079

JULIA
When we woke up at seven, we took time for a little fucking. Not much. We didn't want to Master to believe we were incapable of controlling ourselves and unable to get work done. We liked the freedom he'd given us and didn't want it taken away. Just enough to take the edge off.
After two orgasms and breakfast, Lisa and I worked on the bed all morning. One more coat of varnish and this one would be done. We broke for lunch and two more quick orgasms, then I helped Lisa prepare for poker tonight. We made some hors d'oeuvres and snacks, put out liquor, iced some beer, soft drinks and water, made sure there was plenty of ice. I helped her set up the table and chairs, put out cards and poker chips.
I helped her pick out clothes appropriate to a slave, but nothing too sheer or revealing, since Master wouldn't be here and we didn't want to overly entice anyone. I trusted everyone, but it's like leaving the keys in your car; why would you tempt trouble. When all was prepared, I gathered my yoga mats, and everything I'd purchased for Janet, plus a slave trainer, strapless dildo, the whip and paddle. Janet had cum three times without permission. I was going to use everything on her.
I kissed Lisa before I left. "I'm sure I'll be having sex with Janet this evening. I'll make sure you're satisfied when I come home."
"Thank you, dear."
"Master's home tomorrow night. Hopefully, he still has enough energy after fucking Dawn and Zoe all week to fuck us both thoroughly when he comes home. I can't wait to feel him inside me again."
"Me either," Lisa laughed. "Me either." I gave her another kiss, with feeling and left.
I had no problem finding Janet's apartment, the left rear unit on what appeared to be a fourplex. I brought everything in with me. Janet was nude and wearing her collar and cuffs. She'd trimmed her cunt hair as I'd instructed. Her pussy looked moist. I set everything down and took it all out of the bag, setting it on the couch where she could see it as we worked out. I removed my clothes.
I made her display and kneel for me, checking to see if she'd practiced as I instructed. She responded quickly and correctly to each command. I had her display again, and removed my cuffs, replacing it with those I'd purchased for her, putting mine aside for now. I had no way to unlock my jewelry, Master being the only one who had the key. I had no jewelry on my ankles, so I didn't need to double up there. Then I had her kneel, removed my collar from around hers and replaced it with the new one.
I asked if she had a pool here and she said no, so no swimming tonight, only yoga. I told her we'd take a shower after we'd finished. She nodded, wondering what I had planned for her since all those items were now sitting on her couch for her to look at and contemplate. She'd find out soon enough.
We did our yoga workout, an hour of hard work. We were both sweating when we'd finished as she'd turned the air conditioning up to allow for her nudity. Done with our workout, she removed the leathers once more to allow for a shower. I went in the shower with her and told her to display. While she held the position, I washed her body, cleaning her completely without giving her the opportunity to cum. She was moaning when I finished.
Then, it was her turn to wash me. I had no restrictions on me, so after she washed me I had her finger my cunt to orgasm. It didn't take long. I was turned on as hell. I could tell she'd need some work on pleasing a woman. We'd work on that this evening. After drying off, I put her collar and cuffs back on, then my own. Back to normal. We went into the living room and I attached a leash to her collar, holding the end in my hand, forcing her head to move in different directions, making her get on her hands and knees and leading her around her apartment. It appeared she was aroused by the humiliation as moisture beaded on her cunt. I picked up the Slave Trainer, showing it to her.
"This is a Slave Trainer. This hellish instrument was made to stimulate a woman, but not allow her to cum. It has another setting which forces orgasms on you. I want you to be aroused as you're punished as it helps you endure the pain. You haven't earned the right to orgasm yet, so it will not be pleasant, but the pain will be lessened."
I helped her to put it on, adjusting the straps to fit her perfectly. I turned it on. She started. I made her display, then sat on the couch.
"You climaxed three times without permission," I said. "Tell me about the first time last night."
"I was doing as you instructed, Mistress, masturbating myself. I misjudged my point of no return and climaxed."
"You earned twenty swats for the first one. I want you over my knees. As I administer your punishment. I want you to count for me. If you lose track, we start all over again. When we've reached twenty, you will thank me for your punishment. I do not anticipating going so hard you'll need to say kumquat. If it hurts and you believe you can withstand just one more, you'll say nothing. When we've reached the point where even one seems intolerable, that's when you use your safe word. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Get over my knees, your hands and feet should be on the floor and your rump raised to meet my hand."
I waited for her to get in position, then told her to count as I smacked her bare behind. I felt the surge of power and dominance I'd felt with Rose and Slut. She kept count. She was visibly and aurally sobbing after the first five smacks, but she didn't use her safe word. I figured I was striking her half as hard as I'd spanked Penelope, or Slut. I paused halfway through to rub her rump. She whimpered as I did.
I continued her spanking to the end. "What do you say now."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Very good. How do you like your Slave Trainer?"
"I hate it."
"Very, very good. Now you understand its effectiveness. Tell me about the second time you climaxed without permission, after one AM. Were you still up?"
I left her bent over my lap and absently rubbed her red ass. The Slave Trainer was keeping her aroused, so she tended to squirm over my lap. Lovely slave.
"No, Mistress," she said guiltily. "Apparently, I was very aroused when I went to bed and having erotic dreams. I was rubbing myself in my sleep. I woke up when I orgasmed."
"Do you remember your dream?"
She hesitated, unwilling to say. Slaves have no privacy. She needed to learn.
"Do you want me to spank you until you tell?"
"No, Mistress." She still paused, and I smacked her ass again, harder than the spanking. "I'll tell. I'll tell, Mistress. I was dreaming about a scenario similar to the book you gave me to read, except I was the slave."
"Was it a man or woman dominating you, owning you?"
"A man, Mistress."
"Chen will be happy to hear that."
"Please don't tell him, Mistress. I'd be ashamed if he knew."
"You'd prefer he think it was a woman?"
"No, Mistress," Janet admitted. "I just don't want him to know about it yet, to think I'm a sex slave. At least not until I know myself. I want to know what I want before I share it with him."
"When are you scheduled to go on another date?"
"Tomorrow night, Mistress."
"At some point, we're going to need to introduce men into your experiences, especially if you're not a lesbian. It should be Chen if you're interested in him. I won't force you into sex with him before you're ready, but I will be in control of it when it happens. When are you planning on fucking him?"
"I'm unsure. Not tomorrow, Mistress."
"Anything? Petting, making out? What?"
"I don't know, Mistress. I'm playing it by ear or perhaps my heart."
"You may kiss, but you won't have sex with him without my approval. When you think you're ready, you must tell me first. Your fucking is under my control."
"Yes, Mistress."
"For that orgasm, it's twenty swats with the Enforcer. I want you to bend over a chair and grab the back rails. Your ass is already sore and this will hurt a lot. Don't let go. You can cry all you want, but you can't scream or the neighbors will hear. In fact, I'm going to turn on your TV, on the loud side."
She got off my lap and bent over the chair grabbing the back rails. I turned on the TV. It was still fairly early, so I turned it up loud. I did as Master suggested whenever he told someone about the Enforcer. Try it out first. I'd been on the receiving end often, but I needed to associate a level of pain with how hard I was striking someone. I'd never hit myself. I did so now. Janet flinched when she heard the sound, thinking for a moment I'd struck her, but realized I hadn't when there was no pain. I could strike myself harder, so I did. Perfect.
Twenty swats I gave her. Her bottom was wriggling all over the place to escape, but of course she couldn't. There was no escape. No matter how she danced, I could find her. I didn't pause, giving her all twenty at once. I told her she could let go now. Her hands were white, she'd gripped so hard. I pulled her into my lap, soothing her, stroking her face until she got her crying under control.
"There, there, Janet. The worst is over now, and you survived." I cupped a breast and kissed her, stopping the last of her sniffing. Giving her several seconds to gather herself, then asking. "How do you feel now? Are you aroused?"
"Yes, but isn't it the Slave Trainer, Mistress? It's kept me on edge since you put it in."
"Very possible. You're wearing it to better tolerate your spanking. I'm not yet ready for you to orgasm. You'll have to earn that." I kissed her again.
"How may I earn it, Mistress?"
"You'll find out in time. Tell me about the third time you climaxed, early this morning."
"I was showering for work. I hadn't yet masturbated, so I was doing it in the shower. It felt so good and came on me so suddenly, I couldn't stop myself in time."
"You see how being denied that which you most want, affects you. You want to cum. It becomes critical to you, but you mustn't because your dominant has said you can't. At some point, you need to become more obedient. You cannot fail to comply. Obedience becomes more important than your own needs.
"Master left Lisa and I alone while he went to LA. He told us we could only pleasure each other from six PM to midnight each day, half of which we spent exercising with you. We obeyed him explicitly. He's gone, and you would say to yourself, how would he know you were having sex? He wouldn't. He would never know. But if we're disobeying our Master, are we sex slaves? And if we're not sex slaves, what are we? Two horny women who used to live next door to each other fucking while one's husband is away. How is that different from a million other marriages that failed. Maybe her gender is different, but we're just fucking around.
"Master can make us cum after he's told us not to. We have no control over that. He'll sometimes do it because he wants to punish us. But if it's our choice, we'll stop when he orders us to stop. I will fuck you tonight after telling you to ask permission to cum. You'll beg and plead, but I won't give you permission. You will cum. You won't be able to help yourself. But when I tell you to masturbate and not cum, it's your choice if you disobey. Thus, I'm going to whip you tonight. When Reneé whipped you last week, did she only whip your bottom?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well, I'm going to whip your tits and pussy. I will not be as gentle as Reneé was. Get up now, we're going to your bedroom."