088

SCOTT
I called Thornhill's business manager on Monday and told him Shasta was eager to move out of her current neighborhood because her rapists still lived in her neighborhood and gave him two or three sections of the town which weren't outrageously expensive but far from her current neighborhood. He said he'd find something as fast as he could.
Then Julia called and said Brianna was eager to meet Cindy to see if they'd be compatible and wondered if we could visit this weekend before Cindy left. It sounded great to me and I eagerly agreed. Then she told me the Thornhill's would be there at the same time.
Once again I was faced with the potential fallout from my own big mouth. Feeling incredibly grateful towards Julia for her generous spirit in conniving to provide what opportunities she could to have stolen moments with Cindy and the overwhelming generosity of William Thornhill towards Shasta, I'd blurted out she would have been surprised if she asked me to suck his cock.
After agreeing to build his house for him, I'd assumed there might come a time when I'd have to pay the piper for my rash words, but this weekend was not when I was prepared for it. I doubt she'd forgotten what I told her, otherwise, why bother telling me he was staying there with his wife. She was letting me prepare myself. I could always say no, change my mind, say I wasn't ready yet and Julia wouldn't say a peep about it. The lack of recrimination on her part wouldn't ease the disgust I'd feel for myself if I said no.
I felt like shit now and she hadn't even asked me. My preliminary guilt caused me to do something else I might end up regretting later; I called Mistress Dark to check with her contact and see if he'd accept submission to me and if he would, to set up an interview with him next Monday after our trip to LA. She told me she'd let me know.
The next few days went easier for me, though several items were in the back of my mind. Both Julia and I gave our workers a half day off on New Year's Eve day. I took them out that night, Luigi's, which is a tradition which Julia and I started several years before. My one regret was Cindy wasn't with us, still undergoing training at Mistress Dark's. New Year's Eve was a big night for Luigi's and everyone was working, including Sharon. We got seated in her section. Sharon had met Rhonda before, but never as a slave. Julia introduced them.
"Good evening, Sharon. Happy New Year's. Do you remember Rhonda?"
"The police officer, right?"
"One and the same. She's now my lovely slave girl," Julia said.
Sharon looked around at all of us. "You people are fucking nuts; you know that don't you?"
"I don't feel crazy," I said. "Do any of the rest of you feel a couple bubbles off dead center?"
"Not me," Julia said, giving a quick kiss to Rhonda. "Nor I," Lisa replied. "I just feel very fortunate and happy with my life."
"I'm good," Rhonda said, her kiss over. "Domina told me what you did for her. I feel I should repay you for treating my Domina so kindly."
"No thanks. I'm fine."
"Sharon," Julia said, "we've decided we can't have our bonding ceremony here at Luigi's as we want to be naked slaves when we bond and don't feel the management of Luigi's would welcome it. We've decided to hold it at a friends estate in Los Angeles instead. You and your husband are invited if you wish to attend. We'll provide some type of driving service to and from LA, and a motel for your stay there. There will be a wonderful reception with fantastic food and alcohol. Since you were there at the beginning of my slavery, I feel you should be there when I finalize it. I warn you many of the guests may be naked, but it's not necessary for you or your husband to be nude."
Sharon's first instinct was to say no and her mouth opened to say it, then she closed it, thinking.
"Let me think about it. I'm sure my husband would like a ride down to LA and a motel stay and good food and drinks. If the women are as pretty as you three, I'm sure he wouldn't mind the view either. When would it be?"
"Around mid-May, close to the one year anniversary of my slavery starting. You'll have plenty of notice to get time off from work."
"I'll consider it and let you know. Here's our special menu for the evening. There will be complimentary champagne served around midnight."
"I need to leave before then," Rhonda said. "I have to work tonight. Crime never sleeps."
"I'll speak to my manager; see if I can open a bottle early for you."
"Thank you, Sharon. No wonder my Domina speaks so highly of you. You're very kind."
Sharon returned with an open bottle of champagne.
"You may have the bottle, in case everyone else needs to leave early as well."
As Sharon poured a glass for Rhonda, I could see her whispering to Sharon. Sharon blushed. I could ask Rhonda about it, but thought it would be more fun asking Sharon since she'd been embarrassed by it.
As she poured Master a glass, I asked her what Rhonda whispered to her.
"It was nothing," she said, though she was still red.
"You're still blushing from whatever it was. You look like a valentine."
"She said she was a lesbian and could make me cum hard for pleasuring her Domina."
I laughed. "She could too."
"You're all so fucking naughty. I don't know why I tolerate you."
"Because our antics amuse you. You don't know whether to be offended or intrigued."
Sharon giggled. "I sure have a great deal to think about after one of your visits."
She moved on down to Lisa and poured hers. We left at 10:15 so Rhonda could get ready for work.
I mostly watched football interspersed with sex on New Year's Day. I was still thinking about the trip to LA on Friday, wondering what I was going to do, and still distressed I was having so much trouble with the idea of my slave fucking other men, even just sucking one. She was so fucking good to me. The second thing bugging my contemplation was what I was going to do with my sister during the poker game tomorrow. If she was going to be a sex slave, it's something she should experience, but it was my sister and I did have unnatural feelings for her. Was I going to watch her sold off and fucked by someone else? If I didn't, I was one sick puppy.