026

JULIA
I stretched lazily as I woke up. The bed was large enough I could do so without waking anyone else. I was ready for another fucking, but didn't want to wake either of them since we decided to sleep in today. It did give me time to think. I don't think Master was ever going to let me be branded, nor did Lisa want one anyway. I tried to think of what kind of tattoo I could get instead.
There was the obvious, some form of initials of the three of us. Boring, but it would signify our unity. You could always do something like 'Property of' or 'Slave of' to the ass or mons. It would certainly get the message across, but had no finesse or subtlety, and it certainly wouldn't be pretty. Perhaps I should ask Lisa. She had some artistic ability and a sense of style. It would be nice if I could tattoo Rhonda if we decided to make this permanent, but in addition to needing to hide her submissiveness from her employer, I doubted tattoo ink would show well against her skin. I thought the piercings would have to suffice, and gold would look nice.
The baby was demanding more and more food. I was hungry and needed to eat. I slipped out of bed and went into the kitchen. I cooked up some sausage links, eating two and leaving the rest of a covered plate to eat when the others got up. They would reheat nicely in the microwave. I put some cheese and peanut butter on a slice of toast to nibble. I got a piece of paper and pencil and started to jot down ideas for tattoos.
Lisa was the next to get up. Unsurprising, given how hard we worked Master last night. She kissed me on the neck and looked over my shoulder at what I was doing.
"Whatcha doing," she yawned.
"I've given up on the idea Master will allow me to be branded, plus you don't want one. So I'm thinking about tattoos and what we should get to signify our slavery. I was thinking matching tattoos, something pretty we could wear proudly which announced we were Master's slaves, but didn't scream it to the world. It's why I have a problem with something like 'I'm Scott's Slave' or 'Property of Scott'. It says what we are but let's face it; it is just tacky. It's like a tramp stamp or something. I want something with more flair, which hints at our status, but leaves room for denial or is pretty at least."
"What have you got so far?"
I showed her the paper, which was mostly different versions of our initials, a large S for Master, with smaller J's and L's beside it.
"Do you mind if I work on it?"
"Not at all. I was going to ask you anyway. You have more artistic ability than I do anyway." I shoved the paper to the seat next to me and handed her the pencil.
"What's the status of breakfast?" Lisa asked, sitting down.
"I browned some sausage links ready to reheat. I was waiting on eggs until you lazy bones got up, but I had to eat something. Junior is hungry."
"We're not going to name him Junior, are we?" She asked, starting to doodle on the paper.
"Well, we know he's a boy, so I have been contemplating boys names. I was thinking maybe Daniel after Master's father, but I'm not convinced and Master has a say as well."
"We could honor Lucia, who might have saved his life. What's the masculine equivalent of Lucia?"
"Strictly speaking, probably Luca, but in English, Luke, I think. It's a possibility."
Master got up finally. I had him sit down in one of the new chairs and gave him one of my better blow jobs, taking my time and making him squirm before he gave me my reward, which I eagerly swallowed. After, I got in his lap, my legs on either side of his and leaned my head against his chest.
"What's Lisa doing?" He asked stroking my butt.
"Working on a tattoo for us, sir. I'd run out of ideas and I wasn't happy with any of them. How would you like your eggs this morning?"
"Over easy. A tattoo?"
"Yes, Master. I've given up on the idea you'll allow me to be branded, but I definitely want something signifying my relationship to you and my status as your slave. I don't want something blatant and I'd like something pretty."
"Speaking of our relationship, we need to go over our paperwork and sign it. If anything had happened to me or one of you, our status would have been up in the air. Lisa may not have been protected."
"We can do it today, sir, although I can think of multiple things I'd prefer more than going through a bunch of legal documents."
"Let's do it out by the pool. There's no reason we can't relax and have fun while doing it."
"I'll finish breakfast, sir. If you scan the documents into PDF files, we can read them on our iPads and make notations."
"Done. I'll get them now. We can send them back to Zoe for corrections or changes this weekend."
"Lisa, how do you want your eggs?" I asked, getting up.
She looked up from her drawing. "Over easy sounded good to me, Julia."
I cracked a half dozen eggs onto a large fry pan and put the links in the microwave for thirty seconds. Five minutes later, we were seated at the table. Master was feeding me and I had my first couple orgasms of the day in his lap, wriggling like the slave I was. When I licked his fingers clean, I tasted sausage links on his fingers in addition to my cum.
After breakfast, Master scanned all of the legal documents while Lisa and I cleaned the kitchen. We gathered our iPads, went out by the pool and Master sent us the files and we started going over the documents. Each time one of us wanted to make a change, we discussed the change and what we all thought about it before Master made the notation on the prime copy.
We took a break for lunch, leftover chili and lemonade, where Master fed Lisa and she got her first orgasms of the day. Back to the documents which we were getting better at deciphering the legalese. It was after six when we finished. Master sent the finished documents to Zoe with a note saying while there was no rush, some haste would be good. Jack's attack had proved it wasn't good to get complacent. Things could go sideways at any time.
No one felt like cooking, and we'd wiped out the leftovers at lunch except for maybe enough chili for one person.
"Delivery?" Master asked.
"Thai, sir?" I asked hopefully.
"Do you miss serving the delivery driver, Marcus, slave?"
"No, Master. I miss Thai food. We haven't had any since you decided we wouldn't be fucking other men. If you're concerned I want to fuck Marcus again, ask for someone else to deliver it or lock me in our bedroom. I'm not interested in other men, I'm interested in Thai food."
"I'm not trying to be snarky, I'm merely curious. What was going through your mind when it happened?"
"That I was a slave, doing as my Master directed. That I was glad he was clean and good looking and not some bloated teenager with zits and knew how to fuck so I could get pleasure out of it as well."
"You liked fucking him?"
"Master, I liked fucking all the people I fucked as a sex slave. I am a sex slave who loves being used sexually. That goes from Marcus to Lisa's father, to all the women. I loved fucking all of them. Don't try to single out one I might have liked fucking more. I was and am aroused by all of it. I think about Memorial Day and I want to cum again. If you want to know if I'd like fucking Marcus again, the answer is yes. I'd like repeating everything I ever did, from seducing Gwen in the changing room to sucking your cock under the table at Luigi's. If you told me you wanted me to fuck Marcus again, I'd say give it a week to ensure you're serious and you still want it to happen, then I'll fuck him again. It's not my choice, or my desire or what I need, but I will happily fuck him again, not because he's Marcus, but because I'm a sex slave who loves sex and obeying her Master."
"Lisa, what about you?"
"Like Julia said, Master. I enjoyed all of it. I'm not craving Marcus's cock. I would take it or leave it at your direction, but his wasn't the only fucking I enjoyed. My very best orgasms have been with you and Julia because of the emotional connection I have with both of you. Marcus was a stud and I enjoyed fucking him, but I don't want to run out and have sexual assignations with him, anymore than I do anyone else. I'm happy having sex with anyone you tell me to have sex with, but I won't ever have sex with anyone you don't."
"I guess what I'm trying to ask is if you wish I was confident enough to share you with men again."
"You do share us with others, sir," I replied. "They're all women, but you share. My first responsibility as your slave is to you; your pleasure and your well being. If fucking other men causes you pain, it causes you pain and I don't wish to cause you pain. I don't need to fuck other men to be happy. I don't have to fuck other women to be happy. You and Lisa and now Rhonda, are the only ones I need to fuck to be happy."
"You gained a sex slave yourself," he pointed out.
"Yes, I did. And it's arousing for me to have her, but what made me happiest about owning her was when I gave her to you. Knowing she's a lesbian made me the more likely owner than you, but what gave me the most pleasure was giving her to you. Knowing you found her attractive, but would never do anything about it if she remained a free friend, so I turned her into my slave so you could have her. If she'd wanted to become your slave, I wouldn't have objected. I can make room in my life for someone else if it makes you happy. I would never care for her as much as I do you or Lisa, but I'd accept her. I did accept her for you. That's not to say I don't enjoy her myself. I do. She's a beautiful, sexy, woman and a great cunt licker and I enjoy dominating her."
"It seems unfair to me you're willing to do that, but I can't."
"We're submissives, sir," Lisa said, "and as such, it's our responsibility to serve you, not the other way around. You're still thinking in terms of a husband or lover where there's supposed to be more balance in a relationship. You don't have to do what we need to do. You don't have to lick our cunts every morning like we suck your cock. It's not supposed to be equal. There was a power transfer from us to you. Our pleasure is gained from serving you to our utmost ability, not from fucking around."
"Lisa's right, sir. Nowhere does it say we exist in an equal relationship. We spent the day trying to ensure we're all equally protected by our relationship, but that's different than all being equal in the relationship. You're our Master and we serve you. You don't serve us, except to see we get pleasure when you allow it. But that pleasure takes many forms. Sometimes you fuck us, sometimes you allow us to fuck each other. Sometimes it's punishment for not following your commands. Even orgasm denial, which is the negation of pleasure, can be pleasurable because it teaches us to serve you better, and the first orgasm after the denial, when we've waited so patiently for relief is usually one of the best of the day.
"I'm not sorry I don't get to fuck other men when you get to fuck other women. I'm a sexual creature now and I get to fuck the same women you do. I enjoy it. There's no distaste or disgust in doing so. It's not like how you might feel if you were forced to have sex with another man. I can take pleasure where I may. I'm happy, the happiest I've ever been. Don't concern yourself if you're unable to give us to other men. It's not important. You don't serve me; I serve you."
Master was thoughtful. "Order Thai food," he said.
"Thank you, Master," I replied. "Would you like us absent from the room when the food is delivered?"
"No. I don't care if others see my happy naked slaves."
I knelt at his feet. "May I be sucking your cock when the delivery person arrives, Master, and Lisa answers the door?"
"As you wish, slave."
"Thank you, Master."
We ordered Thai food. Master put the tip on the order so his slaves wouldn't have to tip. It wasn't Marcus who delivered tonight; it was some other fellow. But Lisa answered the door naked and accepted the food, and I started my meal with a helping of Master's cum. It was so good.
The sex after our meal was even better.