Chantelle hesitates. She's being told to do the very thing that got her into trouble with Marcia, suck the cock of the man she loves, but instead of swallowing, she has to take a facial. Marcia says something like, 'You risked all for this fucking cock, why won't you suck it now?'
"The tears are streaming now. Sam's in a state, as miserable as Chantelle. He can barely get hard, despite not having sex for like three or four days. But Chantelle's a damn good cock sucker so she eventually gets Sam to squirt all over her face and it's covered, I mean positively drenched with sperm. Chantelle squeezes out every last drop in his balls and smears it on her face. She stays there on her knees, Sam and Marcia's cum dripping off her face, weeping.
"You can't imagine how pitiful she looked; utter despair, like toss her on the garbage heap now, depressed. She'd given up her Mistress, hoping for Sam, and lost everything, even the love of Marcia who she loved as much as she loved Sam. Her whole existence was in the shitter. She couldn't get any lower if she climbed down a deep well to drown."
"It sounds horrible."
"It was. I was crying too. Like Romeo and Juliet, they seemed to be star crossed lovers, doomed to death and destruction."
"So, how do they all end up together?"
"Because while she's kneeling there on the ground, this pitiful mess of miserable fucked up slave, Marcia hands Sam a new collar and tells him to collar his new slave. Chantelle is stunned, Sam is stunned. I think everyone is surprised except Brianna, Marcia and Zoe, who handed the collar to Marcia. Marcia lays out the new rules for accepting Chantelle as a temporary slave, like a test before deciding to make it permanent. Marcia is top slave, doesn't make any difference if Marcia's in slave or Mistress mode, Chantelle will always do what she tells her. She claims Sam three days a week where no one else gets to fuck him but her. Oh sure, the rules were relaxed since, as they've figured it out, and they're all crazy for one another, but man, to start, you'd never have believed it could be running so smooth now."
"Marcia was pretty harsh," I said.
"You think so," Dawn asked, "because I don't. I don't know your whole story, just bits and pieces, but I know your wife invited Lisa to join you, and she's a female, so you wouldn't have much of an objection to it. I know you've shared Julia with other men a few times, but it tore you up to do so, and you don't want to do it anymore.
"Imagine, if you can, that you shared your wife with someone, a temporary gig you think, maybe a weekend or a week, because you're off somewhere like you are now, and you don't want to leave her alone. Not another woman, like Lisa, but a man, whose nice big cock's been fucking every hole of your wife while you're gone. and now you're coming home and you want to get back to the way things were, just you and her.
"But no, Julia and this fucking dude she's been shacked up with have fallen in love. She doesn't want to give you up, but she wants you to accept him as her other lover. Maybe this guy will swing both ways, suck your dick, take it up the ass, so it's fair for both of you, provided you like guys enough to do him.
"That's what Marcia faced. Primarily a heterosexual female, who though willing to lick a little cunt, loves cock, loves her husband, and all of a sudden, she has to share him with another woman who loves him. Share her bed, watch them have sex, day after day, night after night. Sure, she gets to have sex with her too, but it's not her normal nature. She didn't get married to climb into bed with another woman who's in love with her husband. She can't even be totally sure if her husband even loves her anymore. He says he does, but he fell in love with another woman. Does your wife still love you if she wants to bed another man? Would you feel like she did, even if she told you she loved you more. How harsh would you be if the tables were turned?
"I don't think you give Marcia enough credit for how incredibly gracious she was to invite this other person into her home. I'm not even sure you understand how gracious your wife is to arrange for you to have sex with other slaves for a week.
"She is Marcia in this story. She's already given you another fucking slave, for whatever reason she chose or wanted to do so, but she's given you more than you've given her. You don't want her having sex with other guys anymore. It hurts you too fucking bad. And now you have two slaves to fuck, anytime you want, any way you want. And you go off for a week and she gives you more slaves to fuck; women, her emotional competitors, because you could fall in love with them.
"Zoe's probably the safe one for her, even if she was your girlfriend in college. She's happy where she is, doing what she is, more into girls than men. I'm bisexual. I love cock. I could be the Chantelle in this scenario. She shares you with me, we fall in love, you ask her to accept another fucking slave in her house. Two of them not enough for you. She loves you so fucking much to do this for you. I hope you deserve her."
I was stunned. Stunned partly because she was talking to me this way, a relative stranger and a fucking Dom she was serving at the moment, but more stunned because she was telling the truth of it. Truth I hadn't seen.
Julia had sacrificed a lot for me, and she was continuing to sacrifice. I hadn't asked for Lisa, done out of Julia's generous nature, for Lisa as much as me. But I hadn't rejected her either. If one slave was good, two were better.
I was somewhat noble about it, not fucking her until I was sure she could be submissive, but happy it happened. Perhaps it was more Julia's nature, to sacrifice for me, but I hadn't really given her credit for the sacrifices either.
The scenario painted by Dawn sucked. If faced with that choice, I'd be divorced, no question. But if Julia didn't have Lisa, would I have given her a male replacement the way she gave me a female slave. If I was honest with myself, I wasn't that generous.
Even when I had shared her with other men, I had control; as much as I could grasp. The where, the when, the how long, with me there to make sure things didn't get out of hand. She had imposed no similar restrictions on me. She could assume I wouldn't be fucking anyone while in class, but the rest of the time, I could pretty much do anything I damn well wanted.
She'd watched me fuck Dawn. I don't even know if it hurt her, or if she put on a good front. I was concerned with whether she had sex with a non-slave Janet. Of course there were other reasons, Chen being one of them, but some of it was me, my need to control.
On the other hand, wasn't control the definition of a dominant. I needed to control. But neither one of us had been either of these things two months ago. I didn't need that fucking much control before. But now I was talking about sex. It had started because of the sex; sex outside of marriage. Which brought me to my original point. Julia was sacrificing to me more sex outside marriage than I was willing to give her.
I even restricted how much sex Julia and Lisa could have together, six to midnight, half of which was taken up by other things. I told myself they'd never get anything done if I allowed them unlimited sex because their slave needs were so high, but would they really not get other things done, or did I resent the sex they were having; the almost unlimited sex, whereas I was confined to the limits of my cock. My head was ready to explode. I had to make sure I was the man who deserved her.
"I'm sorry if I put a pin in your balloon, Master," Dawn said, her hand on my arm.
I looked at her. "I'm not. I'm glad you pointed this out. I don't think I quite appreciated how extraordinary the women Sam and I married were. They really are remarkable. You've given me a lot to think about, and a lot I might need to talk to Julia and Lisa about. I don't think I've been totally fair. At the very least, I should tell them how much I appreciate them, especially Julia. A question for you. Since you understand this so well; much better than me apparently, why did you agree to fuck me knowing what Julia is sacrificing?"
"You mean other than my pathological need for cock, sir?"
"Yes," laughing, "other than that."
"To honor her sacrifice. Both their sacrifices, really, since it seems to be a joint decision on their part. If they love you enough to make it, I should do what I can to make it good for you, so you enjoy it. Because their sacrifice was worthless if you don't. Do you think they wanted to watch tonight because they wanted to see another woman get fucked by you? They were watching to see if you were enjoying their sacrifice. I wanted them to know I was doing what I could to make sure you did."
I was silent.
"Don't overthink it, Master. You have some very loving and completely unselfish slaves. They love hell out of you and I'll do my part to make sure you enjoy yourself while I satisfy my need for dick. Just be worthy of them. Don't ever make them regret what they did for you."
"I do love them, too."
"I'm sure you do, sir. I'm sure you'll have a chance to prove it to them one day." She grabbed my limp cock. "Now do you think this bad boy has enough left to fuck me once more before we sleep, or should we take a brief nap first? I still have to honor some slaves sacrifices."
I laughed. "Why don't you see what you can do to get a rise out of the old boy? I might have one more left in me."
She stopped with her mouth poised over my cock, and I swear her eyes twinkled. "Lets give it the old college try then, shall we," just before her mouth descended over me. I could feel the blood rushing into my dick even before it found a place tucked into that warm, wet cavern. I also had a sacrifice to honor.