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"She is right, mon cherie," Chantelle said. "Despite the fierceness of her spanking, Rhonda knew her Mistress would not do anything to harm her. By lunch, the pain will be completely gone as she only used her hand. Someone who did not love her might have done much worse. Julia was married to Scott for ten years before her submission. There was love and trust before there was submission. Lisa was a next door neighbor who knew both of them before joining. Marcia was married to her Master before submitting. I witnessed Marcia's submission to Monsieur and the love they had between them and the care with which they treated each other before falling in love with them both and changing my submission from Brianna to Monsieur."
"But wouldn't I know from the way they treat Rhonda that they wouldn't harm me?"
"You don't know me, Wendy, but do you think I would harm you?" Sam asked.
She looked at his two slaves and said, "No. I don't believe you would harm me."
"If I punished you, would you feel it came from a place of love and respect or would I just be smacking your beautiful young ass?"
She thought a moment. "You'd just be hitting me."
"And if I had sex with you, would it be because I loved you, or would I just be fucking you?"
It took her a shorter period to answer. "You'd just be fucking me."
"I'm about to participate in a triple penetration of both my slaves. They know this is something I want for them and I'm doing it for them, for their enjoyment because I love them deeply and wish them to take pleasure from it. If I were to do the same to you; punish your young body with cocks in your cunt, your ass and your mouth - would you feel loved and desired, or would you feel I didn't give a shit about you and only wanted a quick fuck with two of my friends, even if you didn't necessarily suffer from it?"
"A quick fuck."
"And that's the difference. Even knowing I wouldn't hurt you, you would feel used and abused by the very same things. Julia is right. This is not the way or age you want to start life as a submissive. This is something you might do if you find the right person; someone you both love and trust. And you would probably experiment a little on the way. Not leap into it with both feet at once."
"It looks like so much fun," she said.
"It is fun with the right person," Master said, standing behind me, "but nothing but torture from the wrong one."
I put my arm around his leg and leaned against him.
"Your sister was the only one I didn't love when she began, though I've grown to love her a great deal. But I knew she was a police officer capable of taking care of herself, and she submitted to Julia, and only through her, to me. It was Julia she first trusted because she'd never been with a man before. She was trusting Julia to see to her needs and safety, not me."
"When Lisa first started," I said, "we attended a BDSM club, which in this case, stood for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. Some of the people were like us, in loving relationships. Others were not. There were people there who took pleasure in pain and were more interested in beating a slave than fucking one and those who took pleasure from their pain, more interested in the beating than the fucking. It was not uncommon to see some people who had scars or marks which were placed there days or even weeks ago. Some of the instruments available for inflicting pain were quite horrible. As I said, you're seeing a romanticized version of sex slavery from people who love one another, and not all versions of the same thing. Don't accept these are the only Dominants you might be exposed to should you choose this life for yourself. I trust everyone here because I've been exposed to them enough I can. I would never walk up to another Dominant I didn't know and submit to them."
"I see," Wendy said thoughtfully. "Thank you for explaining."
"It appears everyone is here," Sam said. "Perhaps we should get started. I know some of the participants have to leave today. Shall we adjourn to my bedroom?"
I looked around and saw Bill with his arm around Evelyn.
"Chantelle, I'll help you get the champagne. Wendy, please stick with me."
"You want me to watch?"
"Just because you shouldn't participate, doesn't mean you shouldn't get to watch. These are people who love each other a great deal and you might find it meaningful and informative and I don't believe you should be forming relationships with the people here because you don't live here, they are all older, and it would just be fucking for fucking's sake, so I'll look after you."
We three went to get the Cristal and we each carried two bottles to Sam's, putting them in the fridge before going to the bedroom. Everyone was naked of course. It was one of the things I liked best about being a slave. Everyone is ready to fuck all the time. There's no fumbling with clothes or preparing. The only thing which you might need to prepare was a cock if it wasn't sufficiently hard. None of the three gentlemen performing today seemed as if they would need much assistance in this area.
Marcia would be starting. I had dreamt of Master fucking Marcia. She was so incredibly beautiful and the thought of his cock sliding in and out of one of her slave holes aroused me a great deal. We left the bed to the participants. There were two chairs in the room. I took one with Wendy on my lap, Lisa took another and invited Evelyn to sit in hers, Chantelle knelt on the floor waiting her turn as the center of attention.
"Who's going where," Sam asked.
"It's your wife and slave," Master said. "It should be your decision."
Before Sam could answer, I said, "If a slave is allowed an opinion on the matter, I would dearly love to eat Master's cum from her cunt or ass."
Sam laughed. "Marcia, would you prefer Scott in your cunt or your ass?"
"Since I cleansed myself this morning for these festivities, I would dearly love Julia digging for cum in my bottom."
"Then I shall take her cunt, Scott her ass and Bill her mouth."
Good, Master could stare at her magnificent ass as he fucked it.
"You would do that," Wendy whispered, "eat the cum from her ass?"
"Yes," I replied, "happily. I'll explain later. Watch for now." Louder I said, "Lisa, you'll help prepare Marcia's bottom and Master's cock for her penetration."
"Of course."
Sam got on the bed, waiting. One last time, Marcia asked if her Master was truly sure about this. He sat up and kissed her. "I'm absolutely positive," he said, then lay back down. She mounted him, riding him up and down, leaving his cock soaked so I knew how aroused she was. Marcia leaned down and kissed him while Sam spread her cheeks, exposing her back entrance. Lisa excused herself and took water based lube and spread it around her crinkled star, even squirting some inside, then sucked Master's cock a couple times, before spreading more up and down his shaft.
Master got on the bed behind her and Lisa guided his prick to her pucker. Master was slow and gentle in pushing inside her bottom, so she could protest if it hurt. She merely moaned, like the slave slut she was. Given Master would be doing most of the driving as he had both of them pinned to the bed, he didn't move after he was all the way in so she could get used to both of them. She'd been double penetrated enough, it didn't pose a problem having a pair of pricks filling her. All she was missing was the one for her mouth, which Bill quickly provided. All three cocks were buried in her up to the balls. She moaned again.
They all moved and Marcia climaxed, the first of many, many more. Marcia was as orgasmic or even more so than I am. All she lacked was the clitoral hood piercing to make her a total slut. In the fifteen minutes she was fucked by all three cocks, Marcia had to cum ten times, moaning ecstatically for each one. She climaxed twice more after sucking the cum from Bill's balls from the fucking she was taking from Sam and Master. Master was pounding her ass quite firmly, now she wasn't slammed onto Bill's cock and could breathe. The second one she had was the trigger for Master's own climax. His back arched and he grew rigid as he pumped his semen far up her rectum.
Master finally stopped pulsing and pulled out, leaving only her husband still fucking her. Lisa immediately attended to Master's cock, cleaning it for him. Marcia could ride Sam fine now and was bouncing back and forth quite enthusiastically, on his shaft. Marcia was bent over, kissing him and orgasmed two more times before Sam gasped and froze, his sperm pumping up his prick. I left Wendy on the chair and clamped my mouth over her gapping ass to capture Master's cum before it all escaped, gently squeezing Sam's balls to make sure no drop of cum was left behind. My tongue dipped into her bottom, slithering about to gather Master's cum. She climaxed again from my tongue job.
All activity now ended, Marcia rolled off Sam onto her back. "Oh, my," she panted. "That was amazing." Since her cunt was now available and leaking cum, hers and Sam's, I simply moved my activities further North, giving her two more orgasms in the process, her hands clinging to my head as I lapped at her cunt. Chantelle sucked her Master's cock clean. Since she now appeared tidy and her tremors were slowly dying, I moved back, giving her room to sprawl.
"Did you enjoy that, love?" Sam asked.
"You couldn't tell?" Marcia asked. "I thought it pretty obvious myself, sir."
"I'll grant you it certainly seemed you enjoyed yourself, but I do wish to be sure."
"It was wonderful, Master, and I thank you so much for doing this for me."
"I'm hoping to make it a fairly regular occurrence," Sam said. "Scott is frequently working in Los Angeles on Bill's house and Bill will be spending more time in LA with a house here. Scott will want to come and visit his child with Lucia with his slaves. Bill and I even thought we could have one of Scott's poker games here on a Saturday night and put three new slaves up for auction."
Marcia looked at him in amazement.
"I'm still working on that, but it could happen."
She pulled him down for another kiss. "Whatever Master desires," she whispered.
"It must be time for some champagne now," Sam said. "If we could get a couple slaves to do the honors."
Lisa, Chantelle and I got up and pulled two bottles out, pouring nine glasses for the three men and six women. We carried it out on two trays. I handed Wendy a glass.
"I'm not twenty-one yet," she said.
"Which means you can't purchase liquor yourself, nor drink alone," Marcia said. "You are able to drink in the presence of a responsible adult and I see eight of those around, including me, a deputy sheriff."
"Go ahead," I said, "you just witnessed three men fuck one woman. I'm sure one glass of champagne won't corrupt you more than that did."
"No," she giggled, "I suppose not." She took a glass and sipped, nodding. "This is very good."
A general conversation ensued, people chatting as if they weren't standing around naked after an extremely arousing sex act. The slaves were generally crowded around their Master's, as if seeking comfort, or perhaps wishing they would be next. Lisa and I had each been airtight a week ago, Evelyn last night and Chantelle was waiting for hers. She'd never been fucked by three men before, like Evelyn, and I wished to see how much she enjoyed it.