059

JULIA
Our last meal was the first meal I enjoyed at Brianna's where I didn't have to lick someone under the table. Chantelle had gone all out and it was a feast, prime rib, au gratin potatoes, broccoli florets with a cream sauce, several types of salads. I could probably skip supper without a problem. At the end of the meal, Brianna made the three of us kneel at her feet.
"I wish to thank you for granting us all so much pleasure. We enjoyed your visit immensely. We all wish to give you this." She handed me a check. "This is for your friend, Shasta, for her plastic surgery. Everyone contributed at least $100 dollars. Please give this to her with our blessings. I don't think it's the end of it, but I don't want to say too much."
I looked at it. "There's over ten thousand dollars here," I said. Lisa and Rhonda both looked over my shoulder at the check, looking for themselves.
"What can I say," Brianna said. "We all feel quite sympathetic and generous to a woman mistreated the way she was."
"Thank you, Mistress. I don't know what to say. This is incredibly generous. May I stand, please."
"You may."
I stood up and hugged her, then hugged everyone else in the room, Lisa and Rhonda following suit, thanking each one of them for their help, even Sam, naked as we were, got a full body hug. He handed me a folded piece of paper.
"These are the names of everyone who donated, in case Shasta would like to thank them individually."
"Thank you, Sam. I'm sure she will. What's amazing to me is none of you have even met her."
"We live with and love one just like her. She's all women who have suffered from a terrible injustice."
After our thanks and goodbyes, we gathered our purchases and what little we'd brought with us and headed home. I stopped for gas at the busiest service station I could find, making Rhonda get out and gas up the car. Lisa and I laughed like loons watching her duck around the car trying to keep people from seeing her face. She wasn't always completely successful. We saw a couple people staring at her wondering about the substance on her face. It looked like her face was peeling. We stopped once at a roadside rest when my alarm went off and we had to use the cream on our tattoos and piercings, going into the ladies room to do so.
When we got home, Lucia, Dawn and Zoe had already left, going after lunch as we had. We didn't immediately remove our clothes as we entered. Master threatened us with dire punishments if we did not.
"First Master, take a picture of our faces and send it to Brianna to prove we wore our cum all the way home, then we'll undress after we've washed our faces."
He took the photo of the three of us, then Rhonda took one of Lisa, Master and I. Master sent them off and got a quick response.
They don't need to be punished since they were so obedient.
After washing the cum off our faces, Lisa said, "Master, we wish you to have a seat in your lounger, and we'll all take off our clothes at once."
We led him to his chair and stood in front of it. All we had on were simple dresses, though mine was a fat maternity dress. All we had to do was lift them over our heads and we'd be naked. We grabbed the hems and on a signal from Rhonda, lifted them up and off. We went into Display position, our legs spread and cunts visible for our Master. The two tattoos were the most visible off the bat and he noticed those first, but the gold posts in Rhonda's nipples soon caught his eye as well. Then he noticed Lisa was pierced too.
"My, my, my," Master said. "What have we here?" He got up to inspect us more closely, circling each one of us.
"Some of our new slavery items, sir," Rhonda said as he touched her gold nipple post, making her nipple swell. "Lisa and I have pierced labia as well, Master."
This caused him to kneel down and inspect our cunts more closely. I could see him lean in and it looked as though he intended to lick Lisa's pussy.
"I'm sorry, Master, but our slave cunts are off limits for the next day. We can only serve you as white silk slaves until they've had more of an opportunity to heal. We have to be careful of infection, but if Master requires it, we can suck your cock. The other issue is we can't shave our cunts for a week or until the scabbing stops, so you'll have hairier slaves than usual."
"Let's go to the bedroom so I can check more closely, and then I shall probably need my cock sucked, though Dawn did her best to empty my balls today."
He had us lie on the bed side by side where he very closely inspected all of us.
"I'm surprised you didn't get a piercing as well, slave," he said, inspecting me.
"When I discussed it with Monique the first time, she recommended I don't get a pussy piercing until after my pregnancy. She said jewelry would need to be removed during delivery and a fresh piercing might close fairly easy. Nipple piercings can affect milk flow to the baby. So I had to give up my piercings for now. My pussy will be pierced for our bonding ceremony, so I will be appropriately bedecked, but my breasts will have to wait until I've finished nursing Junior."
"The tattoos are lovely though."
"Lisa's design, sir. She did a great job, didn't she?"
"Beautiful. I'm impressed with the detail and quality of the work, and it expresses perfectly our relationships."
"Thank you, sir," Lisa said.
"I think I should take pictures of these and send them to Zoe and the others, so they can see what you were up to while you were gone."
Master took close ups of each of our cunts, and Rhonda's and Lisa's nipples and sent them off to the three who were here.
"So how was the rest of your weekend, slaves? It appeared from your faces you spent much of it pleasuring the women."
"Yes, Master. Several times a day. We spent Friday night in different bedrooms, satisfying two or more women each. It was the last time we were allowed to cum, save during the piercings. Lisa and Rhonda were allowed to cum as their nipples were pierced. We had to serve a woman under the table before we ate each meal. Saturday morning, Lisa and I received our tattoos. Saturday afternoon they were pierced. We spent some time going from bedroom to bedroom after, then were allowed to nap after as we have to apply salve every three hours. Saturday evening, we were tied to Brianna's bed and had to pleasure any woman who wanted us until nine, then allowed to sleep again. It began again this morning, and we were used even more today, having to wear their cum home so you could see."
By this time, Master had an erection and we took turns sucking his cock and licking his balls until Lisa received his reward.
"When we may be used again, Master," Rhonda said, "I'll be begging for your cock, I'm so fucking horny right now."
"We have one other thing to show you, Master," I said. I handed him the check. "The three of us decided to go in together to pay for Shasta to have plastic surgery on the scars on her face. Brianna heard about it and told everyone else and each of them contributed for her surgery. This is their check."
"Holy shit! This is ten thousand, six hundred dollars."
I showed him the list of names. "Even Zoe, Lucia and Dawn gave something. Five hundred apiece."
"That must have been the text they got Saturday night," he mused. "She told us about it Friday after you left."
"Thy all knew how badly it affected Lucia, so they all wanted to give to Shasta," Lisa said. "We were thinking we might have enough now, she could get all her scars fixed. We wanted to give it to her for Christmas. We were hoping to invite her and her family over Christmas Day with our families."
"I had Shasta and her mother, Bernice, and son, Cedric, over on Saturday for cheeseburgers after we learned about it. I think they'd welcome a return visit, though I don't know if Christmas would be the day they'd like coming."
"While you were all naked, Master?" I asked, worried about him prancing around in all his glory after Shasta told what happened to her.
"No," he assured me. "We all kept our clothes on while she was here. I was honest with Bernice about our lifestyle, but I didn't flaunt it in front of them. Bernice wasn't too sure about our lifestyle, but seemed to accept it more after seeing we weren't nazis about it. She warned me never to hurt her daughter."
My alarm chose that moment to go off.
"Would you like to do the honors, Master?" I asked. "A little bit on the tattoo surface, then both holes from each of the piercings."
He nodded and took the tube I offered him. Of course, he had to make us each squirm a little as he applied it, making us more aroused as he did so.
"You're taking unfair advantage," Lisa moaned as he spread it around her labia. "We can't be fucked yet."
"I know, and it's so fun."
The bastard.