A Taste of Slavery

Julia finds out her Master expects her to serve as a white silk slave for the poker game. She tries to resist, but the alternative choice is too difficult. This chapter contains lots of oral sex, both masculine and feminine, of their friends, which in addition to her nudity, Julia finds both humiliating and arousing. No STD's exist in this fantasy world. Enjoy.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 8 - Julia Pays for Her Dereliction

JULIA

I was vaguely aware of Master getting up, but not so aware I realized what his getting up meant. I was back asleep before I realized he was gone. I woke up around nine, remembered he'd had to go to work this morning to deal with the Watkins, knowing I'd lost the chance for the silk dress. Since I was naked most of the time anyway, the leather harness wouldn't particularly bother me. Master would never take me out of the house in it, so I slipped back to sleep, glad I could finally get some real rest.

Getting up around eleven, I fixed myself a hearty breakfast, still hungry despite the steaks last night. Cleaning up afterward, I had time to read, but my usual literary fare had less appeal. I was living the fantasy, and reading about some fictional girls travails as a sex slave didn't float my boat the way it usually did. I imagined it might again after my own slavery was over. Instead, I caught up on some magazines I'd let slide. It was odd not having sex all the time. I found my fingers kept drifting down to my pussy, realizing I couldn't cum, and pulling them away before I could satisfy myself.

At two, there was knocking on the back door. Usually, only our friends used the back door; most other people going to the front. Still, I peaked out the window, hoping it wasn't a repairman or worse, knowing I was naked as a jaybird. It was only Lisa and I let her in with a sigh of relief.

"Sorry for the nudity, but Master left early this morning and I didn't earn any clothing by sucking his cock. He had to go to work today. I can't do anything about it until he comes back. What can I do for you?"

"I came over to find out if you needed any help getting ready for the poker game tonight?"

Poker! Oh, no! Shit!

"Shit! It's Thursday already? And it's at my house? Fuck? What the hell am I going to do?"

No wonder Master didn't put at least the semblance of something wearable outside the house as a second option. We weren't going anywhere. Instead, four other people were coming here, five including Lisa.

"Don't you have a way to get some other clothing if you miss your morning deadline?" Lisa asked.

"Oh sure," I said, "by sucking his cock and getting twenty swats, which I have to do in front of everyone and my secondary outfit is nothing more than a bunch of leather straps that don't hide a damn thing. Fuck!"

How could I have let this happen? I could try complaining to Master, but he would tell me I should have remembered it was poker night and sucked his cock. The silk dress, while sexy as hell, would have provided adequate coverage. He was right. Poker happened every Thursday. I usually prepared snacks for it and it was our turn to host. Fuck! I had to try.

I texted him immediately.

Call me as soon as you can, sir.

With Lisa's help, I started getting ready, putting lots of beer in the refrigerator, getting bottles of liquor down from the cupboard. We needed snack items, though, and I couldn't go out naked.

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked. "I've got no snacks in the house and can't go out like this. Can you go to the store and buy some stuff? If you can't go, I can order stuff to be delivered, but I have to let the delivery man see me like this." I waved my hand up and down my bare body.

"Sure, but it will cost you your help the next time I host."

"Anything you need," I assured her.

"What do you want?" Lisa asked.

"A few cans of the Vienna sausages and crescent dinner rolls. I'll make pigs in a blanket. Some frozen meatballs and brown gravy mix, some chips, a bag of waffle potato chips with some onion dip and lime Doritos. They go well with beer. Some salsa too. I'm running low on vodka and I should have something sweet. Maybe buy a large coffee cake or two small ones. I'll pay you when you get back. Thanks a million."

"See you in a few." She was gone.

Five minutes after she left, Master called.

He started by saying, "I assume you just remembered the poker game is at our house tonight?"

"Yes, sir."

"You know what you have to do."

"Yes, Master. The secondary outfit is almost worse than being totally naked and do I have to do it in front of our friends?"

"I gave you a pass on Sunday when my parents came over, and you've been a slave for a weeks and should know the fucking rules by now, so tough and yes. Plus, you'll be faced with another choice. It will be a difficult one."

With several of our friends coming over, I could imagine quite a few things could happen. Nevertheless, I felt my pussy get wet again.

"What will my choices be, Master?"

"I haven't quite decided yet. I'll let you know when I get home."

******

SCOTT

This is where my choices started getting hairy. I'd promised my little sex slave the full gamut of sex slave experience. The only things outside our marriage so far was Julia with other women or letting the nerdy delivery driver finger fuck her. This had to be more provocative for her, but more provocative for her meant more emotionally risky for me. Baby steps, I thought; do baby steps. Don't jump in, both feet first. Dip a toe in to start, test the temperature of the water. Emotionally risky or not, I'd prefer Julia had sex with someone we knew then some total strangers. I slowly decided on a choice to give her, typed it up and left a space for her to sign it. Make it official.

Jerry and I had presented our newest proposal to the Watkins after lunch. I presented a number of different options regarding the materials to box the steel support beam; four kinds of wood, marble, granite, copper, mirrors, even gold leaf. I said it couldn't quite be 3x3 because the steel beam was 3x3 and the other materials added some size, except perhaps the copper or gold leaf, which would be very thin, but in no case would it be more than 3 and a half inches wide. The engineer would be checking tomorrow to see what the other costs would amount to if they wanted to start all over again. Glenda and Web said they'd consider the choices we presented and let us know tomorrow morning if we needed the engineer. It meant I'd have to work at least a little on Friday, but hopefully not long. I was disappointed I wasn't fucking the hell out of my slave considering what could happen tonight.

When I got home at 5:45, both Lisa and Julia were in the kitchen working. I could smell meatballs in the slow cooker and they were putting trays of pigs in a blanket in the oven to cook. I was pleased Julia had remained naked, despite Lisa's presence. It showed she was following my orders. Lisa looked up when I got home and looked at the time.

"I've got to go shower and get ready for poker," Lisa said. "I'll see you both at seven." She ducked out the back door.

Julia finished what she was doing, then knelt down on the floor. "Master, welcome home."

"Good evening slave. I wrote up the choice you're facing tonight. I want you to read it and sign it, so there's no misunderstanding." I handed her the document.

Julia read it out loud. "'The slave will be dressed in the clothes she's earned for the evening. She will wait on the card players, serving drinks and food as a white silk slave. The slave is available to be touched and caressed while she serves. When anyone wins a hand, the slave will provide two minutes of oral pleasure to the winner'. Why not just call it sucking the cock of the winner, Master?"

"Are you forgetting Lisa plays with us. It won't all be cock."

Julia's eyes grew wide and panicked.

"Master, you'd make me lick my friends pussy?"

"Whether or not you lick her pussy is entirely up to her. She still has the choice to reject your services. They all do."

Good luck thinking any of the men would turn down having their cock sucked, but I wasn't sure about Lisa. Julia and Lisa were friends and I knew Lisa didn't exhibit signs of attraction to women. On the other hand, she did act like one of the guys and frequently did everything we did except stand up to use the toilet.

She looked back at the list. "'The slave will be able to cum only when the person she's pleasuring cums.' I take that to mean I'll be wearing the Slave Trainer?"

"Correct."

Reading again, "'At the end of the game, the slaves full oral services will be auctioned off to the high bidder. She will be displayed for the purposes of the bidders inspection before the sale begins. She will provide said services to the winning bidder in front of everyone else.' This doesn't have the alternative choice. What's my alternative to serving as white silk slave?"

"You'll be displayed on the St. Andrews cross with the Slave Trainer in you. You won't be allowed to cum until the end of the evening and everyone has left."

JULIA

This was the first truly terrible choice I faced. The one with Mistress Dark was relatively easy in comparison. I'd had enough experience to know I couldn't last a full day with the Slave Trainer, but Mistress Dark was a stranger and it was unlikely I'd see her again. I only had to overcome the thought of licking her cunt, and once that barrier was broken, the others had been easier. But they too were strangers, and any future contacts with them would be limited to none.

These were all people I knew. They were my friends as well as Master's; Lisa my closest girl friend. I saw them all the time. Somehow, knowing them made it both better and worse. I could trust them not to hurt me or do anything to embarrass me after, but they didn't have to do anything to embarrass me. Just seeing them every time afterward, we'd both remember I'd sucked their cock or licked their cunt. They'd remember the naked little sex slave, not the wife of Scott. In effect, our relationships would change forever and I couldn't know if it would be for better or worse.

This wasn't even taking into account my Master. They would all know they'd shared Scott's wife. What would it do to Master's relationship with all of them? Perhaps this was the test I wondered about. Was Master testing me to see what I would do? I wasn't sure if I could go four and a half hours without cumming. The Slave Trainer was diabolical in that regard. Trying to get through one meal had been bad enough; so bad Sharon recognized my anguish and arranged to let me cum. The whole evening would be torture.

"Have you thought about what this might mean to our friendships with these people, sir?"

"I have. I believe all of them can handle this as well as I can. I expect you'll have some feelings of humiliation and shame when you see them for some period of time after, but I did promise you a full slave experience and I trust my friends more than strangers."

I was at a loss. To hang naked on the cross before everyone while sexually tormented or to engage in oral sex with our friends while my husband watched. In the end, my fear of the damage I might do to my marriage won out.

"I'll choose the St. Andrews cross, Master."

"Very well," he said. "You may finish what you were working on in the kitchen and I'll hook you up. Go put on your Slave Trainer."

"You're going to start me now, sir?" I asked.

"As soon as you remove the pigs from the oven. I have to get ready and I want you on display when the others arrive."

"Yes, Master." Now it was more than four and a half, closer to five hours and maybe longer, depending on how long before the house was vacated after. They could linger to stare at a naked slave girl. Master was making my choice very difficult.

I put on the Slave Trainer and Master turned it on as soon as it was inside of me, then he took a quick shower and put on his poker clothes, shorts and polo shirt. I'd removed the pigs in a blanket before his shower was over and waited for him to finish. He came into the living room and turned the bondage furniture around until the St. Andrews cross was facing where he'd set up the poker table. He fastened me to the cross, splayed out for everyone to see. He surprised me by putting a ball gag in my mouth after I was secured.

"I don't want you making too much noise," he explained. "We are trying to play poker after all." He kissed me on the cheek. "You'll have until eight o'clock to change your mind and still serve as white silk. If you change your mind after eight, you'll be red silk and we'll auction off all three of your holes."

I tried to mumble something, but the ball gag prevented any meaningful speech.

"You chose this," he reminded me. "I'm giving you a full hour after the game starts to change your mind. I feel I'm being very generous in doing so. Just remember, eight PM or you are red silk."

He started setting up the table and chairs, putting out cards and chips and coasters for the glasses. I was already in torment by the time Lisa arrived, first because she was closest. Of course, she already knew the circumstances of my sex slavery, so wasn't particularly surprised to see me naked, although she thought I'd go for the leather straps. She didn't know the other part of the deal and I couldn't tell her.

She made note of the device in my cunt. "Is this the Slave Trainer you told me about?" I nodded yes. "Will you be allowed to cum?" I shook my head, no. "Poor girl." She patted my cheek and sat down, taking a seat so she was facing me.

Jerry was the next to arrive. Jerry was Master's co-worker and second in command. He was running the business while Master was taking his staycation. Jerry is black, the same height as Master, with a ripped body and dreamy brown eyes. Jerry's brown eyes popped when he saw me. Master led him to me to take a closer look.

"Julia has been reading all these erotic sex slave novels recently, and I gave her the opportunity to find out what being a sex slave is for real. It's what I've been doing on my vacation," Master said, "taking advantage of the opportunity to fully use my new slave."

"Shit man. I'm sorrier than ever I had to get your help to deal with the Watkins. I wouldn't want to come to work either if this is what was waiting for me at home."

Master played with one of my taut nipples, making it even harder. "Yeah, Glenda's a bitch. I couldn't help but think a little of this would do her some good. Touch if you want. Slave girls are made to be touched."

Jerry laughed. He palmed my other breast, making me squirm. "I'm inclined to agree with you about Glenda," he said. "Lovely slave you have here." He thumbed my nipple, making me moan low in my throat.

"I think she's the perfect sex slave," Master said. "I can't get enough of her. It's been like my honeymoon times two."

Rob and Edward came to the door next. Both of them were white, twins who Master went to high school with. They usually rode together. They were both taller and broader than Master, who gave them both the same spiel about me and my current predicament. They both fondled my breasts together, mirror images of one another and another jolt of desire hit my pussy.

The last one to arrive was Chen, a Chinese/American, just before seven. Master had met Chen when he took some General Contracting classes five years ago. Chen had his own electric, A/C and heating company and Master often used him for his A/C, heating and electrical work on his projects. He was the newest of Master's friends in the group. When Master extended him the same invitation as the others, he suckled on one of my nipples, and of course, the others had to do the same. I almost climaxed from the attention my nipples received, which I would have welcomed at that point. Every one of them was single and had no one to answer to.

Lisa prevented my release by saying, "We're here to play poker, boys, not play with the pretty slave." Damn her.

They all sat down. There was a mirror on the wall that allowed Master to keep an eye on me. Every time one of the gentleman folded, they usually watched me or even got up to play with parts of me. Only the Slave Trainer in my pussy kept them from playing with that. The lack of concentration on the parts of the four guys allowed Master and Lisa to win more often than the others. I wondered if it was why Master faced away from me, or if he wanted to allow the others the best view. Their constant attention on my naked body in addition to the incessant arousal afforded by the Slave Trainer kept me on edge. I knew fluids were running from my pussy down my legs. I could feel them sliding down farther and farther as my cunt fed more and more liquid to them.

I realized about a half hour after they started playing I wasn't going to make it the rest of the night. I was too aroused and needed to cum too much. I tried to attract Master's attention, but the ball gag in my mouth was muffling the sounds I tried to make over their conversation. How was I supposed to concede my defeat if I couldn't speak. The minutes ticked off and it got closer and closer to eight. If I needed to give up, I needed to do so before eight or I'd be red silk, with no part of me off limits. Around seven minutes to go, I started a muffled screaming and shaking the cross I was attached to. Three minutes passed before Lisa noticed me struggling to get Master's attention.

"Scott, I think your slave needs something. Does she need to use the restroom?" Lisa asked.

Master turned to look at me. My eyes pleaded with him. He looked at the clock, less than four minutes remained.

"I don't think that's it," Master replied. "I think my slave just changed her mind about something."

I nodded my head frantically. He got up and removed my ball gag. "Master," I panted, "I'll serve as your white silk slave."

"Are you sure?" Master asked.

"Yes, sir. I'm sure."

"I'm going to whip you first," he said, "twenty strokes to the front of your body. Keep count."

"Yes, Master." I agreed with alacrity.

He got the whip and proceeded to apply twenty strokes to the front of my body. I kept count with each of the strokes. He actually went rather easy on me. He'd whipped me harder previously. Lisa knew I'd been whipped before, so she wasn't surprised to see it happening in front of her, but she was interested in my reactions. I didn't cry out, although I flinched through the last four of them on my breasts. The four men were pretty astonished to see Master whipping me and Jerry started to get up, but Lisa put a hand on his arm and stopped him.

"It's okay," she said. "It's part of her slave agreement. She knew it would happen before she agreed to be his sex slave and he's done it to her before now." He sat back down.

Master finished and he released me from the cross and I knelt down at his feet and unzipped his shorts, reaching in to release his cock. Master was hard as a rock. I was aware of ten other eyes on me as I applied myself to his cock and in less than five minutes he was cumming down my throat. I swallowed every drop. I put his cock away when I was done.

"You may put on your alternate outfit now. You'll see you have an addition to it since you are white silk."

I went into the bedroom and found he'd added a sheer white g-string to the leather straps. White silk slaves privates were off limits. I still had to wear the Slave Trainer, but the g-string was large enough to accommodate the bulk of the device. It took me a few minutes to figure out the leather straps, put it on and adjust it so it fit the way it was supposed to. When I returned, everyone had resumed playing poker. I approached Master and knelt at his feet. He handed me the paper he'd typed up and made me sign it for him, folding it up and putting it in one of his back pockets.