A Taste Of Slavery Ch 07

Scott exposes Julia to even more, allowing another man to touch her for the first time in their marriage and she surrenders her bottom to Scott. This chapter contains oral and anal sex, bondage and discipline consisting of spanking, public arousal and orgasms. Continuing to remind that for purposes of this tale, STD's are not a public health thing. I think this chapter has some nice humorous elements in it. I hope you get a giggle out of it.

Ch 7 - Julia Surrenders Her Bottom

JULIA

Master woke up at 5:30 AM, still on work time. I woke up long enough to earn my primary outfit for the day, slowly suckling his cock until I received my offering. After swallowing his seed, I asked permission to go back to sleep. He laughed, patted my bottom and said he'd see me later. I felt thin, stretched out, from the interrupted sleep, the crazy, mind blowing sex, the tense anticipation of what might happen next.

My phone rang at 9:30. Shit! I was dreaming of the orgasm I had last night. It was such a wonderful dream. Who the hell was calling me? I glanced at the phone. Lisa. She probably deserved an answer.

"Hello," I said, groggily.

"Are you still in bed? What's the matter, not getting enough sex."

"The opposite. Too much sex. Not enough sleep."

"Don't tell me that," she complained. "Don't tell a woman who's not getting any sex that you're getting too much. I can't take it. It's not fair."

"It is what it is."

"About that. I haven't had a chance to talk to you since this thing started. You think Scott will let me bend your ear a bit, so I can find out what's happening?"

"I can ask him."

"Please do. I'm dying to find out how it's going."

"I'll call you back in thirty."

Stumbling into the bathroom, I removed the plug, used the facilities and splashed water on my face to wake up. I brushed my teeth, cleaned the plug and reinserted it. It seemed to go in easier than it did last night. Master was working on his computer, some work related stuff. I knelt at his feet and laid my head on his leg.

"Master, Lisa called and wanted to know if she could speak to me about how my experiment is going so far."

"Do you want to go over there or have her come here?"

"Whatever Master desires."

"I don't mind if you have some privacy to discuss girl matters. You can go over there," he said. "However, I should like to fuck you before you go, and there's still the matter of your cumming last night without asking my permission."

"Of course, Master. I apologize for last night. It was on me quite suddenly, almost before I could draw breath. It's no excuse, and I will abide by your decision. I'll call Lisa and tell her I'll be over as soon as I've been punished and fucked, sir."

"You do that."

"Yes, Master."

I called Lisa and told her I would be over in about an hour or so. Master was going to punish me, then fuck me, and I still needed to eat something.

"Don't worry about food. I'll feed you. Why are you being punished?"

"I didn't request or receive permission before climaxing last night."

"Right, rule three or four, something like that. Why didn't you ask?"

"Didn't have time to. Went from we're just warming up to full blown landslide in seconds."

"Landslide. Is that good?"

"Beyond good. The best I ever had. Better than the best ten I ever had put together. So good I thought it would never end good. So fine, I may never be satisfied with normal again."

"I told you not to tell me that."

"Then quit asking."

"Shit! I have to know."

"I'll see you shortly. Lot's of food. Need energy."

I returned to Master. He patted his lap.

"Bend over, slave. Keep count."

"Yes, sir."

I bent over his legs and parted my legs as he liked. I kissed his hand and he started. I noticed right away Master was spanking me harder than before. He was definitely more confident, more knowledgeable in his understanding of my body and my tolerance for pain. I also noticed he made sure to strike the plug in my ass, at least peripherally, every couple strokes.

It felt pleasant. I know; an odd way to describe a spanking, but a warmth began spreading outward from my ass, and particularly, my rectum, where he was jostling the plug. The warmth extended to my pussy and I felt myself grow wet. Nice slow, measured spanks, like a metronome, slap, slap, slap. I suddenly realized I was about to cum.

"Master, please let your slave cum?" I grunted.

"You may cum," Master said.

Slap, slap, and there it was. Not the mind bender of last night, but good, as good as most, the warmth flooding my body. How embarrassing if I'd cum without permission while being punished for cumming without permission. I squirmed unabashedly on Master's lap, moaning like the pathetic little sex slave I was. He finished up and bending me over the back of the couch, plunged into my wetness. Ah, magic. The sense of fullness between the large plug and my Master's cock. It was so wanton, like being fucked by two men. I started building for the next orgasm.

Master must have sensed me reaching. He stopped moving, embedded in me, his cock throbbing. I moaned for him, so close, wanting him to finish. He ignored his miserable slave, like the Slave Trainer, waiting until the need passed before starting up again.

When he began again, it was slow strokes, unhurried, sliding back and forth. Building, slowly building; past the point I was before, a better orgasm coming, then stopping again.

I whimpered. "Fuck me, Master. I'm so close. Fuck me faster."

He ignored me. Masters often ignore their slaves. He was in control, not me. I tried moving, tried to fuck myself on his cock and he smacked my bottom and ordered me to hold still. I whimpered again.

Felt it slipping away, my pleasure, my release, wanting it so bad. When I was sure I'd lost it, he plunged hard, and it was back. Slick, so slick, so wet, so wanting. He felt so big in me, yet he moved without effort I was so slick for him. I went past the point I'd been before, the precipice, stepping off into space, and still I climbed. Suddenly, the pressure was back, the consuming desire, the desperation of a spring wound too tight.

"Master," I cried, sobbing, "please let me cum!"

"Cum for me, slave," and he slammed into me again and I unwound, spiraling out of control. His cock was pulsing, spurting, filling me with his seed, released himself.

Oh, it was good. Not quite the explosion of last night, but close enough I realized I might reach it again. Last night not an aberration, a never more to be achieved anomaly of random wonderfulness, but a target with a bullseye to aim for. Suddenly, not so sad, not so dim, not so vague, but a positive goal to be reached. The spasms ended, as all things must end, Master's balls emptied, my pussy no longer quivering. Other senses slowly returning, no longer confined to touch.

"You smell of sex, slave."

It was true. I reeked of sex, of pleasure pursued and realized, a locker room of sex.

"Don't clean yourself off. I think you should smell of sex all day long, the scent of it lingering, reminding you of what you are, a slutty little slave."

"Your slave, Master."

"My slave," he agreed. "My slave, whom I love with all my heart."

I was warmed by his words. His slutty little sex slave, who he treasured and adored. The slave he'd learned to fuck to levels we'd never reached before. His possession and no one else's. That's the person who went to Lisa's; a punished and well fucked slave with her Master's cum running down her legs.

Lisa sniffed. "Shit, Julia. You didn't even wipe yourself off after having sex, did you? I can smell it on you, plain as day."

"Master told me not to. He wanted me to be reminded of what I am, a slutty sex slave."

"Master? His name is Scott, you know. You haven't forgotten have you?"

"Not anymore. I don't think of him as Scott anymore. I think Sunday was the last time I thought Scott in my head. Now all I think is Master, or sir, or my owner. I'm not pretending to be a sex slave anymore. I am a sex slave. He's made me his."

"Jesus! What's he done to you? Is he drugging you?"

"Not unless sex is a drug. It may be. I never understood how anyone could claim to be a sex addict. I thought it could be compensation for lack of love. Wanting to feel something you couldn't feel. I'm not so sure anymore."

"So, you're saying the sex is real good."

"Good doesn't begin to describe it anymore. Good is what I used to have. I thought last night might have been an accident, never to be repeated again. This morning was so close, I know it wasn't."

"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you like the play?"

I laughed. "I'll tell you all about it, but first you have to feed me. I'm starving."

"Breakfast or lunch?"

"Food. Any food will do."

Lisa made me eggs with smoked sausage mixed in and when that was gone, a ham and cheese sandwich, with lots of coffee. I was still feeling sluggish and languid.

As I ate, I told her everything which happened, starting with Master collaring me, using the Slave Trainer to get me to swallow his cum, the beginning of my ass training, to my training session with Mistress Dark. Lisa stopped me there.

"Wait, Scott made you lick her pussy?"

"Not exactly. He told me it was my choice, but if I didn't, the Slave Trainer would be in me for the next 24 hours without relief. Additionally, he said other women might be involved in some of my future choices, and it was to my advantage to learn how to please a woman. He said my fucking women would be more comfortable for him than my fucking a man would be. He's kind of working up to allowing me to be with another man."

"Jesus! Had you ever been with a woman before?"

"Not really. In college, I kissed a girl a few times and we touched one another, masturbating each other to orgasm once, but never like, doing the deed."

"How'd you like it?"

"It wasn't bad. Not my favorite thing, I much prefer men, but I got through it okay."

"Are you any good at it?"

"Mistress Dark said I did okay for a beginner. She made sure I could concentrate on her pussy even if I was having orgasms myself, or I got swatted."

"Would you do it again?"

"I have done it again. Twice, though one time a woman pleasured me orally instead of the other way around."

"Okay. I've got to hear the rest of this story. I'm sorry I interrupted. Please continue."

"Mistress Dark taught me to deep throat Master."

"You can take a dick all the way down now?"

"I will tell you this story if you let me finish it, I promise."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're telling me all this stuff and I can't believe it. I'll try to keep my lip buttoned and hold my questions for the end."

"She also taught Master how to whip me. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Better than the paddle he got. Even when Master whipped my breasts and pussy, it wasn't horrible."

"Stop, stop right now. I know I'm interrupting again, but come on. Scott whipped your breasts and pussy?"

"He did. Look, I'm not saying I loved it. But I didn't hate it either. He does love me and he's not going to do anything that truly hurts me. The advantage of having my husband as Master and not some space alien or stranger. It stings when it lands, but an hour later, I don't feel it. The red marks disappear quickly. It's part of the experience."

"Bad part, it seems to me. Generally speaking, how are you doing with the whole punishment thing?"

"I'm getting by. I even feel like I'm starting to enjoy it a little. When he was spanking me today, I needed to cum. Part of it was the butt plug in my ass and he kept hitting it, but the little fire he lights in my bottom seems to extend to my cunt before long. When he fucked me today after spanking me, I had a great orgasm. The second best of my life. The spanking hardly registered. I know it was hard. I can still feel it. I know my ass is still a little red. But I'm fine, honest."

"Damn. It's just crazy. I can't believe you're telling me this stuff."

"It gets crazier. Saturday night, I had to pay the pizza delivery man in the nude. On Sunday, I didn't suck cock first thing in the morning. I slept in, like this morning. I figured, going nude around the house, no big deal. I forgot Master's parents were coming over for cards." Lisa started to say something but hushed when I raised my finger. "We got Chinese food delivered, and I had to greet him naked the same way, but almost ignored him because I was so worried about Master's parents. I was able to buy my secondary clothes with a blow job and twenty swat spanking with the paddle. I finished Master off right as they were coming up the driveway. The top was translucent and showed my boobs pretty good. The skirt was too short and I would have been flashing my cunt at them all night if I sat down, except Dan let me get a towel and put it over my lap. The strange part of the whole evening is Sandra confided in me that she and Dan had played around with the whole Dom/sub thing a few times during their marriage, never as long as three weeks, but she mentioned an unforgettable weekend. Uh, uh, uh," I warned her. "Save the questions."

Sandra mimed zipping her lips closed.

"Yesterday, we went shopping. Another option was proposed to me. Wear the Slave Trainer all through supper in the restaurant without any relief, or earn two orgasms during supper by seducing a sales clerk." I held up my hand again. Lisa settled down. "If I further got her to lick me to an orgasm, Master wouldn't engage the orgasm override and I could have as many as I wanted. I seduced a clerk in the dressing room by telling her I was a sex slave and had to do anything a Master or Mistress told me to. She made me lick her to multiple orgasms, but she wouldn't give me one in return. Said Master was right and sex slaves should be kept wanting and needy. Master took me to a jewelry store and gave me this collar and these cuffs." I pointed to my new gold collar and bracelets, showing her the tiny locks and the manacles on the collar. "They can't be used to secure me, but identify me as a sex slave. I can wear them all the time, even in the shower.

"Of course, in the restaurant, I had to earn my two orgasms by sucking Master under the table. Our waitress caught me doing it the first time, while we were waiting for our food. Master explained to her I was showing appreciation for new jewelry I'd received, not so I could cum. She said she often showed her appreciation to her husband the same way. When she came back with our food, she asked to see the jewelry. She asked about them and since Master said I must be honest with people, I had to explain I was a sex slave to Master. I had to tell her the reason I was so jumpy is I was wearing a Slave Trainer and it wouldn't allow me to cum. I hadn't earned the right to cum by getting the sales clerk to lick me to an orgasm. Later, she took pity on my plight and told Master she would lick me if he would let me cum the rest of the night. He agreed and she met me in the bathroom a few minutes later and took care of me.

"Then last night, Master was using a vibrating butt plug while he fucked me and I had the most incredible, mind bending, thought I would die, orgasm I've ever had. I don't know why. Perhaps the combination of every thing I'd done yesterday, the seduction, the waitress, being kept aroused and on edge all day, and the vibrations in my ass as he fucked me, but I went off and it didn't end for a long time. Tonight, Master can fuck my ass for the first time and I'm not afraid of it. I want him to know and use every part of me. I want to be his total fuck toy to use however he wants. You can ask your questions now."

"His parents do this too? Is it where Scott got the idea?" Lisa asked.

"He didn't know his parents ever did anything like this. And I'm the one who wanted this; he's the one who came up with the idea."

"You seduced a sales clerk, in a store, in the dressing room? You licked her to an orgasm?"

"Three. She liked the idea of my having to do it if she wanted."

"How old was she?"

"I'm guessing four years either side of forty."

"Did you have to do it?"

"If I wanted to orgasm during supper. It doesn't take long for the Slave Trainer to make you appreciate the ability to cum."

"And the waitress licked you to orgasm? In the bathroom of the restaurant?"

"Yes. Her name was Sharon. I think she felt sorry for me. She could see how miserable I was."

"Was she a lesbian?"

"I doubt it. She said she had a husband. Master asked if she'd tell her husband and she wasn't sure."

"Had she ever licked pussy before."

"I honestly don't know. I didn't ask."

"Did you have to lick her in return?"

"She said she wouldn't have time. It only took her around two minutes from the time she started on me until I climaxed, I was so ready. She wasn't aroused. She did it for me. Master gave her a $300 dollar tip for me."

"And you have the Mother of All Orgasms last night after all this other stuff?"

"Yes."

"How many orgasms would you say you've had since you started this sex slave thing?"

"Less than you might guess because the Slave Trainer is very effective. When I was wearing it, Master only allowed me to climax when swallowing his cum. He can't cum as often as I can, so I was very frustrated much of the time. I can still make myself orgasm, but he gets notified if I cum while it's in me, so he knows if it's with his permission. It also alerts him if I remove it. But other times I was allowed to cum quite freely. if I were to guess, I'd say between thirty and fifty times since Friday night."

"But you could have climaxed more if you weren't wearing this device?"

"Or allowed to have orgasms whenever I wanted. I wanted to masturbate last night when Master was asleep."

"Why didn't you?"

"If he found out, I'd be punished. More than that, I'm accepting my role. I'm his sex slave now. My job is to please him, in any way I can. If I should happen to enjoy it, which Master makes sure I do, it's frosting on the cake. But my orgasms now belong to him, just as I do."

"Damn! This is so twisted. But you're eating this up, aren't you?"

"I love it. When's the last time you had thirty to fifty orgasms in less than four days?"

"Never comes to mind. And you don't mind any of it; the punishment, the sex with other women, jumping when he says jump?"

"And cumming when he says cum. No. I mind some things more than others, but the whole experience has been amazingly rewarding. Thus far, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"And tonight you surrender the booty for the first time?"

"It will probably be tonight, but anytime after the largest plug is removed."

"Would you do it again?"

"I'm not sure I want to stop after three weeks."

"You'd continue doing this indefinitely?"

"Well, so far anyway. I don't know what else he has planned for my three weeks, but to this point, I'd let him keep going."

"You thought I was sexually adventurous. You've got me beat."

"Maybe now. I didn't before. This experience has really opened my eyes to how ordinary my life was before."

Lisa thought about it a little. "I don't know. I'm not sure I could do anything like this."

"It's been like a dream come true for me."

The conversation died soon afterward and I helped Lisa clean up her kitchen and went back to my Master.

******

SCOTT

"Did you have a good time with Lisa?" I asked when my slave returned.

She was removing her clothes to get naked again. "Yes, sir. She was flabbergasted when I told her all we've done so far."

"I hope she's not slut shaming you."

Naked, she came to me and knelt at my feet and started stroking my leg. I felt a familiar stirring.

"No. She's surprised, but not in a negative way. Curious more. She was astonished you put me with another woman and I would tolerate you whipping me. In a way, I think she's jealous, sir."