009

They led us to the guest house of the estate, the outside matching the main house, but the inside was different, Southwestern with lots of warm colors, reds, yellows, and oranges. It was very inviting. Master Sam invited us to have a seat and offered us drinks.
"I can make us all margaritas if you wish, or I've got wine or just about any hard liquor you'd care to name."
"Margaritas sound good," Master said. "Thank you."
While Sam mixed frozen margaritas, Master told us Marcia was a deputy sheriff. I looked at her with new eyes, surprised a law enforcement officer was serving as a submissive.
"That doesn't seem to be a profession that lended itself to submission, Marcia. I'm shocked you could be a submissive," I said.
She laughed at my amazement. "You're not the only one, especially if you're new to submission. I actually know an FBI agent who was also a submissive. I admit it does present some issues. It's why I can only do this part time. I need to keep my submissive side partitioned from the rest of my life."
"How did you get into it; the slavery, I mean?" Lisa asked.
"My Master was overweight and it was affecting our sex life. I told him he had to lose 20 pounds before I had sex with him again, and if he lost 40, I'd be his sex slave for two days and it would continue monthly as long as he kept the weight off." I looked at Sam and it didn't look like he had an ounce of extra fat on him. Marcia noticed me looking and laughed again. "Great diet plan, wasn't it. I also agreed to give him an additional day for each extra five pounds he lost as 40 was just the start. I thought the incentive would help him lose the pounds. It turns out we both liked it."
"I'm surprised you like it," I said. "It seems completely opposite of what you'd normally do every day of work."
"It's part of the attraction; I'm sure. Instead of my constantly having to be alert and in control, I surrender those to Sam. He's in control. He decides what we do and when we do it. Coming out of a weekend of slavery is like going on vacation for a week. I'm so relaxed when we're done. The sex helps, of course. Nothing like great sex to relax you. It's a great tension reliever."
"I'm interested in how Master Sam acquired a second slave," Lisa said, "as I'm the third wheel in our relationship."
"Ah, interesting story that," Sam said, bringing us our drinks. "Marcia needed to start law enforcement school here in LA after finding employment while I needed to take care of gutting our old house, cleaning it and going to the closing in Florida. Chantelle had become a mutual sexual playmate during a Caribbean cruise. Marcia asked for Brianna's permission to leave Chantelle with me while she was gone so I wouldn't be lonely."
"Foolish woman that I was," Marcia said. "I should have asked for a lesbian playmate instead of leaving a bisexual with Sam."
"Désolé, Mistress, for falling in love with your husband. Je t'aime," Chantelle said, kissing Marcia. It was a warm kiss. If it had caused problems, they weren't evident now. Their kiss broke and Marcia pulled Chantelle against her, idly stroking her breasts.
"They were sleeping together for three weeks or so, along with another bisexual slave," Marcia continued, "though Master didn't add her to his menagerie except to teach her how to properly suck cock. Master, being the charming dog that he is, was lovable enough Chantelle fell in love with him. Enough to realize she was willing to surrender her slavery to Brianna and willing to risk my anger in submitting to my husband instead. Bad enough she fell in love with him, he managed to fall in love with her as well, though he says he still loves me, despite loving this gorgeous creature."
"What Mistress always forgets to say when she tells this story, is that I love her, too," Chantelle said. "She is the yin to Master's yang, making my life complete and in balance." They kissed again. Definitely no issues there.
"Why do you call her Mistress instead of Marcia?" I asked.
"Because she is always my Mistress. I consider her such for sharing her husband with me. Marcia is my safe word. Mistress is what she is." I nodded in understanding.
"How does that work?" Master asked. "Is there any jealousy, any conflict arising as a result of this ménage à trois?"
"More so at the beginning," Marcia replied. "I was initially upset with Chantelle for falling in love with Master and more so with him returning her love. I felt betrayed, certainly. I demanded three days per week where I was exclusive to him, no fucking anyone else. I also demanded to be the number one slave. He could have no slaves more important to him than me, plus Chantelle had to obey my every order as if it came from Master's lips. As I've gotten more comfortable with our situation, I only require one exclusive day to myself. The rest of the time we're together as one. For whatever reason, it works. I think because we all truly love one another."
"Do you consider yourself bisexual," I asked.
"I never used to before Chantelle joined our triumvirate," Marcia replied. "Perhaps I'm more bisexual than I thought I was. If something happened to Sam, I would be devastated, but I would probably seek out another man. I enjoy men and I enjoy my submission to a man. On the other hand, it's hard to imagine my life without Chantelle in it anymore. There's certainly more of an emotional connection than I ever expected to have with a woman. Perhaps it's more I quit resisting an emotional connection. Perhaps it's because you can't avoid caring for those you're so intimate with all the time. Perhaps it's just Chantelle, who's eminently lovable. I quit trying to label it, and simply accept whatever it is. What about yourself? How did you and Lisa end up serving as slaves together?"
"Lisa's been my best friend since we moved next door to them. We exercised together, went shopping together. Her husband divorced her for no earthly reason we could understand. I talked to her constantly about my slavery and how much I was enjoying it. She was the first person who purchased my services when Master sold them. The day after she purchased me, she asked if she could submit to Scott as I was. I thought about it and finally agreed. I figured if Master was willing to share me with others for the sake of my fantasy, he should enjoy the benefits of another female slave to care for him."
"Had you ever experimented with bondage or women before?" Sam asked Lisa.
"No, never."
"What compelled you?"
"I've always liked both Julia and Scott. They got me through my divorce. They're both kind, caring people. I've always admired the way Scott looked after and treated Julia. Julia told me about her experiences and how much she loved her slavery. Then I saw how she responded to her slavery during the poker game, and I thought I wanted my life to be like hers. I didn't want anyone as a Master though. I wanted Scott. I already knew and trusted him; loved him as a close friend if not more. I asked Julia if she'd allow it or I'd never speak of it again. She accepted. Scott wouldn't accept my submission at first. He knew I never fantasized about slavery or read slavery novels as Julia did and he wanted to make sure I truly understood the nature of my slavery and not merely using it as an opportunity to fuck the neighbor. He sent me to a dominatrix for a day to ensure I understood the significance of my slavery before he accepted my submission."
"Do either of you consider yourselves to be bisexual," Marcia asked.
I looked at Lisa. "I don't think so," I replied. "At least not before speaking to you just now. I definitely prefer cocks sexually, but a slave has needs and it really doesn't matter if it's a male or female satisfying those needs, as long as they're met. On the other hand, I've always had an emotional connection to Lisa as my friend. Certainly, sharing our Master and a bed has done nothing to reduce my emotional connection to her. I don't have the same connection to any of the other females I've pleasured, but I definitely have one with her. Listening to you speak about Chantelle, I guess I feel much the same as you do. It's hard to imagine my life anymore without her in it."
Lisa smiled at me and held my hand. "What she said," Lisa added. "I've never felt the emotional and sexual connection to others as much as I have to Scott and Julia. It's stronger than my marriage was."
"Julia, what exactly do you feel about Scott?" Sam asked.
"In addition to being my husband, I consider him my natural Master. He makes me happy in ways I've never been happy before and never expected. Despite his misreading my true desires; the very fact he would attempt to grant me what he thought was my fantasy was very romantic. I know now how truly much he loves me."
"And you understand he does not want to share you with other men again and intends to keep his slave only for himself?" Sam asked.
"I do not need to be shared with anyone else. I'm perfectly content to serve him only. He's my Master and I belong to him, body and soul."
Master took me on his lap and kissed me. I melted into his arms, not caring if anyone saw how much I loved and needed him.
"At least for awhile," Sam said, "you might not want to wear your collar nor be nude in front of others who fucked you. My little slave and I have learned the hard way how difficult it is to avoid sex with other people once you've crossed the line."
"I shall behave in whatever manner my Master deems appropriate," I said. "Who I have sex with will always be up to him and never myself."
"How about your other slave, Scott? She's not your wife. Do you intend to share her with anyone else?" Sam asked.
"Fuck no!" Master exclaimed. "No one else but my other slave."
I saw how quickly Lisa smiled at this piece of news. It seemed Master cared for her more than as another piece of meat he could pass around.
"Does that include other women for both of your slaves?"
Master thought for awhile before answering. "I would consider letting them fuck other women. It's possible. It depends on the circumstances, but there are other slaves who I might consider letting them spend time with; ones they've been with previously, certainly. If I need to send them for further slave training, I might also let them fuck Mistress Dark, the dominatrix who initially trained them."
"Lisa, do you care if your Master chooses to keep you to himself and share you with no one but his other slave or select other women?" Sam asked.
"As long as he's willing to be my Master, I do not care what conditions he chooses to impose on me."
"One last question for both the slaves," Sam said. "What of your Master? Who may he fuck? Be honest. He's not just your Master, Julia, he's your husband."