In the last chapter, when I said I only had one more chapter of World's Best Diet Plan to go, I lied. It was not intentional. I fully intended to have only one more chapter, but the characters did not see it that way. When I was up to over 160,000 words, I realized it all couldn't be in one more chapter. So far, it's in 4 more chapters and it might be more, depending on how the current chapter goes. I might have to break it in two. It's funny how new people insinuate themselves into the story. With a little editing, I can have two more ready within the next couple days, the last one is still writing itself. It is similar to the other chapters of this series, with bondage and discipline, anal and oral sex, interracial and lesbian sex. If any or all of those things don't float your boat, move on. If you don't mind a little of those things done in a fun way, this is the story for you.
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When I woke up the next morning, Marcia was talking on the phone and it sounded like they'd been talking awhile, none of the usual pleasantries starting most conversations. Listening, I figured it had to be Brianna. I looked around briefly. The bedroom had been straightened, all the toys were in chargers and even the bed wasn't the disaster we'd left it in last night. I looked at my watch. Past 10:30. Marcia noticed me moving around.
"My Master is finally stirring, Mistress. Would you like to speak to him?"
Marcia laughed at whatever Brianna said next and handed my phone to me.
"Good morning, Sam," Brianna said. "Marcia told me you had a tiring night last night."
"Indeed I did," I replied. "The little minx wasn't satisfied until she couldn't get me hard again."
"The perfect slave," Brianna commented.
Marcia started sucking my cock again and I warned her off. "Not now, little slave. I need to recoup more." She obediently stopped and knelt in slave position one in the middle of the bed.
"Don't tell me she was starting on you again this morning."
"Yes, and I'm still sore from last night." Marcia smiled at me, an angelic smile to melt my heart.
Brianna laughed. "Yes, and she told me what you've been doing to her for the last few days, so I don't feel too sorry for you. Maybe just a little because you're only a man and I know what a limited capacity you have. It's why women are superior."
"I won't argue to point with you. Marcia had to orgasm thirty or forty times in the last twenty-four hours. If I'd cum as much as she did, my dick would have fallen off and she'd be burying it in the backyard right now, the last of me to remain in Florida."
Brianna laughed some more. "I'm glad you understand your limitations, Sam. Since you haven't eaten anything yet today other than Marcia, we wanted you to come to the hotel. Bring your swimwear and lot's of sunscreen. The pool is beautiful. I'll feed you lunch and dinner on either end and we can discuss what we're going to be doing the next week."
"We'd enjoy seeing you. Do we need to bring towels?"
"No, they have a cabana girl or boy at the pool who hands them out like candy when you use the pool. Big fluffy ones, too."
"We'll be there as soon as we can. Expect us in about an hour."
"We'll see you then. We're in the Island Suite. They'll direct you at the concierge."
I looked at Marcia. "Little slave. Get a swimsuit and a cover up. You may not put on the swimsuit yet. You can put it on when we get there. You'll be eating lunch in the cover up, so plan accordingly. You will put on your new butterfly and your largest plug, plus your public slave jewelry. Pick out something dressy and entertaining for supper tonight. Assume they have a dress code of some sort for supper. We won't need towels. Put it all in a beach bag but what you're wearing and give the bag to me while you wait by the garage door in position one."
"Yes, Master."
While she gathered what she needed, I got swim trunks and another Hawaiian shirt for lunch and the pool and slacks, shirt and sport coat for me for dinner. If they didn't have a dress code, I'd ditch the sport coat. She handed me the beach bag and waited by the garage for me. I added some other things to the bag and we were ready to go. It took a half hour to get there. We got directions to the Island Suite and a pass for parking our vehicle. We knocked on the door and Chantelle answered, naked as usual. She ushered us into the room, closed the door and hugged us both.
The others were naked as well, still waiting for us. Despite my seriously depleted condition, I felt my cock start to stir.
"Get dressed girls," Brianna said. "I'm sure Marcia and Sam are hungry right now."
They scampered to do her bidding. Brianna was feeding John. "He's almost finished now and Sarah is already fed. I'll put on my suit as soon as he's done."
I picked up Sarah and started cuddling on her, kissing her cheeks and neck with loud, noisy kisses. She laughed and giggled and squirmed. "Oh boy, I've missed you little munchkins so much," I said. "Pictures don't say enough. I can't believe how much bigger she is. It's been what, six weeks since they were born?"
"Seven exactly," Brianna remarked, "They were born on April 18. It's Wednesday, June the sixth. Check a calendar Sam. It's seven weeks."
"I can't believe time is going by so quickly," I said.
"Wait until they start going on dates and graduating from high school. Time will have passed so quickly, Sam. Children grow so fast. When you're a child, you can't wait to grow up. Time moves so dreadfully slow. When you're the parent, every second you miss is one you never get back. You'll wonder where all the time went; how they grew up so fast. Why do you think I'm so eager for you to move to California. So you don't miss a single moment of the two incredible lives we've all created, you, me, Marcia, everyone. It's not for the kids. They'll soon be eager to be rid of us. It's for us, because we know life is fleeting."
"Brianna, you're right," Marcia said. "We know how quickly time flies now. When we were children we wanted to be older. We wished our lives away, never realizing how much we'd want it back later."
"Which is why I'm so grateful you've chosen to share your husband with us. All of a sudden I realized I was over thirty-five years old, still capable of having children, but with time slipping by. Even now, I will be 52 or 53 when they graduate from high school. Four or five years older when they graduate from college. How old will I be when they marry and have children? Adele and Monique are the same. The others are younger, but they've realized earlier than I that raising children younger allows you to be a part of their lives longer. Even if they no longer want or need my advice or help, I want to see what they can achieve." John had stopped feeding and Brianna handed him to Marcia. "Would you like to burp him?"
"Please, I'd love to." Marcia collected him in her arms.
"Here's his towel." She stood up, handing it to Marcia and I noted she'd shed a lot of the baby weight she'd carried.
"You've trimmed up nicely since we saw you last."
"Thank you. I've been working hard to get rid of the additional weight." She started putting on her swimsuit.
"How are the others who became pregnant doing?" Marcia asked.
"They're all between six and seven weeks along. No one is showing yet. Adele is having the most trouble with morning sickness, Monique less so. I'm not sure Ingrid is suffering from sickness at all, though she may refuse to show it even if she is. She's the most stoic, stubborn, strong willed woman I've ever met. I'm surprised she's a sub. You know how she took her punishment by the pool, Sam. She didn't say a word as you paddled her and no one knew she was cumming. I'm hoping having children will loosen her up a little. The most animated I ever see her is when she's caring for the twins, so I'm optimistic."
Brianna's three slaves came out of the bedroom dressed in their sexy suits and public jewelry. Like Marcia, the public signs of their slavery was more subtle. All of them had a light chain choker, silver or gold bracelets and anklets, and a belly chain. I waited until Marcia finished burping John, then told her she could put on her suit. I told her to do it in front of all of us, and handed her the swimsuit from our beach bag. She stripped off the cover-up, removed her new butterfly, licked it clean, pulled out her plug and set it down, then stepped into her bikini bottoms and attached the string ties of her top. It was a tiny bikini which benefitted from her not having pubic hair as it wouldn't have covered it if she did.
Brianna picked up the new butterfly and commented, "A new toy?"
"Yes. It's very effective. It's contributed a lot to Marcia's fun the last couple days."
"It is waterproof, isn't it?"
"Yes, but her bikini bottom would not hide the device. It barely covers her cleft."
"I was thinking of Zoe," Brianna said. "She has a suit bottom perfectly suited for this device."
Zoe had on a skin tight bottom that accentuated her bottom, almost as spectacular as Marcia's. It came up higher, so it would cover the device, though the casual observer would see she had something in her vagina because it was so tight. She had a camel toe now.
"Zoe, pull down your bottom."
Zoe was reluctant. She was aware it would be visible to people. Brianna gave her about five seconds to respond before snapping, "Zoe, obey me now. You will suffer consequences from your delay. Display."
The bottoms came down immediately and Zoe assumed her display position, arms behind the neck, shoulders back, legs spread.
"Marcia, please assist Zoe in putting this device on correctly."
Marcia knelt down and helped Zoe step into the straps. She raised it up Zoe's legs and seated the penile appendage in Zoe's cunt and the butterfly over her clit. She tightened the straps