061

JULIA
"Wendy, would you be a dear?" I said. "Before Lisa has her piercing, she must be thoroughly washed for sanitary purposes. Can you take a shower with her and ensure every nook and cranny has been completely washed with soap and water?"
"Of...of course I'll help. I'll do whatever I can to assist."
"Good girl."
They left for Brianna's room.
Master looked at me. "It's not sex," I said. "It's a shower. What? We wouldn't let her give Lucas a bath because she's never been with a boy before." I smiled at him sweetly.
"Fine, but we need to be careful. I don't want her turned into another needy slave. We can't keep her and she's too young."
"I know. Still it doesn't hurt to know a little about sex if she's going to have some. She should also know how to say 'no', so boys or girls know she means it. It wouldn't hurt for Rhonda to teach her a few tricks on self defense either. Right, Rhonda?" Rhonda nodded. "Besides, if she does date girls and can't bring them home to Mom and Dad, she needs a place to bring her dates where she won't be judged."
"And you think she should bring them to our house? We're not a particularly good example to young people."
"We can dress. We don't have to be naked. We can be the cool aunts and uncle. Or we can visit the neighbors, have a little fun and games of our own."
"You're incorrigible."
"I'm a sex slave. Your sex slave as a matter of fact. I have the collar to prove it. I will never be anything more than a sex slave. Well, I guess I'll also be a business owner and mother, but primarily a sex slave. This means I'm very interested in sex. Get used to it."
Sam and Bill laughed.
"And a very warm, intelligent, creative and beautiful sex slave to boot," Sam said.
"Exactly. Can I help it if I like all of my holes be filled as often and completely as they can?"
"Apparently not," Master said.
"Just remember, Master. You will always be my preferred filler. I'm happy you're willing to share, but you'll always be number one in my cunt."
Everyone laughed.
"I don't think it's possible to be any happier than I am, Master. You were the one who started me on this journey. I was a normal housewife who just happened to read kinky books. You decided to see what turning fantasies into reality would be like." I waved my hands up and down my body. "This is what it looks like. It looks like me; a needy slave slut, Grade A prime meat."
"And me," Rhonda said. "And me," Evelyn added. "Don't forget us," Marcia and Chantelle said.
I smiled at my sisters. "And them."
"It's not just slaves that are sluts," Shasta said. "I know a lot of men fuckers want to stick their cocks in every hole they can as often as they can get it up."
"Can I hear an amen?" Bill said.
"Amen, brother," Sam said.
"It's not our fault," Master said. "Really. They manage to coax another erection out of me no matter how tired I am. Can I help it they're so delectable I can't leave them alone?"
"Amen to that, too," Sam said. "Slave sluts are totally delicious and fuckable. It's not our fault. They even want to fuck each other." He squeezed his slaves on either side of him.
"Too true," Master said. "They don't even need a cock. They just prefer one," long pause, "or two, or three."
I laughed. "Yes, I just love to fuck and I'll fuck anything that moves as long as you give me permission."
Wendy and Lisa returned, both looking squeaky clean. They wondered what we were all laughing about.
"I'll tell you later," I said. "My sister slave needs a fuck piercing like I have."
"That's a lot of different things you've promised to tell me later," Wendy said.
"We have a long car drive ahead of us. We'll have plenty of time to chat."
"Well, at least tell me what a fuck piercing is?"
"A fuck piercing is a piercing that makes you want to fuck all the time."
"You want to fuck all the time anyway," Wendy pointed out.
"And this makes it worse, or better, depending on your perspective," I said. "My poor sister slave will be dying to have sex and won't be able to have it for three days. We'll probably have to tie her hands down so she doesn't touch herself."
"It's that bad?" Lisa asked.
"It's that good," I replied. "A slave trainer that allows you to cum."
"Let's get started then," Lisa said smiling.
"If you'll follow me," Monique said. "We'll get you taken care of."
We followed Monique to their piercing room. Adele was already there with the appropriate tools and utensils and the jewelry Master had chosen, sanitized and ready. Wendy came along to see. I was surprised to see Evelyn and Bill there, too. Bill was whispering in Evelyn's ear.
"Who will be giving the slave her pre-piercing orgasms?" Adele asked.
"I'd like for Julia to provide them," Master replied.
"Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome."
Monique and Adele fastened Lisa securely down so she couldn't move an inch. Her cunt was gapping for me and dripping, the needy slave. They had me clean my mouth out with Listerine, then I was given a large glass dildo. It slid so easily into her wet cunt. Every time I slid it into her, it made her clit stand up.
"I love you," I said, before covering her clit with my mouth and sucking.
Lisa moaned "I love you too," and spasmed. I gave her two more before Adele made me scoot back. Her cunt was washed with disinfectant and dried with a lint free cloth. Monique pushed the hood back, exposing Lisa's clit. Adele grabbed it with felt padded forceps so the slippery little sucker wouldn't slide back in. Monique pinched the hood and inserted a sharp thick needle above Lisa's clit, Lisa gasping, immediately withdrawing the needle and replacing it with a hoop which locked into place. Adele released her clit and it slid back home. Two clicking bead balls were added to the hoop the same as I had. Once again, we matched, twin slaves.
Monique released Lisa while Adele put together a goody bag of Tylenol and ointment.
"You remember the rules. No vaginal sex of any kind for three days. Put this cream on every three hours. It's both an analgesic and disinfectant. No underwear which shouldn't be a problem for a slave like you. Nothing but Tylenol for pain relief as it won't promote bleeding. You may still provide oral services to men and women like a good little slave. You may shower beginning tomorrow morning, but dab dry, don't rub. Any questions?" Adele asked.
"No," Lisa replied.
"Stand up and walk around," Monique said. "Test it out."
Lisa took maybe three or four steps before she said, "How the fuck do you stand this, Julia?"
"I know. Right," I laughed. "Horn dog on a stick, right here."
"Cripes. And no one is allowed to touch me for three days."
"Not even yourself," Monique said, "except when you're in the shower, washing."
"Expect me to take a lot of showers the next few days, Master."
"Sorry, you have work to do. Shasta's informed me the work has piled up while you've been gone," Master replied.
Lisa groaned. I sympathized.