061

JULIA
Before Master left for work one day, while Lisa was still asleep, I asked, "When is your sister, Cindy, scheduled to arrive, Master, and are we picking her up at the airport, or your parents? And where is she staying?"
"She's scheduled to arrive this Friday before Christmas. I was hoping you and Rhonda could pick her up so I don't miss any work. Rhonda's off that night, so she won't need as much sleep. She's scheduled to stay with my parents. They weren't sure how she'd react to our relationship."
"She does know about us, doesn't she?"
"Knowing and seeing it lived out are entirely different matters. They wanted to be sure how accepting she would be before exposing her to the reality. Essentially, it may mean their own games with D/s come out too."
"How long is she staying?"
"A little over two weeks. She leaves on a Sunday."
"It's been so long since we've seen her."
"It has. I don't know what she's been up to."
"Why hasn't she ever gotten married?"
"I don't know."
"Would you like your cock sucked now?" I asked.
"Very much, slave."
I gave him his morning blow job until he exploded down my throat. I gratefully swallowed his seed.
Later that same day, I pulled Shasta aside.
"Are you and your family doing anything for Christmas?"
"Nothing special, the usual. Just us."
"Master told me how much Cedric and Bernice enjoyed coming for burgers. Our parents and Master's sister, Cindy, are coming on Christmas Day for turkey and ham. Would you like to join us?"
"I don't want to intrude."
"You're not intruding. We're inviting you. Cedric is the only child who would be there and children make Christmas more fun, don't you think. They're always so excited."
"You all won't be naked, will you?"
I laughed. "Well, we have been naked in front of our parents, but we've never been naked in front of his sister, and Lisa's parents are the only ones comfortable being nude, so no, we won't. We're not even sure if Master's sister will accept our lifestyle choices. We'll probably be walking on eggshells around her until we know."
"I'll check with Momma, see what she want, but unless I say no, plan on us coming."
I squeezed her hand. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to it."
Lisa, Rhonda, Master and I all kicked in $2500 apiece, giving us another $10,000. I hoped it would be sufficient for the surgery she required. I was so looking forward to giving it to her.
Cindy's plane was arriving at 3:05 PM. Rhonda and I arranged to be at the airport cell phone lot at 2:55, where we'd wait for her call after she picked up her luggage. As we waited, I had Rhonda caress my pussy while I kept an eye out for anyone who paid more than passing interest in our car. I had three lovely orgasms while we waited. Rhonda had none. Perhaps I'd see to her needs later; perhaps not.
Her plane was actually a couple minutes early and she called around 3:30 as she wasn't flying first class and had to wait to disembark.
As I drove to the terminal, Rhonda licked her fingers clean. I gave her last minute instructions.
"You will address Master's sister as 'Miss Cindy', unless otherwise instructed by me or Master. You will defer to her and provide services as she requires."
"You mean fucking, Domina?" Rhonda asked.
"No sex. I'm talking about food, or something to drink. Just make her comfortable. I'm not sure you should be fucking Master's sister. It seems off somehow. We don't even know how she feels about lesbian sex. We're not sure how she feels about us. It's been four years since we've seen her. She knows about us, but we don't know what she thinks about us."
"Yes, Domina."
We pulled up to the United arrival door and Cindy was waiting at the curb. I got out and gave her a big hug while Rhonda put her bags in the trunk.
"My goodness," she said, "you look ready to pop."
"I feel the same way," I replied. "I'll be happy to lose all the extra weight when he's born."
We didn't dawdle as there were a number of cars waiting to pick people up at the curb. As soon as we were ready to go, we left, Cindy in the front seat and Rhonda in the back.
Cindy turned to face Rhonda, sitting behind me. "Hi, I'm Cindy Rivers, Scott's sister. Who are you?"
"Hello, Miss Cindy, I'm Rhonda Meadows."
"Oh, yes, Scott and Julia's police officer friend. My parents told me they had a friend staying with them. Please call me, Cindy."
Rhonda looked at me. So much for Dan and Sandra informing her of the situation around our house. No wonder they wanted her staying at their house. If Cindy didn't know who we were and what we did, how could she ever accept us for us?
Might as well let the cat out of the bag. "Rhonda is not our friend," I said. "She's my sex slave, and through me, to your brother. I'm his sex slave."
Cindy laughed, amused apparently. "I'm pretty sure Lincoln freed the slaves with the Emancipation Proclamation, even sex slaves."
"We're not talking about involuntary servitude, Cindy, which still exists and is illegal. We're talking about voluntary slavery where one person agrees voluntarily to serve another of their own free will; Dominance and Submission. Slave, show Cindy your collar."
Rhonda was wearing the metal collar I purchased for her at Brianna's when I was tattooed. It looked like a choker style necklace, except for the words 'Julia's Sex Slave' discretely engraved on it. It's what I allowed her to wear when she left the house, not going to work. She removed the collar and handed it to Cindy who inspected it, including the engraving. She looked back at Rhonda.
"Now show her your cunt, slave," I ordered.
Rhonda lifted her dress to her waist. The gold hoop puncturing her labia became visible. There was a small golden brass badge suspended from it.
"What does your badge say, slave?"
"Slut Slave, Domina."
"The only reason I'm not wearing a similar device on my cunt, is delivering a child with one might cause tearing. I will get my pussy piercing after I have Junior. You may cover yourself, slave."
"Yes, Domina." Rhonda lowered her dress.
"Why does your slave, excuse me, Rhonda, call you Domina?" Cindy asked.
"I'm her Mistress, but as a slave myself, do not feel I should be addressed as Mistress, so she calls me Domina. The Romans used the term to refer to anyone in positions of authority, including slaves."
"And she's a police officer?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, which is why we know we're not doing anything illegal. When she goes to work, she's allowed to remove symbols of her submission so her identity as a submissive is protected. The rest of the time, she wears the symbols of her slavery."
"Is this why my parents insisted I stay with them?"
"I suspect so. I thought you knew about our situation."
"I knew you, Scott and Lisa were all living together in some kind of ménage a trois," she said. "I didn't know about this slavery shit. How the hell did Scott ever talk you into this?"
"He didn't talk me into it. It's more that I talked him into it."
"What? Wait a minute. You asked for this?"
I explained to Cindy how I read books on sex slavery, women submitting to strong Masters. How Master offered to let me experience it for a period of three weeks. How Lisa joined us; and how neither of us wanted to stop once it was ending and we begged Master to allow us to continue serving as his permanent sex slaves which is when we became a polyamorous throuple. Then I explained how Rhonda became my sex slave, that even though I loved being dominated by Master, I also enjoyed dominating women. By the time we were finished, we'd been sitting outside Dan and Sandy's house for fifteen minutes.
"And my parents know all this?" Cindy asked, still astounded.
"They've witnessed acts of slavery on Lisa's and my parts. Your father administered a spanking to me."
I'd let someone else explain Memorial Day. It was too much to explain at this point and not just my story to tell to Master's sister and about her parents.
"Take me to your house. I want to stay there, provided you have room for me."
"We have room. Only Rhonda has her own room as she works nights and has to sleep most days. The rest of us sleep in the Master Bedroom together, as does Rhonda when she's not working, like today."
"Great. I'm staying with you. I need to see this. I still don't believe what I'm hearing."
"You'll have to tell Dan and Sandy you're staying with us. They were planning on coming this evening anyway so you could meet everyone."
She pulled out her phone to call them, and I headed to our house. This was going to be an interesting visit.
After the call ended, during which Cindy expressed disappointment she wasn't told any of this, I said, "Dan and Sandy played a little with Dominance and Submission when they were younger."
"What? My Mom was Dad's sex slave?"
"I don't think it went that far. It seemed to only occur when you kids weren't around, but it involved some bondage and discipline. Master didn't know about it either. Dan didn't want their children thinking they could boss their mother around, so it never occurred in front of you. We only learned of it after my slavery started."
Cindy was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to say.
"When we get home, Rhonda and I will strip off our clothes. Sex slaves aren't allowed clothing in the house except when we have guests who are unaware of our status. Since you know, we'll be nude. Don't be shocked."