065

JULIA
"Come into the house where it's warmer. You'll be chilled out of the tub. Everyone, into the house now."
We all went into the house and I had Rhonda, Lisa and Master sit on the couch. I pulled Master's easy chair so it faced the couch in close proximity. They wouldn't have any trouble seeing what she was doing to herself. I left Cindy standing for the moment while I went into the bedroom. I think Cindy stood there wondering what she'd gotten herself into. She'd soon find out.
I returned and handed Cindy some lube. "One thing about slaves is we're always ready to fuck. I'm wet all the time and don't have any trouble with Master shoving his big cock in my cunt." I touched myself briefly and showed Cindy the evidence of my arousal, licking my finger clean. "I want you to sit down in the chair facing them and put a little of the lube on yourself."
Cindy sat down, and squirted a little lubricant on her mons. "Lean back and close your eyes."
As soon as Cindy followed her instructions, I told her I was going to touch her legs and asked if it would be okay. She whispered yes and I spread each leg over the arm of her chair, fully opening her to the stares of her watchers. Cindy knew it too. She blushed.
"Go ahead, masturbate for us. I'm going to stay here and eventually, I'll start whispering in your ear, and if it's okay with you, I'll touch your breasts, though I promise not to touch anything else, okay?" She whispered she understood. "I want you to start touching yourself now. As much as possible, forget everyone else in the room. You're all alone, giving yourself some well earned pleasure. All alone."
She didn't even whisper this time, just nodded her head. Two fingers slipped between her cleft and began stroking her lubricated pussy. The others were watching intently as her fingers slid through the humid flesh. As expected, the lubrication I'd provided became superfluous as her own body took over. I monitored her level of arousal through the tautness of her nipples, her sighs, her breathing. Eventually, she moaned softly and climaxed, her body stiffening as she released.
"That was a normal orgasm," I whispered seductively, "done only for yourself. Keep going. Give yourself another. Keep your eyes closed." I signaled the others to start masturbating themselves. Master was already hard, watching his sister cum. "This time, it's' not your choice. Your Mistress is demanding you perform for others. Their pleasure, their enjoyment is your only goal in life. Your performance is being graded. If you don't perform well, you'll be punished." I put my hands on her breasts, teased her nipples. "You want to cum, you need to cum, but you don't have permission. You must keep masturbating, but you can't cum or your cunt will be whipped, so you must keep yourself on edge, without release."
Again, I was monitoring her responses, watching for signs of her imminent orgasm. I was also watching the others. The two slaves had both cum already. Master was further away.
"You can't cum yet. Slow down. They're watching you and the show is not yet over." She slowed down, trying to obey.
As soon as it appeared the immediate need had lessened, I continued. "Your cunt is open and dripping. You need to cum so desperately, but you can't. You know they're watching you; the guests your Mistress invited to witness your show, your capitulation to her will. They want to see you cum, to watch you thrash in your chair as your orgasm explodes through your body, but they want more of a show. She warns you again, 'Don't cum, slave,' and you're in anguish."
Cindy was in anguish. She needed to cum in the worst way, my kneading hands playing with her taut breasts and whispered words leaving her in distress. I was watching Master and he was close.
"Your Mistress tells you to open your eyes, to see the people you are performing for reach their climax as you do. Open your eyes, slave." She opened her eyes and all three of them were masturbating in front of her. "Now cum!" I shouted.
All four of them climaxed, Master's cum spraying three feet in the air, pulsing blast after blast. Cindy screamed and shattered, her body shaking like a leaf. She saw her three witnesses cum with her, her brother's seed spouting in the air for her. Her orgasm lasted for a long time, much longer than the first. "That was a slave climax, Cindy." I released her breasts.
"Holy fuck," she moaned. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard."
I could believe it. She had liquid all over her upper thighs. Lisa and Rhonda started to clean Master. His cum was everywhere.
"We cum like that all the time. That's our normal state; cum hungry slaves eager to fuck. The act of submission makes us horny all the time, yet we remain under our Dominant's control, under their will, unable to cum until they say so. It's one of the reasons we surrender so much power to our Master."
"It makes more sense to me now."
"It's late, and you must be exhausted. First a day of travel, and now this. Rhonda will show you to your room. Ask her for anything you need."
"It's been an interesting experience."
She hugged each of us good night. None of the women were shy in rubbing our nude bodies against hers. Master was a little more circumspect. They'd just mutually masturbated for each other and I'm sure he was feeling strange at the powerful orgasm he had while his sister spread her legs and masturbated for us. Cindy ignored his reticence and plastered herself against his chest. I wondered more about their relationship in the past.