A Taste Of Slavery Ch 15

Julia proclaims her need and desire for slavery. Sarah punishes a slave and likes it. This chapter contains oral sex, lesbian sex, masturbation, regular sex, bondage, spanking, and whipping. The participants don't have to worry about STD's.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 15 - Lead Into the Holiday

JULIA

We both slept late the following morning. Lots of good sex will do that for you. Of course, Mistress wanted more when she woke up. Girls are so much more capable when it comes to cumming. I wore more of her cum on my face when we showed up for breakfast since she ordered me not to wash my face. She cleaned up, perhaps shy she'd licked a woman for the first time. Slaves don't need to worry about being shy. It isn't allowed. Master showed Sarah how he usually fed his slaves. Lisa sat on Master's lap, but I was too big for Sarah's. I tried and her leg quickly went to sleep, so I sat beside her as she fed me.

Master took note of my face as we ate and asked me if I had a satisfactory night.

"Mistress ensured your slave received sufficient gratification, Master. I have no complaints. I'm sorry to inform you that I orgasmed three times without permission last night." Actually, it was closer to a dozen, but I only promised to say it was three times. "I stand ready to be punished again today."

Master said to Sarah, "It's common for the Dominant with control of the slave when she was disobedient to perform the punishment."

"Your slave informed me of the same thing," Sarah said.

"Is that why she had so much trouble getting your permission to cum?" Master asked.

It was hard getting anything past my Master.

"That might have something to do with it," Sarah replied. "I actually wanted to see you whip her, but she said I'd have to do it."

"So you're enjoying being a dominant?" Master asked.

"I am, very much. I only wish your slave was male."

"I very much prefer she isn't," Master said, laughing.

"I'm not terribly disappointed she isn't either. I had a wonderful time last night."

"I'd like to inform everyone that Mistress Sarah is a squirter," I said. "We have some extra laundry to do today."

"Do tell?" Master said, and Sarah blushed. "I didn't witness any squirting yesterday while at the spring, nor while Lisa was pleasuring her before Marcus's arrival. How did this get discovered?"

"In order to make her understand the plight of a slave when she is not allowed to cum, I asked her to hold back from cumming as long as she possibly could, while I did my utmost to pleasure her. She kept asking for permission to cum and I refused her. When it seemed she couldn't possibly hold out any longer, I shoved a third finger into her cunt and my little finger into her anus, while sucking as hard as I could on her clit. The rest is history."

Master and Lisa both laughed, Sarah and I joining quickly. It was a joyous laughter. No one was making fun of her.

"So now she knows how difficult it is for a slave to be refused an orgasm," Lisa said.

"And how powerful your orgasm is when you've waited so long to climax," I said. "I was quite surprised. I thought at first she was peeing on me and I was horrified. You don't know how relieved I was to find it was only cum."

We all laughed again, Sarah smiling at me. "You had to tell, didn't you?"

"Of course, Mistress. You didn't order me not to tell, and you will be punishing me today. I felt it only fair."

"I shall have to remember to order you the next time I do something embarrassing."

"Don't be ashamed of something natural," Master said. "It's no worse than if it were some other sexual issue such as premature ejaculation or inability to orgasm."

"No one here suffers from that problem," Sarah offered. "Cumming seems to be a natural state of affairs."

"Since I didn't share Master's bed this morning, Lisa," I said. "I hope you earned our clothes for the day, by swallowing Master's cum this morning?"

"I happily took care of that chore for us, Julia."

"Clothes," Sarah said. "You hardly ever wear any clothes. What do you mean you earn them?"

"What little we wore on the trail yesterday was earned, Mistress," I replied. "If we wish to leave the house in anything approaching presentable, we must suck Master's cock first thing when he wakes up. The alternative choice is much worse, usually approaching plain nudity. And the secondary choice must be won by undergoing a twenty swat spanking with the paddle in addition to the blow job he should have received earlier, usually in front of someone. The Sunday after my slavery started, I slept in late and ended up wearing a transparent top and a micro mini skirt so short, I showed my cunt every time I stretched or sat down in front of my Master's parents. Because my slavery just started, I didn't have to undergo the spanking and cock sucking in front of them, but I was wiping his cum off the corner of my mouth before they walked in the door. I was so embarrassed. To think I'd be wishing I was wearing something so revealing tomorrow was beyond my comprehension."

Master laughed. "Ah, yes, the good old days, two weeks ago."

"I admit, Master, I'm scared of how much I'm going to be showing tomorrow and to who. I'll do it because I don't want my slavery to end yet, but I'm terrified. Being naked in front of strangers in public on the trail yesterday was easier than tomorrow is going to be in our own home."

"Do you agree, Lisa?" Master asked.

"Definitely, Master. I get the shakes every time I allow myself to think about it."

"Good!" Master said. "Slaves should be uncomfortable sometimes. You're not getting the full experience if we only play behind closed doors. Sarah, are you ready to learn how to punish slaves?"

"Yes, I'd definitely be interested in learning."

"Let's clean up the kitchen first," Master said, so all four of us quickly set the kitchen to order.

Going into the living room, Master told Lisa to fetch the Enforcer and the whip. I'd agreed to do this, but I was not looking forward to training a new Mistress, though I was sure Master would ensure I wasn't harmed. Before Sarah sat down, Master had her slap her thighs several times to get a feel for how much pain she could tolerate from her hand before she started smacking me. It looked as if she could tolerate quite a bit of pain. Sarah sat on the couch and I bent over her legs.

"You really have a lovely ass," Sarah said, caressing it before the spanking began.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said. I'm ashamed to say my bottom was arching up into her hand, her touch was so light and delicate.

Master sat down beside us with Lisa in his lap. I could hear Lisa's pretty moans as Master petted and caressed his other slave.

"Count for your Mistress, slave," Master said.

"Yes, sir."

Sarah's hand left my bottom and I knew pain was soon to follow. Smack. It was harder than Master when he first started, and less than he struck me now, but I'd become toughened to my punishments since then. It proved to be a bit of a warm-up though, as she was soon striking me as hard as Master ever usually did. I was soon squirming on her lap, having difficulty holding still. I was also sobbing quietly, her hand stung so. I still felt the warmth spreading from my ass to other parts of my anatomy. I was certain my splayed legs revealed the depth of my arousal to my Mistress. She stopped after twenty swats.

"You mentioned something about the endorphins released by orgasms allowing a slave to endure more pain," Sarah said.

"That's correct," Master replied.

"Hmm," she said. "Interesting."

Sarah plunged two fingers into my cunt. I almost climaxed immediately. If I'd been less prepared by the nature of her conversation, I would have.

"Mistress, may I cum, please?" I gasped.

"You may," she said and I spasmed over her fingers.

"Your slave cums so easily," Sarah said, continuing her intimate caress of my pussy.

"Both of them do," Master replied and I heard Lisa cumming as well, her soft moans nearby. "I believe it's a function of their slavery. Julia was rarely this orgasmic before."

Speaking of orgasms, another was rapidly approaching, quickly trailing the first. "Mistress, may I cum again," I whimpered.

"Not yet," she said. "I want to see how long you may resist cumming."

I knew then I wasn't totally forgiven for outing her as a squirter. I was going to pay for her embarrassment. I'd already admitted to cumming without permission three times. If I climaxed again, it would be the fourth and I didn't know if I was capable of withstanding another thirty with the whip or Enforcer. She continued playing with my pussy. A minute went by, then two, and the pressure was horrible.

"Please, Mistress, let me cum?" I begged.

"I don't think so," she said. "This is in the nature of an experiment."

She took one of her fingers out of my cunt and pushed the wet digit into my flaming ass. A third finger went into my sodden pussy. Now both of my nether holes were being stimulated by her fingers. I gasped. I grew closer to an explosion. Another minute went by, then another. The squirming I'd done before as a I was spanked, nothing to the squirming I was doing now. I could feel my fluids running down my legs as she churned my cunt to butter.

"Mercy, Mistress," I cried out.

"Not yet," She said.

It was taking every ounce of strength and focus not to cum. I tried to empty my mind of everything, to enter a zen state I sometimes got in yoga. Sarah shocked me, swatting me again hard with her other hand and I instantly lost my battle and orgasmed, wailing.

"I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming! Ungh, ungh, ungh, aaauuugggghhh," I howled.

I didn't squirt, but the volume of fluids running down my legs doubled instantly and still she played with my pussy and ass. It was several minutes before I stopped convulsing wildly on her fingers.

"I guess we're not all capable of squirting," Sarah said. "I certainly had to check it out though. You sure made a mess of my legs, slave."

"I'm sorry Mistress," I gasped, aware the cum running down my leg must be running down hers as well.

"Very impressive," Master said.

"Shall we continue, slave," Sarah said.

I really didn't feel the last nine with her hand as painful, though the contact was enough to allow me to keep track.

"That was astonishingly fun," Sarah said when she'd finished. "My hand kind of stings, but not nearly as much as your ass, I'll wager. It's quite red."

"We should give her bottom a chance to rest," Master said.

"Slave," Sarah asked, "which of the two punishment instruments do you like the least?"

I did not like this question. Knowing I still faced ninety more swats and she might still be upset about my earlier disclosure, I wondered if my answer would result in more with the one I detested most. Still both Master and Lisa were aware of which I hated most, so a lie might result in the truth being revealed.

"The Enforcer, Mistress."

"Which one is the Enforcer," Sarah asked. I suppose it was a question raised by lack of knowledge. Either might be called an Enforcer.

"The paddle, Mistress."

"Really? Why's that?"

"The paddle can only really be used on my bottom or perhaps the back of my legs. It's too rigid and hard to be used anyplace else, which means all of the strokes will be concentrated there, and it really stings, Mistress. The whip also stings, but it's flexible enough to be used anywhere but on the face, so it can be spread around, back, legs, bottom, front..."

"You can be whipped on the front of your body?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She turned to Master for confirmation. "Not as hard as on other parts," Master said. "Usually I reserve the hardest strokes for her bottom, less hard for her back, legs, and stomach, and least hard for her breasts and mons."

She double checked. "You whip her breasts and mons?"

"Yes," Master said.

"Then I will do her back with the whip, her bottom with the paddle, and her front with the whip, in that order," Sarah said.

At least it wasn't sixty with the enforcer. It sounded reasonable to me.

"Let me show you the bondage and discipline furniture," Master said. "It was made for specifically this purpose."

Master led me to the St. Andrews cross and fastened my wrist cuffs to the top and my ankle cuffs to the bottom.

"I want you to take this whip, and before you lash my slave. I want you to strike yourself. Hit your thighs, your calves, your arms, even your stomach if you can do so. You'll be starting on her buttocks, which are already red from her spanking. If they weren't, they can probably take the strongest stroke on her body, more even than you can tolerate on your arms and legs. Assume for the moment that all they can take for now is the same, especially since you'll be using the Enforcer on her bottom later. Her back and legs can tolerate the same as her reddened ass, but don't hit all in one place. It will leave stripes on her. Keep an eye on the stripes and make sure they're spread evenly on her back and legs. Thirty only, have the slave keep track. We'll talk about her front when it's time to do it."

"Okay."

I heard Sarah striking various parts of her body, getting a feel for the whip in her hand. When I didn't hear it striking her anymore, I knew I was next. I tensed, which wasn't a good thing to do, as it was usually best to go into punishment as relaxed as possible. Her first blow fell on my tender butt. "One," I said. The next was just above the cheeks to the small of my back. "Two," I said. The third fell under my buns to the back of my thighs, just missing the crease. "Three." I had to admit, Sarah was being fairly careful for her first time. Master usually struck me harder. The remainder of the thirty were widely distributed from my shoulders to the base of my calves. The worst ones were to the back of the knees.

After fifteen or so, Sarah paused and looked at Master. "Not bad," he said, at which point he sat down and started playing with Lisa again. Before Sarah was finished with all thirty, Lisa was climaxing again. I wished it was me, even though I'd had a mother of an orgasm. Maybe Sarah would give me another with the handle of the Enforcer when she was using it.

Sarah finished with the whip and admired her handiwork, stroking my back and bottom, tracing some of the red lines left by the whip.

"Where do you usually use the Enforcer?" Sarah asked.

"I usually use the stocks, or even my lap," Master said. "Since she's been punished already and I'm sure she's going to suffer more anguish than usual. I think we'll go with the bench here."

He got up and released me from the cross and placed me on the bench. With my buttocks just over the edge, he fastened down my neck and arms and secured my feet up in the air in a V. My cunt was outrageously exposed in this position, but it did bare my buttocks and my legs and make them very vulnerable to the Enforcer. Sarah ran her fingers up my slit making me shiver.

"Strike yourself with the paddle," Master said. "It really stings to be struck by it and it doesn't require much force to do it. My slave will really feel it without much effort on your part. Part of the reason I put her in this position is it really limits you to her bottom and backs of her thighs. You'll notice the handle of the Enforcer is shaped like a phallus. At some point during her punishment, you might want to use it on her to give her another orgasm to prepare her for the balance of her spanking."

Please let me have another orgasm, I thought. This will be so bad otherwise. I couldn't see Sarah try it on herself, but I heard it pop.

"Ouch! I see what you mean about this thing," Sarah said. "That stings like a bitch."

Keep that in mind when you strike me, Mistress, I prayed silently. I heard two more pops, slightly less loud than the first. Sarah moved closer to me and I could see her standing by my bottom. Master was standing beside her and Lisa was sucking his cock. I tried to zone out. Smack! Right across the bottom of my bum. I flinched and started to cry, but I said, "One." The paddle started to warm me up as her hand had, spreading from my aching bottom to my cunt, even my breasts, my nipples hard and tender. I was sobbing openly now, not even silent. I hated the Enforcer and my buttocks felt like raw hamburger. Somehow, I managed to keep a count, but wasn't keeping track of the number, concentrating instead on the throbbing of my ass cheeks. The pain stopped. The spanking stopped.

"Is it over, Mistress," I asked, coming out of the silence in my mind.

The handle of the Enforcer was shoved into my cunt and I screamed, "Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum."

"You can cum slave," Sarah whispered and I trembled like a leaf as she fucked me with the handle, one contraction after the other sweeping over my body. I don't know how long it went on, but eventually, I settled, panting hard.

"Do you recall where I was?" Sarah asked.

Where was she, shit, where was she, I wondered. I'd been so distant while it was happening, drifting off as she paddled me, practically a trance. I ran over it in my mind. "Twenty-one," I replied.

"Are you guessing or do you know?" Sarah asked. I glanced at Master. He'd cum and Lisa was cleaning off his cock. He gave the tiniest of nods.

"Yes, it was twenty-one," I said, praying I'd interpreted him correctly.

"Very good," Sarah said. "Keep track of the rest."

Only nine more, I thought. I can do nine standing on my head. She finished the balance and I'd gotten through it.

"We'll take a brief break now before we put her back on the cross," Master said, "since her backside will be against the cross and should have a brief rest."

Master released me and told me to have some ice water or juice to drink. I scurried into the kitchen. What I needed was an ice pack on my bum. At least the rest of my punishment would be on the front and not the back. Master sent Lisa after me to ensure I was okay.

"I'm getting through it," I said. "I'm just glad she chose the whip for sixty and not the Enforcer. Did you have a good time with Master last night?"

"I did," Lisa said, "although Master was a little distracted. I think he worried you would not be able to cum enough."

"Sarah, did fine," I said. "She even decided she wouldn't die or go to hell if she licked some cunt. I had a lot of very nice orgasms, which both surprised and delighted me. I don't think Sarah is slave material. I believe she would be a very demanding Mistress if turned loose on someone. Hopefully, a man. She's sure she prefers a cock as much as we do."

Master got a phone call and we saw him take it. He got a very surprised look on his face and carried on a brief conversation with whoever. Even Sarah got a shocked look on her face and it seemed odd she would be surprised by one half of a conversation to people she didn't even know. Unable to contain my curiosity, we went back into the living room.

"Who was that, Master?" I asked.

"That was Gwen," Master said. "She's bringing another slave tomorrow."

"Who's she bringing?" I asked.

"Reneé," Master said. "Apparently, over the past few days, Gwen has spoken to her about what's happened here and she wanted to sign up as a red silk slave on Monday."

"You fucking deviants have your own fucking language," Sarah said. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I explained, "A white silk slave is one who may only use her hands or mouth to pleasure someone, not her cunt or ass. A red silk slave may be used in any way."

"You got someone else to sign on to this crazy roller coaster ride?" Sarah asked.

"Apparently," Master replied. "That wasn't the truly shocking part, however. Gwen is bringing her husband."

"Her husband, Master? We fucked his wife. He's not coming over to shoot us all is he?" I asked.