A Taste of Slavery

Scott decides to go to LA for continuing education classes, decides he will stay at Brianna's while he's there. Janet witnesses two slaves being punished and enjoying it. Curious, she asks to be punished herself. Reneé is allowed to oblige her. Confused by her responses, she doesn't react well. This chapter contains scenes of oral and lesbian sex, general fucking, bondage and discipline, including spanking, paddling and whipping. You've been warned. Like all other chapters in this novel, STD's do not exist to inhibit one's sex life.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 26 - Changes

SCOTT

Sunday morning was the first crisis of our new household. Despite being naked for much of the time, Julia didn't spend a lot of time in front of a mirror looking at herself. Mostly applying make-up and she didn't need to do so frequently when she was spending much of her time naked in the house. So when she looked at herself in front of a full length mirror after a shower the next morning and really saw a baby bump for the first time, she panicked.

"Oh no," she wailed, "it's happening."

"What's happening?" Lisa was the first to ask, freaking out herself since no one knew what was going on.

"I'm getting fat."

We both breathed a sigh of relief. "Nonsense," I said, "you're just starting to show a little from your pregnancy."

"It's only the beginning," she said. "Soon, I'll be big, fat and ugly and no one will want to fuck me anymore."

"You think you look that much different from last night when I fucked hell out of you?"

"But this is only the beginning, Master. Eventually, no one will love me anymore."

"That's your hormones talking, sweetheart. I will always want to fuck you."

"Even when I'm ugly? After all, Lisa will remain thin and beautiful and you'll have a choice of who you want to fuck, sir. Why fuck the big, fat slave when you have the skinny, little one to screw?"

"Even if this little fantasy of yours was true, and somehow, I wouldn't want to fuck my wife and the mother of my child, which is patently nonsense, your sister slave wouldn't let me get away with it. If I tried to neglect my duties to you, she'd be all over me. It's one of the things I love so much about both of you. You stick up for each other and don't let me play favorites nor unduly punish the other, without bringing me to heel."

"She won't want to fuck me either, sir."

I laughed. "Even if that were true, you both have to fuck each other to get as much sex as you want, since I'm clearly incapable of giving you all the fucking you crave."

"Master's right," Lisa said. "Not only is it in my best interest to continue fucking you as much as we both crave, I would never stop loving you because you were giving us our first baby."

I stood behind her at the mirror, looking at what she saw, the slight widening of her waist, a wee bump on the front of her stomach. I put my hands around her and grasped her breasts. "Just think, my love, your breasts will get larger and your nipples bigger as you start filling with milk. You'll just be more to love. My heart will get bigger as it has to grow to hold all the love I feel for you inside." I also let her feel my stiffening cock, starting to grow between the crack of her ass as I held her and beheld all her beauty in the mirror. "Does this feel like the cock of a man who doesn't think you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen?"

She turned to face me and I grasped her buttocks instead. "Promise me you'll love me always, Master."

"Forever and a day, Julia. Forever and a day."

Since I now had an erection, I felt I should do something productive with it. Not reproductive, it was impossible to make her more pregnant than she was, but to allay her fears, so I picked her up and laid her on the bed.

"Spread your legs, slave."

They shot apart as if they were spring loaded. "Lisa, please kiss this foolish slave so she never thinks she's anything less than the most desirable creature on the planet."

"Yes, sir."

While Lisa took care of the top half, I addressed the bottom half. I seduced her, the way she'd been trained to seduce me; long, lingering kisses up her thighs, little nips and nibbles, trailing kisses, tiny licks to the most sensitive parts of her, until she was gasping for breath. With Lisa stealing away her breath with a thousand kisses, hauntingly beautiful kisses on her lips, my tongue trailed up her slit, gathering the quickly forming liquid heat of her loins. She thrust her hips against me, craving the pressure of my lips against her core. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her heels digging into my back, clutching me closer as I brought her to her first crest, moaned frantically through a second, screamed through a third, her back arched, her tummy fluttering, her cunt pulsing.

I looked up at her, her cum around my mouth, dripping from my chin, and crawled up her body, staring at her smoldering blue eyes, wide with desire and pleasure. I pushed into her, parting her folds with the head of my prick, slamming against her pubic bone, no resistance to my rampant thrust.

She gasped, "Master, fuck me."

"Are you ugly?" Punctuating my question with a thrust.

"No."

"Are you beautiful?" Another thrust.

"Yes."

"Will I ever stop loving you?" Again.

"No," she panted, "never."

"Will Lisa ever stop loving you?" I slammed into her.

"No, Master."

"Will you ever stop loving me?" Harder.

"Never." She climaxed, moaning.

"Will I ever tire of fucking my amazing slave?" Pounding.

"Please, no."

I emptied myself into her, pulsing wildly; my cock aching it felt so good.

"I'll not hear another word about it then, slave. You are now and forever will be loved."

When I pulled out of her, Julia lay limp upon the bed, my cum leaking from her pussy. I could easily have Lisa clean up the mess, but my lesson wasn't yet over. I licked my slave clean, giving her two more orgasms before I felt she'd learned enough about my love for her.

Then, to keep things somewhat even, I licked Lisa to four orgasms while Julia kissed her, then told Julia to give her a fifth, but five only. From that moment on, Julia always received one more orgasm per day than Lisa did, through the balance of her pregnancy. I didn't ever want her feeling she was less beautiful or desirable to me because she carried our child. I told Lisa why I did it later in private and she agreed. I told her when she was pregnant, the favor would be returned to her. She smiled at me and nodded shyly.

"As you wish, Master."

Such obedient and compliant slave girls.

******

"I think we should have all the parents over tonight for supper," I said.

"Will we be naked slave girls, Master?" Julia asked.

"No. Not tonight. Fully clothed but hot slaves, but not naked ones." Julia sighed in relief.

"I'm glad, Master," Lisa replied. "Having fucked both Julia's and your parents on Memorial Day, I'm going to be very self conscious around them anyway. Being nude would make it worse."

"Oh, I agree. At the time, I never thought we'd end up where we were today; living together, a permanent threesome. Of course I knew you'd have contact with them again as our neighbor, but never like this. It's almost as if my parents fucked Julia, which totally gives me the creeps. Another reason I wished I'd understood Julia's needs better. But, it has to happen eventually, so we might as well get it over with, now Julia's showing. They'll be wanting to be kept informed about the state of the pregnancy and today is somewhat of a milestone."

"Yes," Julia concurred. "I'll definitely have the jitters facing everyone again."

I couldn't say I wouldn't be nervous as well. Even though I hadn't had sex with any of them, knowing some of them had sex with my slaves was nerve wracking.

"What would you like us to prepare, Master?" Lisa asked.

"Something like a hot dish, which can be made plentifully and without much trouble would be my suggestion," I replied.

"Perhaps a nice meaty lasagna with an antipasto salad, Master," Julia suggested.

"Perfect."

"I can make my Dulce de Leche vanilla cake, sir," Lisa added.

"I remember how good that is," I said.

"To let your slaves go naked as long as possible, perhaps Master would consider going to the grocery to buy the ingredients?" Julia asked.

"Right after we all call our respective parents and invite them over," I said.

So we called everyone and invited them over for supper together. Julia's mom had to cancel a previously arranged date, but she was all for coming for dinner. Everyone else was in as well.

I made my slaves wear their Slave Trainers today because they hadn't last night, but I turned it around on them, forcing them to orgasm after orgasm until the batteries ran dead. When I returned from shopping, the house reeked of sex. My slaves were naturally more orgasmic anyway due to their slavery. Forcing climaxes on them was easy and they both lost track of how many they had. When the batteries died, they were close to comatose from pleasure. On the other hand, the tension of greeting our parents again rapidly dissipated in the onslaught of cumming. Everything went into the oven on time, I started chilling a couple bottles of chianti I'd picked up while I was out.

Before our guests arrived, they each showered again to reduce their sex stench. They were still not allowed undergarments, but each of them wore clothes appropriate to the occasion. The only alteration I made to their covering was Julia wearing a belly baring bandeau top so our parents could easily witness the baby bump. It was, after all, one of the primary reasons for the dinner.

Of course, the women immediately noticed the reason for her attire and exclaimed loudly and proudly about the upcoming event. The men were oblivious until the women talked about it, then noticed as well and congratulated us on the precious burden Julia was carrying.

After everyone but Julia was safely ensconced in the living room with a glass of wine, Harry, Julia's father, noted the lack of the bondage furniture which had been here the last time he was.

"Yes, it's being sold. The girls are starting their own business. Specialty furniture similar to that piece. It sold for quite a bundle. The mate to it sold for $5500. We won't get the same amount for the used one, but it should do fine. We're getting a new, larger mattress for the bedroom so we're working on a bed frame for it."

"How big?" Dad asked.

"An Alaskan King; nine by nine. Lots of room for the three of us, even when Julia's ready to pop," I said.

"I didn't know they made them that big," Reggie said. "Sounds like it could be a lot of fun."

Since he and Marge regularly engaged in orgies, I wasn't surprised. I decided I should address the elephant in the room and get it over with, kind of like ripping a bandage off instead of peeling it slowly.

"If I could have your attention for a minute," waited for the chitchat to die down, "I admit the three of us are a little nervous right now," I said. "When we had our barbecue, we didn't realize we'd all be living together in the near future. I know now I made a substantial error in judgment when we had the party. It's my fault and no one else's. We're all of a sudden a lot closer than most families have any right to expect. It makes us," I waved at my two sexual partners and myself," uncomfortable. I don't know how you feel about it, but I'd like to apologize and hope it doesn't affect how we all treat each other henceforth."

Everyone looked at each other a bit. "Yeah," Dan said. "I'm not saying I hate myself for going along with the crowd, but I'd like to apologize to Lisa. It does feel a little weird right now. I hope you can forgive us."

Lisa got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around my father. "We're all at fault, Mr. Rivers. Everyone was carried away that day. We didn't know what the future held. If you can forgive me, I can forgive you." Dad nodded. She moved to my mother and did the same. "Sandy, please forgive me."

"Of course, child. And if you'll forgive a foolish old woman, we'll be square."

"I guess I don't feel like there's anything to forgive anyone," Marge said. "Reginald and I are kind of accustomed to screwing our friends, but I can see it's not quite the same with all of you. So if you feel you need forgiveness, you've got it. I certainly wasn't expecting a rerun of the performance, so don't feel you owe me anything, from forgiveness on down. I certainly wasn't planning on holding anyone responsible for whatever happened, nor ever expected more of the same, so as far as I'm concerned, Julia, we're good and would never be anything but. I love you like my own daughter, but you're not and I don't regret becoming friendlier than you're accustomed to. We're fine."

"What she said," Reggie added. "What's done is done and there's no point in stressing over spilt milk, nor obsessing either. Nothing to be done for it now. We love you child, and it's not changing, no matter what."

"It's a strange relationship we've entered into," Julia said. "It's going to create some weird situations. Lisa almost feels like my spouse, we're that close, and I feel like I should call you Mom and Dad, but calling all three sets of parents Mom and Dad will be confusing as hell."

"When we decided we were going to enter into this relationship," I said, "it was pointed out to us that our children would believe they had two mothers, and three sets of grandparents. It wouldn't be until they were much older they would realize they didn't, but it's how we want to treat you. For all practical intents and purposes, Lisa is as much married to me as Julia is and as much married to Julia as I am. Reggie and Marge, you'll be Julia's children's grandparents as much as Harry and Mary. The same with all of Lisa's children. All six of you will be the grandparents, and I suppose it's what makes this so awkward for us now. You're not just friends anymore, you're family, our family, so I apologize for any awkwardness created by that day."

"I'm sure you kids will do right by us and I'm happy you're thinking about this stuff. Reginald's right about one thing," Dan said, "and that is there's nothing anyone can do about it now. I'd say it's best to go along as if it never happened and do our best to forget it ever did."

"Amen," Harold said. "I'm too old to obsess about this stuff now. Give me a heart attack for sure."

Julia kissed the top of her dad's head. "Way to go, pops."

He put his hand atop her head, saying, "A little bird told me we were having lasagna tonight. You know how much I love your lasagna. When do we eat?"

"In about five minutes. Why don't you get washed up. We'll put the salad on the table and you can dish up your own."

"Save room for cake," Lisa said.

"Not the Dulce de Leche vanilla cake?" Reginald asked.

"Yes. I made your favorite."

"All is forgiven, child. All is forgiven."

The rest of the evening went pretty damn good.

******

JULIA

It was hard at first having everyone over. I was nervous because I'd fucked Lisa's parents. She had to be doubly so since she'd fucked both mine and Scott's. It might have helped ease my trepidation somewhat to have cum all afternoon until I was a juicy puddle, but everyone had been nice and done what they could to put all of us at ease. They were right. Nothing we could do about it now. Water under the bridge. Everyone was friendly when they left. The normal hugs we exchanged with people we were familiar with and close to. All the ladies were comfortable enough to pat my belly before they left. The men not so much, afraid to imply too much, I suppose.

Master was so masterful tonight. So soft and tender I wanted to die with pleasure when he fucked me. Not hard like this morning, but gentle, so loving. It was the same when he fucked Lisa; slow, slow strokes up her pussy. She moaned so prettily, I had to kiss her, smother her moans in my mouth. What was funny to me was, for some reason, I felt more loving and loved now while he slid his cock into my best friend's dripping cunt than I could ever remember. The feelings of warmth and tenderness from and towards both of them near broke my heart. It's not as if I didn't love Master before. I'd married him and been happy for the last ten years. Perhaps it was the baby hormones igniting the fires smoldering inside me now, preparing me to accept a new life which I would need to love and protect for the next eighteen years. I held him so fiercely when I was falling asleep, it was a wonder he could breathe.

******

Monday and Master had to work. It was odd not going to gym class this morning. We worked on the bed frame all day instead. Another coat of varnish was all we needed to add and it would be done. Lisa and I ate a larger noon meal and light before going to class. Neither of us wanted to do kickboxing on a full stomach. Master was home before we had to leave, so we took turns sucking his cock until I received his reward, then gave him his food.

We waited outside the gym so Janet would see us when she arrived. We were pleased to see Reneé with her too.

"Reneé, how lovely to see you. Your Master is going to let you exercise with us?"

"He was reluctant," Reneé said, "because he likes to fuck as soon as I get home, until I reminded him how sexy you both were and it's hard work to remain so trim. He decided to let me try it for a week to see how it works out for us."

"I can't believe you let 'your Master', dictate what you can do," Janet said. "It sounds medieval to me."

"Perhaps it is a little," Reneé said, "but I'm happier than I've ever been. If I'm happy, what difference does it make."

"Last night, as I was watching Master's cock sliding in and out of Lisa's cunt, I was thinking to myself I've never felt so loved in my life."

"He was fucking Lisa," Janet said, "why would you feel loved?"

"I know, right? But at that moment, as I felt her gasps of pleasure captured in my mouth, I felt not only loved, but so loving, like everything in the world was conspiring towards my happiness. It was the most amazing feeling. I swear I almost climaxed from the feelings alone."

Lisa kissed me. "You didn't tell me. Thank you, my love."

"Well, we're both members," I said, "so we can each have a guest for the first six visits, so it won't cost anything to experiment. We usually shoot for some cardio followed by weights on Monday, Wednesday, Friday at the gym. What we normally do is kickboxing followed by using weights to work our arms and shoulders, and chests on Monday. On Wednesday, we do Zumba followed by weight work for our legs. Fridays is spin class followed by working on our abs and backs. Tuesday and Thursdays we do yoga for strength and flexibility, followed by swimming for endurance and cardio. Obviously, there's some mixture there. We're willing to alter our routines slightly if there's something specific you'd like to work at, but we've done this for years and it seems to work out well for us."

"All of it sounds good to me," Reneé said. "I've never really done much exercising before other than gym class in high school."

"Ah, the benefits of youth," Lisa laughed. "Not having to work to keep what you have. Not like us old timers."

"You look great, both of you, so whatever you're doing seems to work. I'm willing to do whatever," Janet said. "I mostly just want to lose the pounds I put on as my relationship started to deteriorate."

"Won't be much body fat on you if you continue with us. You'll not only lose weight but take on some nice toning as well," Lisa laughed. "When you start fucking again, your lover will appreciate the tightness of your twat."

They laughed.

After we got them into our exercise facility, we showed them the heavy bags we used working on kicking. I took Janet under my wing and Lisa took Reneé. We showed them the proper way to kick, side kicks, sweeps, roundhouse. Made sure they were doing it properly, then smack, smack, smack, the sounds of feet and ankles smacking against heavy vinyl bags. They each had to rest every few minutes, being unused to the exercise, and we sometimes paused if we noticed something awry with their form or execution. We did the bags for an hour, then went to the weight room.