031

SCOTT
It was possible I was becoming too successful. When Sam whipped them, each one of them ensured she was fucked by him, including Rhonda, who would normally beg off cock. She watched me the whole time she was shagged to catch my reaction, which I tried to keep bland and disinterested. Julia made sure she licked Sam's cum out of both Lisa and Rhonda, pushing for a confrontation. I didn't give it to her. Instead, I bent Dawn over one of the outside chairs and fucked her, watching Julia as she had watched me.
After supper, I spanked them, their last of the day, and finger fucked them to a single orgasm after. My dick was diamond hard following their spankings, but I took Zoe and Cindy to my room, leaving them with William and Evelyn. As much as I tried to ignore the image of William fucking each of my slaves, it was difficult to do and I know I was a less than satisfactory partner. Even Cindy couldn't get much out of me.
At some point, my lack of concentration made Zoe speak. She knew what I was doing and why. "Be careful, Master Scott," Zoe warned. "You're walking a fine line. Don't leave them feeling like you don't care for them anymore. Women will sometimes accept a great deal of abuse, but we don't like being ignored."
"What are you doing anyway, Master?" Cindy asked. "At Christmas time you were the most loving people I knew besides Mom and Dad. When I came after moving back to California, the new baby, everything was hunky dory to the nth degree. I know you still love them; it's in your eyes almost every time you look at them, but you are treating them like shit. Dad would blow a gasket if he saw you treat them this way."
"I'm going to free them."
"They don't want to be free, anymore than I do, sir," Cindy said. "It's ridiculous."
"Look, Dad reminded me of something. The old poster he had on the wall. 'If you love something, set it free. If they come back, it's yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be.' I want them to decide if they want to remain my slaves, not because it's been that way for a year, but because they want to. They need to remake their choice, recommit to it. They should have a choice of anyone they want to bond to. Whether it's Dad, Mr. Thornhill, Brianna, even Mistress Dark or Jerry. Any other dominant they know. But it's almost automatic if we go into this as we were. They're used to taking my direction and orders. To have a true choice, I shouldn't be the first one to come to mind because they're accustomed to me."
"Why would they choose you if you're treating them like garbage?" Cindy asked. "Do you think the person who came up with that adage was thinking, before you let them go, kick them a few times, shit on their feelings, piss on their needs, and then let them go? I doubt it, Master. When you open the door to let them out, they have to know the door is open for them to return. It's not going to be slammed shut as soon as they're out the door."
"Cindy's right," Zoe said. "Don't boot them out, sir. Tell them you want them to have a choice and to do so, you want them to experience what else is out there. Don't make them feel they're not welcome back. You are still hoping they pick you, aren't you?"
"Of course."
"Then you don't want to be the last person they'd consider either, sir. You have to show them some of the side of you they idolize as their Master."
"I gave them gifts. I still spend some time in the punishment role, while making sure Sam, Brianna and Bill show that part of themselves."
"Slaves abide punishments because it comes from a place of love, Master Scott," Zoe said, "not from a place of uncaring, callous disregard of us and our feelings. I don't want to be someone's whipping boy. The other Dominants are seeing to it your slaves receive the love and sex afterwards they expect. You punish them and walk off with us, leaving the sex and love to another. Pure discipline without all the rest is plain abuse. Always has been. Just because it's coming from you doesn't make it less abusive. Don't be a bastard and expect them to return."
Another fucking mistake. It seemed I couldn't stop making them. They were both right. I was doing this all wrong. Compounding my mistakes with a lack of communication on top of everything. When would I ever get it right?
When they showed up for breakfast, looking like they'd been well fucked by Bill, they started to head under the table to service everyone as they had for every other meal. I stopped them and told them to get breakfast so I could feed them. They looked at each other again, as confused as when I told them to service everyone the first time. Still, they got their food and I had them sit in front of me so I could feed each of them. As I fed them, I kissed them, petted them, caressed them, treating them like the Master I should have been all along. When they were done eating, I put each of them on my lap and gave them orgasms.
Their soft moans, squirming bodies, panting breaths and quick exhalations warming me. I finished and Julia asked, "Is it time for our punishment, Master?"
"No. Further punishments are cancelled unless you do something more to earn one. We need to go to our room so I can make love to each of you in the way you most desire."
"Master, what the fuck is going on?" Lisa said. "You're driving me crazy. Are you trying to drive us to the loony bin?"
"All will be explained as soon as I've had sex with each of you the way I should have all along. I promise. No more games. I'll tell you everything, including why I've acted the way I have the last two weeks."
"I could wait on the fucking if we got the explanation first, Master, although I see you're more in fucking mode now," Julia said, pointing to my hard shaft. "I can get you hard again if you think you're going to miss out on your chance to fuck us if you should go limp in the meantime."
"I have no doubt. Almost every time I look at you, I'm getting hard. I spent more time masturbating the last two weeks than should be legal. Okay, bedroom, explanation, lots of fucking."
"It's about time, sir," Rhonda said. "You made my Domina cry and that makes your nuts a very tempting target."
"Ouch! Bad image there." I opened the door to our room and closed it behind us, waving them into the bed. Having three tempting naked slaves in bed almost made me rethink putting sex second.
"You remember when Mom and Dad were over a couple weeks ago?"
"I knew it had something to do with what you were talking to your Dad about, sir, but I can't believe Master Dan would tell you to treat us like shit!"
"He didn't. I wondered how he was so relaxed about Mom having sex with other people. It didn't seem to bother him at all and I asked him about it, because I still felt guilty I couldn't share you two with other men."
They started to protest and I held up my hand. "Please, let me get through this and we can discuss it some more. Okay?"
They all settled down and nodded.
"Dad said he doesn't care about Mom having sex with other men because after thirty-five years of marriage, he knows she loves him and unless he does something stupid, like he did once before, Mom will always return to him, more loving than ever. I said I was having difficulty with it even though I knew you loved me madly and completely.
"He made the point that some things, like love, can't be clung to. If you try to squeeze water too tightly, it squeezes out from between your fingers, but if you make a bowl of your hand, you can hold more water, longer. Clinging so hard to you isn't going to make you love me any more, and it can become too possessive and overbearing."
"We are possessions, Master," Lisa said.
"No you're not. Not really. You have and always will have, the ability to end it with a word. You volunteered for this slavery. You weren't forced into it. It exists, only as long as both of us say it exists. Then it's done. As Dad put it, 'If you think anyone owns your Mother, you're sadly mistaken.' He's right, of course. I don't own you. We've entered an agreement where you've surrendered certain things to me in return for having certain of your needs met."
"Which haven't been met lately, sir" Julia said. "Much to your discredit and our dismay."
"No, not by me, more's the pity. But I started to think about our bonding ceremony. Dad had this poster hanging in the house at one time which always made sense to me. It says, 'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it doesn't, it was never meant to be.' I am planning on freeing you. I don't want to go into our bonding ceremony without giving you choices. I want you to freely return to me, because it's what you want, not because we've been doing it for a year or planned this ceremony. I wished for you to experience different Masters or Mistresses, to see what else is available to you. To let you choose the life they might offer you instead of the life I was offering, if you wanted it."
"What? You think you can pawn us off on someone else, Master?" Lisa asked. "What makes you think anyone else wants us?"
"I don't know for sure anyone else does, but William could afford to support as many slaves as he wants. Jerry probably could handle at least one more. Chen too. Even my Dad might consider a younger slave. Brianna and Mistress Dark would take any one of you and they could take you. Brianna can always use someone more in her business. Mistress Dark can use you in hers, training slaves and Dominants. Julia would be good in either role. You'd never know unless you offered your submission to them. Maybe they accept, maybe they don't. You've had no lack of takers here or for the last two weeks. They were all happy to accommodate my request and check out my slaves."