062

JULIA
She nodded, still speechless. We arrived at the house just as work was ending for the day. All of our workers came up the stairs, all of them naked. Seven bare ass naked ladies, all ending work. Charlotte and Melanie attempted to cover themselves, unsure of who Cindy was and not quite used to the blatant nudity the rest of us were. Rhonda and I were removing our clothes which made them feel slightly better about their own nudity.
"Everyone, this is my Master's sister, Cindy. She's going to be staying with us a couple weeks over Christmas. Cindy, this is Lisa, who you met when she was our next door neighbor. This is Janet, who moved in next door with her Master, Chen. She was the first of our new employees. Reneé, wave your hand. Reneé is the second employee. She lives with her Master, Jerry, who you've met. He works with Master. They're both engaged to and marrying their Masters next year. Alice and Shasta both started at the same time, and Charlotte and Melanie both started a few weeks ago which is why they're so shy and trying to hide their lady bits."
"Are you all slaves?" Cindy asked.
"Honey," Shasta said. "I ain't no mother fuckin' slave to anybody. We're naked cause they keep the house warm for their own nudity and it's too hot for clothes. We got used to the freedom of no clothes. Ain't cause we're slaves. You stay here long, you probably end up naked like the rest of us."
"None of the last four women we hired are slaves," Lisa said, stepping forward. "It's good to see you again Cindy. It's been a long time."
Lisa enveloped her in a naked hug, which Cindy didn't know quite how to accept. She didn't want to wrap her arms around Lisa's naked body for fear she'd grab something wrong. There is nothing to grab wrong on a slave.
The women all left to shower or take a quick dip in the pool before dressing to leave. I had Rhonda bring Cindy's bags to one of the spare bedrooms. Lisa and I started dinner, Rhonda joining us after delivering the luggage.
"Can I offer you a drink, Miss Cindy?" Rhonda asked.
"Scotch rocks," she replied, "and please just call me Cindy."
"Not without Domina's permission, Miss Cindy." She got down the Scotch and started the drink.
"Could you please tell Rhonda to call me by my name?"
"As the slave of a slave, I expect Rhonda to use honorifics when speaking to her superiors. She's the lowest of the low. She even addresses Lisa as Miss Lisa."
"I don't wish to be called Miss anything. Tell her to call me Cindy."
"Slave, you may address Miss Cindy as Cindy if she wishes."
"Yes, Domina."
Cindy had a million more questions. We answered them all to the best of our ability.
"I noticed you and Lisa have a tattoo?"
"Yes, identifying us as Master's slaves. You want to look closer. It's right over my cunt."
"Later perhaps. Since you all sleep together, I'm assuming you all have sex with one another?"
"We do," I answered.
"Had you ever had sex with women before you became slaves?"
"Julia and I never had sex with other women before our slavery. Rhonda is a lesbian who never had sex with a man before hers," Lisa responded. "Now we have sex with whoever our Dominant allows. As sex slaves, we are highly sexed creatures who crave sexual gratification. We're happy to receive it from whatever source we may. In Julia's case, it's not just sex. We're married in all but name. It's also an emotional connection, which we're beginning to share with Rhonda as well, since she's chosen to join our group."
"So you consider yourselves bisexual now?"
"I'd say Lisa and I are truly bisexual, because of the emotional connection. Rhonda is still probably more lesbian. She has sex with Master because she must, though she'll beg for his cock if she needs to cum. She'd much prefer fucking women. Lisa and I will fuck anything with equal gusto, though except for each other, we lean more towards cock."
"You're quite graphic in your language, I notice."
"Slave possess cunts, not pussies, though I'll occasionally use pussy if the person I'm speaking to might find cunt offensive. We don't have vaginas. Our Master doesn't have a penis. He has a cock or prick, or sometimes a dick if I'm being polite. We don't have sex, or make love. We fuck. Call a spade a spade if you're a slave, don't fancy it up. We have no more modesty. We're naked slaves now. Polite language is the domain of free society. We're no longer free to those who know us."
"So do you have sex with anyone your Master tells you to?"
"Slaves essentially, or it could be other Masters or Mistresses with his permission, but generally, only those people Master himself can fuck. If he has sex with a non-slave, we consider it to be a violation of our wedding vows as we don't consider ourselves to have an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we want. To have sex with other slaves is not. After all, through me, he's fucking three slaves, which is not a part of our wedding vows. We had to make adjustments to our thinking to allow sex with others."
"So you've had sex with other Masters?" Cindy asked.
"We did at the beginning," Lisa said. "In order to continue our slavery, we surrendered our right to fuck other Masters. Essentially, other than Master, we only fuck women."
"Why essentially?" Cindy asked.
"We are able to fuck any slave Master fucks. If he chose a male slave to fuck; we could fuck him too," I replied. "Since he doesn't have a gay bone in is body, I don't anticipate fucking other men anymore."
"Doesn't that seem patently unfair? He can fuck any female slave he wants, but you can't fuck any man you want?"
"We've surrendered our sexuality to him. We can't cum or even fuck if he doesn't want us to or we'll be punished. Since he's in control, we fuck who he tells us to. He doesn't want us fucking other men or he couldn't be our Master. We'd have to surrender our slavery or find another Master. I don't want another Master. I love him. None of us wants a different Dominant. If we enjoy fucking women and can fuck the same people he does, what difference does it make to us. We're not talking about a marriage anymore where things have to remain fair, equal and balanced for the marriage to survive. We're talking about our submission to him. That's what makes Lisa and I happy. Rhonda's submission to me makes her happy. Why can't we be happy? I'm the most content person I know. I revel in my submission to your brother. I'm having the most and best sex of my life. I've got a sister slave I love as I love him and my own slave to play with. If his fucking other slaves gives him pleasure, I don't care. Giving him pleasure makes me happy, no matter who the source of his pleasure is from."
"That sounds like upside down thinking."
"From the perspective of a free, non-Dominant, non-submissive person, not me; and not anyone else who is as submissive as I am. If I can't imagine greater happiness than what I have, what am I missing? I had a normal marriage to my husband for ten years. It was a good marriage. I would never complain about it. My relationship now is richer and deeper than anything else I've ever experienced in my life. I wouldn't change it for the world. Since you're staying here, you'll see for yourself. We won't hide anything from you."
Cindy had another Scotch. I don't know if the alcohol helped wrap her head around us or if she was thirsty. Master got home at six. Since I told her I wasn't going to hide anything from her, I told Rhonda to give our Master a blow job. Master didn't notice Cindy there until he unloaded down Rhonda's throat.
He started to remove his clothes before he saw her sitting with us in the kitchen, sipping her scotch.
"Shit!" He said, hastily zipping his pants back up. "I thought you were staying with the parents."
"She changed her mind, Master. She was apparently quite in the dark about our relationship. She knew Lisa was living with us in a polyamorous relationship, but little else. After I explained it to her, she wanted to stay here and see it for herself."
"You could have warned me, slave. I wouldn't have let Rhonda suck my cock in front of her."
"My apologies, Master. I should have warned you, but she doesn't want us hiding our true nature. I told her we wouldn't hide anything from her anymore. Since we aren't hiding anything, I suggest you shower and strip as you usually do."
"My parents are still coming over?"
"Yes, but they won't see anything they haven't already seen except you possibly fucking Rhonda. I don't think they've seen that yet."
"You've had sex in front my parents?" Cindy asked.
"Except for Rhonda, yes," I replied. "We're trying to be very open about our relationship with people who know us. We'll be having a bonding ceremony in front of friends and family in May. I expect to fuck in front of them as part of our ceremony. If they'll see it then, why not now. If they're uncomfortable, they can ask us to stop, but they haven't yet."
I still didn't think it appropriate to discuss Memorial Day. It wasn't solely my story, it was Master's and his parents. They could share or not as their choice.
"You have quite the harem here, little brother," Cindy said.
"Unlooked for. It's kind of funny as it was Julia who wanted a harem," Master said.
"A harem of women?" She asked.
"No," he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read."
"Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for."
"I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents."
"A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said.