083

JULIA
When I woke up, Lisa was still sleeping. I pulled out the list Janet gave me and looked it over more closely. Electro stimulation, hot wax, figging. What the hell was figging? Janet had done a lot more research than I'd done before deciding to become a sex slave. I didn't recognize half the stuff on her list. Some of the stuff we'd already done. Erotic spanking, stripping her nude, collaring her. Some humiliation, making her masturbate while I was on the phone with Chen, then telling him what she was doing. Light bondage and blindfolds, check. Sexual denial check. She hadn't texted me last night to say she'd cum and she was masturbating every hour she was awake. Nyotaimori, I had no clue. Some of the things she'd identified as gray areas; anal sex, anilingus, enemas, fisting. She was at least considering exploring. I'd have to look some of it up to see what it was and if I could even do it.
Lisa finally woke up, stretching.
"What are you reading?"
"Janet's list. I don't know what some of this even is. My books didn't talk about most of this. Mostly sex, bondage, and spankings if disobedient. She's much better prepared than I was."
"Let me see."
I handed it to her and she looked it over. "Yeah, I only recognize some of this because I read the Wikipedia article, but still don't know exactly what it is. What are you going to do about it?" She handed it back.
"Find out more, see if it's anything I can even do or if I need someone else to show her. It's a pretty comprehensive list. Where do I find someone to do Japanese rope bondage?"
"Mistress Dark might know. Hell, maybe she does it herself. We can ask."
I put the list away. "First things first. You and I need to fuck."
Lisa laughed. "Damn straight, baby."
She got over me in a sixty-nine and we fucked again, glad to be free of restrictions. It was a pleasant half hour and several orgasms of fun. Finished, I checked my email. I saw the email from Dr. Sturgis saying she would accept Lucia as a client. I also found one from Reneé. Since her Master was starting General Contracting classes in the evening starting next week, he wanted to get a jump on the weekend by taking advantage of his slave as much as possible. Since Janet was going on a date with Chen tonight, Lisa and I were on her own this evening. I informed her of both emails.
"Should we blow off exercise class?" Lisa asked.
"Might as well. Maybe we'll just go swimming again. I was thinking of making a room ready for Lucia this morning while you work on the bed frame, then eat lunch, both work for awhile, then let you go up and work on a supper for Master and Lucia, to be served around nine, nine-thirty, while I work on the bed. Get as much done as we can so Master doesn't think we were slacking once he gave us permission to fuck anytime we wanted."
"You don't think they won't have eaten before then?"
"He said he'd come home directly. I hope he hasn't changed his mind." Then thinking, "I suppose he might feed Lucia. He wouldn't want her to starve. She's got no reason to hurry here."
"Go ahead and ask him," Lisa said. "Maybe we don't need to spend too much time on supper. It's early enough he probably hasn't left for class yet."
I texted, Will you and Lucia eat on the way or before leaving or should Lisa and I hold dinner for you?
Chantelle said she'd make us something for the road. Master replied back.
"We don't need to worry about supper. Master will have something to eat."
"I'm so looking forward to his return. I wonder what Lucia is like?" Lisa asked.
"I barely remember her," I reply. "Quiet girl. Didn't stand out. A pity what happened. I wonder if she's a lesbian because of what happened to her?"
"I would think it played a part," Lisa said. "I wonder why she'd be submissive. After something like that, you might think you'd never want to bow down to another person if you could help it."
"Let's get started then. I'll set up her room. You get started. I'll join you shortly. When we make lunch, we'll make a little extra for supper."
As a result, our last day of Master's absence was essentially one of work. I made sure Lucia had clean sheets and towels, her bathroom stocked with whatever she might need. I usually have a stock of general purpose cards I keep for emergencies, forgotten birthdays or anniversaries, illness or injury, or some other life calamity. I found one which wasn't obviously something else, with a nice picture in it of two children holding hands. I wrote, Welcome to our home, Lucia. I hope your visit helps you realize your dreams. I placed it on her pillow.
Then I went to the basement and got busy. We still had a lot of work to do, though one of our bed frames was now complete.
We broke for lunch, indulged in some brief sex to temper the excitement we felt for Master's return, and back to work. We decided to work until about seven, grab our food and go out to the pool.
Around 5:30, the doorbell rang. I was tired, the extra weight I was starting to cart around and long day tiring me and another trip up the stairs didn't appeal to me.
"Lisa, honey, could you please get that?" I asked. "Just throw a robe on, see who it is and send them away unless it's something important."
"Anything for you, Mistress," still teasing me about my work with Janet.
"Stop. Just stop. I could never be your Mistress. You're my sister slave. Stop teasing me about it. Besides you'll soon find yourself helping me with Janet. I doubt I can do it all myself and she'll be calling you Mistress. Give me a break."
She kissed me. "I've got it."
"Thank you."
Lisa ran up the stairs; we'd already dawdled too much. I went back to work.
Five minutes later, Lisa still wasn't back. I needed her to help lift a piece. Must have been important. Fifteen minutes later, I was getting concerned. Where was that girl. She would have told me if she couldn't come back down for awhile. Something wasn't right. Fuck! I'd have to go upstairs anyway. I wearily made my way up the stairs.
I didn't see anyone standing at the door, but there were noises coming from the living room. I peeked around the corner, still slave naked for gosh sake. Lisa was lying on the floor, her robe thrown open. A guy was in between her legs, driving into her, mumbling. It was her fucking ex, Jack. Shit! Master wouldn't like this. This wasn't like Lisa. She hated that asshole. Then I saw how still she was, not moving, and her face was bloody. Looked like her nose was broken, her eyes unseeing. My phone was downstairs, and I couldn't delay any longer to get it. I hit the SOS button on my watch, initiating a call to 911.
Creeping into the kitchen, I got a meat fork and a big butcher knife. I went back to the living room and I could hear what he was saying.
"Put a restraining order on me, bitch. I'm your fucking husband. You don't deserve what I'm giving to you, whore."
"You're Goddamn right she doesn't deserve it, asshole. Get the fuck off her!" I screamed, stabbing down in his buttocks with the meat fork. He lurched, screaming, the fork still stuck in his bare ass. His screams a lot louder than mine.
"What the fuck!" Jack roared, standing, turning, his cock red and blood engorged, wet.
I held the knife in front of me, threatening. "Get the fuck out of my house, you asshole! You don't deserve her."
"You can't stop me from seeing my wife, bitch. She's mine, not yours" he growled. "My fucking wife, you lesbian whore."
"Fuck you, Jack. You betrayed her; divorced her. You're not her husband anymore. You lost that fucking right. I'll stab you again if you don't get the fuck out of here. I've called the police. They're going to arrest you, Jack. Throw you in a fucking hole, if I don't kill you first. Leave! Get the fuck out!" I made threatening gestures with the knife.
"I'm going to fuck you over, you bitch. You've got no right to my wife. She's mine. Not yours, not Scott's. Mine."
He advanced towards me, and I started backing up. At least he was leaving Lisa alone. She was groaning, barely moving. He pulled the meat fork from his ass. Apparently, I hadn't done enough damage to him.
I waved the knife around in front of me. "I'll gut you, Jack. You left her. You divorced her. Left her for some bimbo slut you married. What's the matter, Jack? You realizing she isn't half the woman as the one you left. I'm warning you. I'll cut you."
Jack grabbed a pillow from the couch, holding it in front of him. "I'm going to fuck me some of Scott's wife. He fucked mine. I'll fuck his. Put a fucking restraining order on me, you whore!"
At least I knew he'd been served with the order. Apparently, it hadn't restrained him from squat.
"Not after I slice your pecker off, you shit. You'll never fuck anything again." I waved the knife some more.
The pillow scared me. Not as a weapon, but that it might keep me from stabbing deep enough to kill the mother fucker. He advanced some more. I kept backing, towards the kitchen, more knives, more weapons. Where were the damn police? How long since I called? I risked a quick glance behind me to see where I was going. Jack swung the pillow. Too late, I noticed, trying to pull the knife back. The pillow knocking the knife from my hand, flying across the room. The look of rage and hatred on his red face, his hands claws, reaching for me. I tried to kick him in his balls, the kick boxing coming into play, him dodging my kick. Too clumsy, the baby, not fast enough.
His closed fist looming in my vision, smacking me in the face, a sharp pain, falling backward, hitting my head on the counter, seeing stars, falling to the ground.
"I'll fuck you, bitch!" His voice distant, like he was under water, or maybe I was.
His cock sliding into me; the first time I regretted being a slave. My cunt so wet there was nothing to impede him from slamming into me; nothing at all. Hearing sirens, so distant. Are they for me? Please be for me. Slipping into darkness, a white blur moving behind Jack's rutting back. The last thing I remembered thinking was, 'this was not the way I wanted to greet my Master', then blackness.