Lisa, Julia and Scott go to Brianna's estate and learn what slaves truly wish of their dominants. This chapter contains oral sex, intercourse, spankings and masturbation. Some of you will recognize familiar names.
Ch 21 - A New Beginning?
JULIA
Lisa arrived five minutes before we had to go. We'd packed some beverages in a cooler as the drive was over three hours to LA and could be worse depending on traffic. Fortunately, it wasn't a weekday, so the traffic might be slightly better than usual. I sat with Lisa in the back so we could talk. Scott made the music louder up front and quieter in the back so we could hear each other.
"Can you believe how hard it is to get used to wearing clothes again?" Lisa said.
I laughed. "I know. Underwear, right? I haven't worn underwear for three weeks unless it was all I was wearing."
"Probably just as well. They would have been soaked all the time."
"I'm so looking forward to seeing Zoe again."
"I still don't understand how you met her before," Lisa said. "My ex would never tell me about his old girlfriends."
"Scott started the business on his own and he started out small and as long as it was small, he ran it as a sole proprietorship. As he added more employees and wasn't supervising everyone himself, he wanted to incorporate. Zoe helped him with the paperwork. She wasn't a lawyer yet, still just a student, but Scott said she was one of the smartest people he knew. He dated her when they were undergrads. She finally told him she believed she was lesbian, that she was attracted to women. They broke up, but it was amicable. They stayed in touch and he still talks to her every once in awhile. When Zoe first joined Brianna's Baubles as legal counsel, she told Scott she was going to be a submissive to the owner, Brianna Worth. She invited us both down there to visit, shortly after Brianna moved to their current location.
"It's when I first met her. She said she was a sex slave and explained what it was and what it meant to her. It fascinated me and it's when I started reading novels about sex slavery. I guess you could say she was the precipitator of our slavery."
"So, what's the deal with her and this Sam guy who fathered her child?"
"I haven't a clue. Part of the reason I want to speak to her. We're both pregnant now. We can share tales. She's not the only one of Brianna's submissives. When Zoe first started, there were around six or seven others, but the number has grown as her business grew. She uses them as her models, jewelry artisans and fabricators. And her lawyer, obviously. It's been awhile since we talked, obviously, because I knew nothing about Brianna's children, nor hers either."
"Why would she need so many sex slaves?"
"I don't know. Obviously a lot of them are employed there. As a woman, she's not subject to the same biological restrictions as men are."
"I wonder how that works, being a submissive sex slave to your employer."
"I imagine it means you're a slave twenty-four hours a day; every day a slave day, no time off while your Mistress is at work or on a weekend."
"I'm getting wet just thinking of serving twenty-four hours a day," Lisa said.
"Me, too."
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SCOTT
I was mostly listening to the music as I drove, but it wasn't so loud I couldn't hear my former slaves talking in the back seat. Their getting wet comment didn't escape my notice, nor did many of the other comments they made regarding the nature of their recently ended slavery. It sounded as if they still wished to be sex slaves and would welcome the opportunity to become one again.
Both of them said they understood why it couldn't continue, but sounded as if they'd leap headlong into slavery if they could. Maybe I was doing the wrong thing once more, bringing them to Brianna's where they'd be surrounded by beautiful submissive slave girls as they'd once been. I almost thought of turning around and going back home, but no, I knew how much Julia was looking forward to seeing Zoe again and I did need the paperwork.
The drive seemed shorter than usual because I started to dread arriving and it always seems those things you want take forever to get here and the things you hate, are but an instant. We pulled into the gated compound and Zoe was waiting for us to arrive. She was naked, as most of Brianna's slaves were on the estate. Zoe's pregnancy was barely visible. If I didn't know about it, I could easily have missed it, a slight swelling of the abdomen. It would have been invisible under clothes. It wouldn't be long before Julia sported her own. I'd always liked Zoe and could have easily seen myself with her if she hadn't decided she was into girls. In a way, it was good she was because then I would never have met Julia and I couldn't imagine loving anyone more than I loved her.
"Hello, Scott, Julia. Welcome. I'm so glad to see you both again." She hugged us both. "And who might this be," Zoe said, indicating Lisa.
"This is our friend and neighbor, Lisa McManus," Julia replied.
"Lisa, I'm pleased to meet you. Did they warn you we were primarily nude here most of the time? I can put on clothes if you'd be more comfortable that way?" Zoe said, taking her hand.
"Julia told me you were a submissive to your employer, so I suspected there would be attire indicative of that. You don't have to put on clothes for me. I just came out of two weeks of sex slavery myself. Julia and I were submissive to Scott. It ended yesterday."
"Scott, you dog. You told me about Julia's slavery, not that you had another slave as well."
"It was ending," I said. "Didn't seem relevant for a short conversation."
She turned to Julia. "Does this mean you and Lisa have had sex together?"
Julia blushed. "It does."
"Did you enjoy your walk on the other side of the street?"
"I didn't hate it," Julia admitted. "It was just part of my subservience. Being a slave makes you quite hungry for sex."
"Doesn't it though," Zoe laughed. "I'm horny all the time, and I swear my pregnancy makes it worse."
"That brings up an unexpected bit of news," I said. "Julia informed me yesterday I'm going to be a father."
"Really? How marvelous for you both." Zoe hugged us again, whispering congratulations in my ear. "Listen, why don't we get the business out of the way first, then we can catch up. I know I have a lot of questions, and I'm sure you do too. Let's go sit down at the dining room table. If you haven't eaten, I'm sure there's still something to be had, even if it's just fruit and pastries."
I was hungry. We hadn't eaten before we left nor stopped on the way. "Lead the way," I said.
Zoe led us to the dining room table. A gorgeous, caramel colored black woman was clearing some of the food away. She was naked as well.
"Bon jour, Monsieur, Maîtresses," she said upon seeing us. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, juice? I was making crepes today. I can make you some. I still have some batter left. Or we still have pastries and fruit; whatever you wish."
"Thank you...I'm sorry, your name is?"
"Chantelle, Monsieur."
"I'd love some crepes and coffee, Chantelle. Julia and Lisa, what would you like?"
"Have the crepes," Zoe suggested. "Chantelle is a world class chef. You won't be disappointed."
Lisa and Julia looked at one another and Julia said, "We'd both like the crepes as well, and some tea would be good for me." "Juice for me," Lisa said.
Chantelle nodded, saying "Very well," and disappeared in the kitchen.
Zoe started going over the paperwork. It was pretty straightforward. She told me to make sure I kept 51% of the company so I would always have control. No matter how much I liked and trusted Jerry, it was still my company and I should maintain it as such. Zoe had figured different prices for the company based upon how quickly Jerry purchased his shares as she said that unless there was a sudden crash in the housing market, my company was growing rather quickly and becoming more valuable over time. She calculated each percentage share as a portion of the expected value of the business. His 49% would be a lot cheaper to obtain if he purchased it all this year as opposed to chunk by chunk over the next several years. How much and when would be up to him.
Our discussion was interrupted when Chantelle returned with the crepes. The conversation died quickly.
"Oh my God," I said. "These things are heavenly. Thank you, Chantelle. They're melting on my tongue. What is it?"
"Smoked salmon and goat cheese crepes, Monsieur. They have a little garlic, baby spinach, red peppers, capers, and fresh dill is sprinkled on the top."
"Zoe wasn't kidding. You're a fantastic cook. I'm impressed. Are you Mistress Brianna's sex slave, too?"
"I used to be, Monsieur. I submit to Monsieur Sam now, and his wife, Marcia."
There was that Sam guy again. Who the fuck was he? I was starting to develop more and more questions for Zoe unrelated to business. It could wait until we finished anyway.
We went back to the paperwork in between bites of the food. I'd weigh three hundred pounds if I lived here and ate like this all the time.
It was all laid out with historical past growth and expected future growth. She said if Jerry got an attorney to look it over for him, his attorney could call with any questions, or Jerry himself could call. She'd be happy to answer any questions. She showed us all the places for our signatures and had marked them with tabs. There were a couple places Julia had to sign as she was nominally part owner in the business as well. Julia wasn't having any difficulty following along, so it would be clear to everyone.
"Any questions about the legal papers?" Zoe asked when we'd finished.
"Not about the papers, lots of questions about other things," I replied. "Who's the father again and did you undergo artificial insemination?"
"Oh, no. Did it the old fashioned way." She held up her left hand with a circle formed of her thumb and fore finger, and poked the finger of her other hand back and forth, mimicking the sex act.
"I thought you gave up men," I said.
"For everything but pregnancy, yes. Sam lives here now. Would you like to meet him?"
"I think I would," I said.
"Everyone's out by the pool," Zoe said. "I'll warn you, there are no clothes being worn there at the moment."
"Sounds like our Memorial Day party, Scott," Julia said.
