064

"If you don't want to show me, I could always go to that BDSM club you warned me about. I bet you only need to be eighteen to get into that place."
Crap, Wendy was turning out to be difficult. "Rhonda, talk some sense into your sister."
"She's obviously curious about it, Domina. I'd much prefer she learn about it from someone who won't hurt her than people who might. I was lucky. When I finally decided I might enjoy submission, I ran into you and not some monster."
"And if you'd run into a monster, you could have protected yourself. You were a police officer."
"You're making my argument for me, Domina. She can't protect herself if she runs into a monster. I'd prefer she learn from non-monsters."
"And if she likes it?"
"Then she likes it, Domina. She'll like it now or five years from now. She is an adult. She may not have any experience, but not all experience is good experience anyway. She can have a physically or emotionally abusive boyfriend or girlfriend. She can be date raped, roofied. She can hook up with drug addicts or alcoholics. Hell, she could even be taken by real slavers and sold to some real sicko's. If she doesn't like it, at least she wouldn't have looked for it some place that could get her hurt. Look at what Janet was considering after being with an abusive boyfriend. She had no self worth at all. She wanted to be pissed on and drink your piss. I'd much prefer she learn from someone like Chen or Master or you who are obviously kind, warm people. Even the Strong twins seem more interested in their own needs than those of their partners. Fortunately, Regina's into what they're providing. I don't think they'd intentionally harm Wendy, but I don't think they'd be particularly good for her either."
I was quiet. I didn't know what to say in response. Rhonda was making good points for which I had no ready answers.
"I don't think Master would approve," I finally said. A damn weak excuse, really.
"Then perhaps we should speak to him, Domina."
"Fine. I'll tell you what. Let's give Wendy some reading material. Everything we can give her about real BDSM, so she can see all aspects of it, good and bad. If that doesn't scare hell out of her and she's still interested in pursuing her curiosity, we'll speak to Master about it. In the meantime, I want her to ask a girl out on a date. If she thinks she's a lesbian, she should pursue that first before considering bondage and discipline. She might be perfectly content going out with girls and not seek anything further. If she doesn't have the nerve to ask a girl to go out, she has no business asking us to teach her about submission."
"That sounds reasonable to me, Domina. Wendy, ask a girl to go out with you or more than one if the first one doesn't want to. We'll look up some material for you to read in the meantime. If you go out with someone a couple times and still want to learn about submission, we'll give you the stuff to read and if you're still interested after reading it, we'll speak to Master. But it happens in that order."
"I'm willing to give up talk of submission until later, but I want to fuck Scott first."
"Why, for God's sake."
"Well, I only think I'm lesbian because I kissed a girl and I liked it, and I was afraid of cocks. What if I'm not? I won't know until I screw a man. If I like that, I'll ask a boy out. If I liked girls better, I'll ask a girl out. I'll definitely ask someone, maybe one of each, but I need to know first, which one I like. You wouldn't want me ending up with a depraved pervert would you?"
"I'm beginning to think you're a depraved pervert and you'd deserve each other," I said disgustedly.
"Pretty please."
"I'm going to hell," I muttered. "I'm sure of it."
"Just once. That's all I ask."
"We'll talk about it later."
"How much later?"
"I don't know. Later, okay. I'll talk to Master."
"Thank you." She sat back with a satisfied smile on her face. I wished I could wipe it off.
We sat quietly for twenty minutes or so before Lucas started to fuss. Rhonda changed his diaper but he continued to cry so he must be hungry. I signaled and pulled over and Master pulled up behind me. I got out of the car.
"What's wrong?"
"Lucas is hungry. Rhonda and I are going to trade places so I can feed him."
"What about the rest of you? Should we stop somewhere and eat?"
"I'm still good. I'll check with the others."
Rhonda was getting out to take the driver's position.
"Are you hungry yet?" I asked. "Should be stop?"
"I'm good for another hour. Why don't we wait until Lucas is fed and stop after when you don't have to leave your tits out."
"Give it another hour, Master," I said. "We'll feed Lucas first."
A big semi came blowing past throwing out a huge gust of wind, blowing the slim bit of fabric in the front of my dress to the side. Apparently the two cars following the semi got a good look at what I was wearing beneath the dress; exactly nothing but my slave jewelry. They laid on their horns as they went by, the echoes diminishing in the distance.
"I was going to ask if you wanted a drive-thru or to dine inside," Master said. "I suppose that question has been answered."
"If you wish to dine in, I don't care, Master. I'll go where you go."
"You might give any septuagenarians or older heart attacks."
"But they might die happy, sir."
He laughed. "I certainly expect to, though I'll be lucky to make fifty."
"Fucking is good for your heart, Master. You might live to be a hundred."
"I'll continue to follow. You take off. Stop where you want to eat and I'll pull in after you, inside or out, your choice."
"Yes, sir."
I got in, and Rhonda took off. I lowered the panel on my beaded bra and started feeding Lucas. He was happily taking supper from me.
After a few more minutes, Wendy spoke again. "Can I ask more questions?"
"I suppose. I won't promise to answer," I said. "Why ask us?"
"You're the most open and uninhibited people I know. Even if I could ask my parents, they probably wouldn't know the answer. I don't even know if my mother's had anal sex."
"Perhaps. I think the majority of people have tried it at least once, though I doubt they advertise it to their friends and family," I replied. "If I have to answer some of your questions, you need to answer mine as well."
"Okay. So, what's it like, getting fucked in the ass?"
"I find it pleasant. Not as fun as regular fucking, but I cum from it, which is all you can hope for from any sex."
"What's it like getting fucked by more than one person at a time like Marcia and Chantelle were this morning?"
"It's better than one person fucking you, because you have the sensations of both. It's like rubbing your breasts when you're masturbating. Rubbing your pussy feels good, but rubbing both feels better. And you feel so full. Cocks in every hole, two of them right next to each other, both stretching you very close to one another."
"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?"
"No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real."
"Had you ever been with a woman before?"
"No, but Master trained me to pleasure women because it was less painful to watch me with a woman than another man."
"What's the freakiest thing you've ever done?"
"You mean watching multiple people fuck me yesterday wasn't the freakiest thing you think I've ever done?"
"Okay, that was pretty freaky. What would be some of the other strange things you've done?"
"I seduced a sales clerk in the changing room of a Department Store. I sucked Master's cock under the table at a restaurant. I've been auctioned off to the winners of poker games, and I've walked a part of the Pacific Crest Trail nude, fucking two complete strangers we met on the trail."
"Is there anything you haven't done?"
"Lots of things I haven't done. People can get pretty damn strange when it comes to sex. Some people derive sexual pleasure from having pieces of their bodies cut off."
"Willingly? They get parts of their bodies taken off?"
"Yeah, amputated right off. There's no accounting for the full gamut of sexual experience. There are quite a few people who get off on either inflicting pain or receiving it."
"Sadists and Masochists. I learned about them in school. What about you? You give and receive pain. Aren't you a sadist or masochist, or both?"
"Not really. As a slave, I make the distinction between good pain and bad pain. I believe, for the true practitioners in S & M, the pain is the focus. The pain is what gives them pleasure. For me, pain is just something that makes the eventual fucking better. Master never spanks me without giving me orgasms. Orgasms both reduce pain due to the release of chemicals called endorphins in the body and they are the eventual goal of whatever we do. Perhaps it's the dichotomy of a brief period of pain to a lot of pleasure. Like knowing what light is because of the dark. The pleasure is better because it's so different from what went before. But Master has never struck me so hard that I hurt for more than an hour or two afterwards. I've received worse, but not from Master."