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"How can you not think I'm a sick twisted pervert?"
"When my slavery first started, we had this party at our house with several other slaves and a few others; some friends, family, other dominants, including Jerry and Chen, who became Masters afterward. In fact, Reneé decided to become a slave after the party. My parents were there. During the party, the slaves took turns being bound and blindfolded. They were made available for the non-slaves to make sexual use of them. A woman named Sarah monitored the bound slaves to ensure they weren't mistreated by anyone. Her main purpose in being there was to keep my parents from fucking me or prevent any other incestuous acts to occur. I didn't know that at the time.
"While it was my turn, Sarah whispered to me that my parents were watching me get fucked. She said my father had an erection and suggested to me that after the person inside me orgasmed, my father might want a turn with me. The mere suggestion my father might fuck my slutty ass, cunt or mouth made me twist up inside and I had some of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had. Was I perverted for having such powerful orgasms thinking my father could fuck me? Possibly. But he didn't and I don't have to live with the guilt, only the memory of what might have occurred if Master hadn't ensured it wouldn't. I don't blame you for loving my Master, any more than I blame Lisa for loving him. I don't want him to live with the guilt of fucking you, but I don't blame him for wanting you. I'd fuck you myself. You're a lovely woman. Just because he can't fuck you, doesn't mean you can't have a little fun with the idea of fucking him."
She was looking at me like I'd sprouted wings. "What do you mean?"
"We could allow more things like what happened last night, or even this morning. Allow your fantasies to run free. What would you think of watching him fuck someone else, then sucking his cum out of her cunt?"
"Yours?"
"That's a little too close to incest, even if not technically incest, even for a sex slave like me. I was thinking of Rhonda. Have you ever been with a woman before?"
"No, but I've wanted to. I'm not sure that isn't the other reason I haven't formed permanent relationships with men. Other than Scott, I find myself more attracted to women than men. It's like if I can't have what I want, no other man measures up."
"I can sympathize. I'm not sure I'd want any Master other than mine, with the possible exception of Jerry. I might accept a Mistress easier than another Master. Why haven't you tried being with a woman before?"
"Afraid. Don't know what to do."
"Well, this is the place to find out. Rhonda is an expert at pleasing a woman and wouldn't mind teaching you to please her."
"I can't believe you don't care about me wanting to fuck Scott?"
"It's not as if I don't care. It's just my Master's desires are paramount to me. Let me tell you another little secret; Master still fucks Zoe. She was here a couple weeks ago while we were getting our tattoos."
"He's cheating on you?" Actual outrage, considering she also wanted to cheat with him.
"It's not cheating if I give her to him. She's a slave, like I am, even farther into a pregnancy, due right after New Year's. Since we were gone the whole weekend, we arranged for three slaves to gratify Master sexually while we were gone. Zoe was one of them, though not the primary one. We picked someone who really craves cock occasionally."
"How do you know Zoe, and isn't she a lesbian? Isn't that why she and Scott broke up."
"Being a lesbian hasn't stopped Rhonda from fucking Master and it hasn't stopped Zoe from fucking him. It's not like she never had sex with him before. She's done legal work for us, including the documents to provide for Lisa's security since we can't marry her, and help set up my business. We're friends with her Mistress. It was kind of a slave swap, the three of us for the three of them. We had to serve Zoe's Mistress and anyone else she wanted us to pleasure, while they satisfied Master."
"You say she's pregnant. It's not Scott's child is it?"
"Not hers. One of the other slaves who came is carrying Scott's child. It's a long story and one which I won't share at the moment, but I'll be happy to share later. We might as well do what we started and go shopping."
We got out of the car and started walking into the Department Store anchor where Gwen worked.
"I mentioned Master made me seduce a sales clerk after my slavery started. She works here. I'll introduce you if she's working today. This close to Christmas, I'm sure most clerks are. He was more comfortable sharing me with women to start, than he was sharing me with other men. Other than the Mistress who trained me to lick cunt, Gwen's was the first woman I was with and the first who wasn't expecting me to lick her cunt."
We went inside the store. I picked out a nice blouse and earrings for Bernice. Cindy picked out things for her parents, Scott, Lisa and Rhonda. I had to let her lose me while she found something for me. When I went to the sales counter, Gwen was working.
She saw Cindy waiting with me, her gifts already paid for. "You don't have another slave who has to seduce someone do you?"
"No," I laughed. "Gwen, this is Cindy, Master's sister. Cindy, this is Gwen, the woman I was telling you about."
"Too bad. I would have let her seduce me. She looks hot," she whispered. "I kind of miss having a talented cunt licker lick me once in awhile. I see you're pregnant?"
"As opposed to gaining a ton of weight?" I laughed. "I actually had a bun in the oven before my slavery started. Kind of pushed me to do it. Like a now or never proposition. How are things going with Sherman?"
"They're going well. Our marriage is as good as it's been for years. Every so often, he comes home with another toy to experiment with. It's good."
"I'm so happy for you, Gwen."
"Thank you. I notice from your collar you're still a slave. I thought it was ending after three weeks."
"It was supposed to. We decided to make it permanent. Lisa is living with us, too. Plus, I've got my own slave."
"No kidding. Man or woman?"
"A woman. Master no longer wants us fucking other men. It was part of our agreement for his remaining our Master. We're having a bonding ceremony in Los Angeles in May, about the time of the anniversary of it starting. Would you and Sherman like to attend?"
"I think I'd like that. Send me the details. Say hi to everyone for me."
"I will."
We also stopped at a game store to buy something for Cedric.
"What do you think for a four year old who likes Chutes and Ladders and a big red rubber ball?" I asked.
"You could buy a similar game, or he's probably old enough for his first baseball glove, though not the baseball. More like a soft rubber ball to play catch with," Cindy said. "Does he have other kids to play with?"
"Not at home. He might have a few he spends time with, but mostly it is his mother and grandmother."
"Why not consider an iPad. It's important for kids to develop electronic skills anymore. You can get kids and learning games for it. He can watch TV shows on it, read books on it and he wouldn't need to pester his mom or grandma all the time, plus he can develop valuable skills such as photography, graphic arts, typing."
"I don't even know if Shasta has internet access at home."
"Call her up and ask her."
I called her up. "Shasta, this is Julia. Do you have internet access in your house?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"I'm thinking of a Christmas gift for Cedric and it works better if you have internet."
"You don't need to buy him a gift. He hardly knows you."
"There will be other people here opening gifts. He'll feel left out if he doesn't have one to open. It wouldn't be fair."
"You and I both know life ain't fair. He need to learn."
"He'll have a thousand other times to learn life isn't fair. Christmas shouldn't have to be one of them. Please."
"Okay. We have basic internet service."
"With wifi?"
"No wifi."
"Thank you, Shasta. Goodbye."
After hanging up, I said. "She might need a wifi server too."
"Now we're out of my area of expertise," Cindy said.
"Mine, too. Master handles the electronics in the house."
I bought an iPad for Cedric and made a mental note to consult Master about the wifi issue. We next went to the grocery store and bought everything we needed for a big Christmas Dinner for fourteen people. Turkey, ham, all the fixings.
On the way home, I told Cindy it was up to her, but if she wanted Rhonda to spend the night with her, she could.
"If you don't want to reciprocate for your pleasure, it's okay. Rhonda's a slave and she doesn't always get to cum. If you want, just give her permission to masturbate and she'll be fine."
"I'll think about it."
The house smelled glorious when we got home; sugar and spices and vanilla, all the things that make up cookies scented the air. I stripped immediately. After our conversations today, Cindy was more hesitant. I winked at her, knowing what was probably percolating in her brain. She mentally shrugged and took off her clothes. I noticed Master got a little stiffer than he usually got without physical stimulation. The brain is a powerful sex organ.