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SCOTT
Mom and Dad had come to visit the grandchild during which we discussed the Bonding Ceremony and what we expected to occur there. Dad asked Mom if she'd like to have one as well and she said it sounded like it would be a meaningful commitment to make, one to another. We'd eaten supper and Mom and the other slaves were in the house while Julia fed Lucas and then they'd change his diaper and put him down for the night. Dad and I were out in the spa relaxing, enjoying a glass of wine.
"Dad, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"As long as you know I won't guarantee an answer."
"Was Memorial Day the first time you and Mom ever had sex outside of your marriage?"
Dad looked at me for a few moments, deciding if he wanted to answer, then said. "I strayed once when I was younger and more foolish than I am now, just after Cindy was born. Your mother forgave me, thank God, or I would have missed out on the best damn part of my life. As far as I know, she's never stepped out on me before then, though she would have been entitled to after the little stunt I pulled."
"How did it make you feel when you saw her having sex with another man?"
"I suppose it bothered me a little, but I felt I owed it to her. Your mother sucking your cock bothered me more, because I hadn't quite wrapped my head around the idea it's not incest according to the laws of California."
"Why did you?"
"After Memorial Day, I started rethinking the whole concept of fidelity. I realize it may be important for young people to remain committed to one another. So many marriages break up early on, for a lot of different reasons, fidelity being one of them, but your mother and I have been married damn near thirty-six years. If I had any doubts about how much she loved me when I was younger, she's more than settled any doubts I had.
"So if fidelity is not to answer any doubts about the depth of our love for each other, what is it? My holding onto her because she's a possession? If you have ideas of your Mom being anyone's possession, you can throw those right out of your mind."
"But she's your sex slave."
"I know we talk about possessing our sex slaves, but it's not possession in the sense of ownership. All she has to do is say the right word, and it's over. She willingly surrenders herself to me; I don't own her."
"Then how could you surrender her at the poker game? You sold her for the night to Jerry and Reneé. How did you tolerate it?"
"You sold your slaves. You let them all get fucked by multiple people on Memorial Day. How did you tolerate it?"
"I didn't really. I wanted Julia to get the full experience of slavery for the three weeks of her slavery, but it was ending and I expected sex with everyone else to end after the three weeks were up. When we decided to continue it, I couldn't tolerate the idea of her having sex with other men still. I was done with it. I'd steeled myself to withstand so much and that was it. Women I don't care about. She, Lisa and Rhonda fuck each other all the time. You were the first man to fuck her since her slavery became permanent."
"I didn't realize that. I'm sorry," Dad said. "I thought it had continued to one extent or another."
"That's not why I'm talking to you. I want to know how you cope with it. Julia and Lisa are so giving and willing to share me. I feel guilty for all they do for me and I'm unwilling to let them do the same. Sometimes, I hate myself for it. When she learned William Thornhill was giving the Fresno house to Shasta, she offered to suck his cock if I agreed. I feel like it's hanging over my head like Damocles sword. I want to say yes. She deserves to be with someone else. Both she and Lisa do, but I don't even want her sucking Thornhill's cock, an act which probably wouldn't take fifteen minutes and wouldn't involve her cunt at all. I even thought of acquiring a male slave, so they could fuck him, but it would be under my control. It's how Shasta got Sean. He was slated to be mine, but I didn't even want him fucking them. It's why I want to know how you deal with Mom at the poker games."
"I see. Well, as I said, I kind of rethought the idea of fidelity. Sandy doesn't have to remain faithful to prove she loves me. I already know she loves me. So if she tries out a different cock or even a cunt once in awhile, it's not much different than trying on a new dress or new pair of shoes. She likes a new dress occasionally and it doesn't mean she doesn't like the clothes or shoes she owns now. It's something different, but it doesn't harm me at all. She still wants me and needs me. You saw how she was when she returned from Jerry's and I told you how she was after the first poker game. Nigh fucked me to death. I saw how much she enjoyed it. Better than giving her a new piece of jewelry, which she doesn't need anyway."
"You say it doesn't harm you? It doesn't bother you."
"No. Not a bit. Not anymore. You know, we dated Julia's parents after we came to an understanding. Dated is kind of a misnomer, as it wasn't dating as much as fucking someone different. Had a good time, did it a few times, just for fun, but the poker games gives her a chance for sex with someone else, in a less serious, more fleeting setting."
"You fucked Julia's parents? That's what I don't understand. How do you not feel miserable?"
"Let me ask you something? Do Julia and Lisa love you?"
"Without a doubt. I don't question it for a second."
"I would say it's even more obvious to you as they've submitted to you as sex slaves, and are about to engage in a bonding ceremony binding them to you in something as permanent as marriage. She's been pierced for you and wears your sigils hanging from her cunt. She's been tattooed, an even more permanent marking for the rest of her life. The bonding ceremony is obligating her to submit her will to you in every way including how and when she's allowed to have sex and even if she's allowed to cum from her sex without being punished. She lets and even encourages you to have sex with other slaves. Is there anything more she could do to prove how much she loves you?"
"No. I can't think of a thing."
"Given she loves you completely, does it really matter at all if she fucks someone else, if she's not doing it behind your back, with both your knowledge and permission. It's just fucking, it's not love. Not really any different than if she fucks Lisa, except it's a man and not Lisa. It might even be less important because she loves Lisa. She doesn't care about the other men she's fucking."
"I guess not, but I don't know."
"You remember that poster I used to have around the house? The one from the sixties, I think, said something like, 'If you love someone, set them free'?"
"Yeah. It actually said, 'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be.'"
"That's the one. "I always took it to mean that you can't make something or someone love you. They either do or they don't and holding onto them doesn't make them love you. But if you free them, and they come back to you, they did love you and they've proved it more than if you held onto them a hundred years. I think Julia has proven in all the ways she can, she loves you, but you're still clinging to her with both hands, afraid to let go. Sometimes the thing you grasp the hardest, slips through your fingers the easiest, like water. You can make a bowl of your hands and hold some, but if you squeeze your hands together, the water squirts out."
He wasn't wrong. I was clutching onto them like I had devil's tail, afraid to let go of them, allow them to spread their wings. Despite them doing all they could every day to show how much they loved and cared for me. What was I afraid of?
The others chose that moment to come out.
"Hello, Master," Julia said. "What have you and your father been discussing out here by yourself?"
"Lots of things," I replied. "Important things, but nothing you need to concern yourself with at the moment. Mother, do you still want to see your husband and I fuck Julia?"
Mom blushed, but she answered, "Yes, I would."
"Just out of curiosity, why?"
"Master has let me fuck others several times. He hasn't had as much opportunity as I have. Only Dawn and Julia the one time and Julia's mother a couple times."
Julia wasn't surprised to hear that, as I thought she might be. She kept quiet, waiting to see where this went.
"I think Dad and I should fuck Julia right now, then Lisa, then fuck you too, and if we have an ounce of juice left in us, fuck Rhonda."
Julia smiled at me. "Are you sure, Master? I don't want you doing anything which you may regret later."
"Yeah, damn sure and I think the bed is big enough to handle it."
Julia took my hand and helped me out of the spa. My cock was already swelling.
"I see you're close to being ready, Master."
"Look at the beautiful slave I'm going to be fucking with my father," I said. "Who wouldn't be ready at the prospect?"
Sandra helped Dan out of the tub and he looked like he'd be ready as well. Good, he'd need every drop of cum we had in our bodies if we were committed to fucking four different women in a row. We went to the bedroom and pulled back the top bedspread.
"Ass or cunt, Dad?" I asked.
"Doesn't make much difference to me. I intend switching for the next one, but since I've had Julia's cunt already, I'll take her ass."
"Good. I want to be watching her face when you penetrate her ass."
Dad laughed. "Let's hope she enjoys the experience."
"She's a slave. Of course she'll enjoy it. She was pregnant the last time you fucked her. She'll want a more vigorous fucking this time around."
"May I cum, Master?" Julia asked.
"You all have freedom to cum," I replied.
I lay down on the bed, my cock hard.
"Before she mounts your dick, let me wet mine in her cunt," Dad said.
"No problem," I said.