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JULIA
When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.
"Perhaps we could have sex together before you leave," Zoe said to both of us. "We could go to my room now if you were still interested in sex."
"As a slave, I'm always ready for sex. Last Monday was the first time I can remember going to bed not wanting to fuck some more. It would be up to our Master," I told her. "We're not allowed to orgasm without his permission. Does your Mistress impose restrictions on your orgasms?"
"Not when we're not serving her directly," Zoe said. "Since there are so many of us, we must often seek others for sex since Mistress cannot please us all at once. We're allowed to seek pleasure where we wish when we're not directly serving her. What happened on Monday?"
"We had a Memorial Day barbecue. There were six female slaves and one male slave to serve the other guests. In addition to generally waiting on everyone, each of the slaves was fastened to a bondage device for a half hours sexual use. After eating, we played an erotic dice game where we each had to perform sexually related activities with all the guests with three increasingly brazen sets of dice. The only ones who couldn't use us were our own parents...."
"Your parents know you're serving as sex slaves?" One of the girls asked. I hadn't yet learned her name.
"We told them when we invited them to the barbecue," Lisa said, "in case they didn't want to come when we were serving everyone as sex slaves. When we told them, we found out my parents were swingers and Julia's parents had been in an open marriage for ten years. So they participated in the sex games, though not with us."
"Shit! My parents don't even want to accept I'm a lesbian, let alone submissive. They'd try sending me to some christian reprogramming camp if they ever found out all the details of my life here."
"Did Master Scott's parents participate?" Zoe asked. "They always seemed so straight laced to me."
"They did," I replied. "We found out at the beginning of my slavery they'd played at dominance and submission games when they were younger, though never around their kids."
"Dan and Sandy Rivers played at D/s," Zoe said. "I never would have guessed."
"Master was surprised as well. I had Dan spank my naked ass Monday before they left. I could tell he'd done it before. It was the second hardest I'd ever been spanked."
"Zoe, how do you know Dan and Sandy?" Lisa asked.
"I met them a few times when Master Scott and I dated."
"I keep forgetting you dated him. It's so odd you've stayed in touch," Lisa said.
"Scott was a nice man. I was very fond of him. It was only discovering my own sexual orientation that caused us to break it off. I was happy when he found Julia. I could not have wished for him a nicer person. It's so odd to find we're both submissive."
"I believe it was one of my earlier conversations with you which made me consider what it would be like to be sex slave. I started changing my reading material from typical romance novels to slavery stuff which is what Master caught me reading. At first, I was reluctant to do it, thinking I wouldn't really like it, then as our sex got better just thinking about doing it, I became afraid I wouldn't want to stop. That part was true. I didn't want to stop."
"Did anything else happen at this party?" Another girl asked.
"After several of the guests left, the regular weekly poker game occurred. We normally have one every Thursday, but Master moved it to Monday as he didn't want to share us our last day. A slave serves below the table, orally pleasuring the winners of each hand. We'd lost two of the female slaves by that time, so it was four women and a man. I was surprised three of the players allowed the male slave to suck them. With their winnings from the poker game, they could bid on the services of a slave for an hour. The male's wife didn't allow him to participate. She wanted him to watch her fuck other people. She was very unhappy to find him both submissive and gay leaning. Two of us were sold to a single user for roughly an hour, Lisa and I were sold to a pair of users. I was sold to a pair of twins with very thick pricks. The next hour, it was reversed and Lisa and I were sold to a single user and the other two were sold to two users. I can't tell you how many times I was fucked during the day. I lost track."
"What's it like being sold?" One of the girls asked.
"You must understand, we were sold to people we know and have associated with for several years. Lisa was a player the first week of my slavery. She purchased my services for fifteen minutes after the first game. I'm sure being sold to total strangers would be very scary, but being sold to people we knew was very exciting. I was practically cumming when Master sold me. Every time I've been sold, I've been very aroused by the experience."
"I was too," Lisa said.
"I wonder if we could get Mistress to organize a sale," the second girl said. "I should like to experience what it's like being sold."
"Remember," Zoe said, "if it's truly a sale and not some game we're playing; you could be sold to a Master as well as a Mistress. You might end up having to serve a cock instead of a cunt, nor would it necessarily be like Master Sam trying to make you pregnant; no woman to ease your transition to cock. You would have to surrender yourself fully to the male no matter what he wanted."
"Still, the thought of being sold makes me incredibly horny," the girl replied. "As long as it wasn't for more than a night, I'd do it, as long as it was someone nice like Master Sam and not a sadistic bastard."
We chatted for awhile, and I was beginning to wonder when we were leaving. If we didn't want to be on the road at midnight, we should leave. I was surprised when we were called to dinner and we still hadn't left. I followed Zoe to a large dining room. My goodness, the food smelled fantastic. Master pulled me into his lap and directed Lisa to the seat beside us. The food tasted as great as it smelled. I'm sure both Master and I overate and Lisa was no slouch either.
After having cherries jubilee for dessert, Master began stroking my pussy, just as he did at home when he fed me.
"Master," I whispered, my back arching, my pussy seeking his hand, "you're going to make me cum in front of all these people?"
"Of course I am," he said. "Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time."
I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.
After Master made me orgasm, he told me to suck him off while the others watched me. I wanted to prove to the others I deserved to be a slave like they were, and I knelt on the floor at his feet and released his cock from his pants, inhaling his entire length. Within minutes, Lisa joined me in sucking our Master. Soon, others followed our lead. Marcia and Chantelle took turns sucking their Master and Zoe was buried between her Mistress's thighs, nor was Zoe the only one caressing cunts with her tongue. It turned into a sexual free-for-all and the moans and groans of people reaching completion filled the room. Mistress Brianna was particularly vocal, explicitly detailing everything she wanted Zoe to do to her cunt. It was everything I wanted done to my own now the sex had started.
I was the one sucking Master when he climaxed and I swallowed every drop of his cum, though I let Lisa clean him off after so she could get her own taste.
"Do we need to leave soon, Master?" I asked as the sex gradually died down, with many of the participants eventually seeking the comfort of their beds or another location to continue their activities. Only the slaves assigned to clean up the food and dishes remaining except for Sam and his two slaves, and us.
"We've been invited to spend the night," Master replied, "as Sam's guests. We don't have to leave until tomorrow."
"Speaking of spending the night," Sam said, "follow us and we'll show you where you'll be sleeping tonight."
He got up and putting an arm around each of his slaves, made his way out of the house. Master took our hands, and we followed after.
"Will you be fucking Chantelle, Master?" I asked as we walked.
"Would you care if I did, slave?"
"Not if I were present, sir, and could watch you fuck her. When she came over to you and rubbed her nude body all over you, I was so jealous, Master. I thought she was going to go home with you and you were going to leave me for three weeks, and I died a little inside. But if you want to fuck her, I want to watch. Then I can see what you saw when Jerry fucked me."
"Silly slave. I was never going to leave you here for three weeks," Master said. "You're my wife as well as my slave and you carry our child."
"Master, I'm so relieved. Why did you say you would?" I asked.
"I thought what you loved most about your slavery was being able to fuck other people. Sam, Marcia and Brianna didn't think so. Marcia spoke angrily about a Master letting a slave dictate the terms of her slavery. She said I wasn't a Master if I did. She was punished for speaking so without respect. I helped spank her. Sam proposed a test to see if you wanted to stay here and be fucked the way I thought you wanted to be fucked, or if there was something else driving your desire for submission. I don't think Chantelle even knew what was happening except she was told to play along with anything. Do you think anyone here would want to give up her cooking for three weeks?"
I laughed. "Probably not, sir."
"I don't think we talked enough during your slavery. I assumed, incorrectly as it turns out, you were only interested in experiencing sex with others, including multiple partners, perhaps due to your reading material. I should have asked."
"When you first asked me about my reading preferences, I told you the one featuring the single Master was more my speed, sir. You should have listened."
"I took the numbers of books you read featuring reverse harems as an indicator of where your mind was at. I'm sorry."
"Speculation is an enjoyable pastime, Master, but it's only a pastime. That you would give me to others despite your aversion to doing so is an indication to me of how much you love me and wanted me to experience what you thought was my desire."