My Descent Into Slavery

In this chapter, Beth and Sahar host her parents for a short visit. Their limousine driver turns out to be submissive after Beth tests her. Beth considers her for PM Minnick and she serves as Björn's submissive for a couple days to check out the prospect of voluntary sex slavery. This chapter contains, oral, anal, group, multiple partner and interracial sex. It contains bondage and discipline. My thanks to my editor, JohnnyGalt, for the fast turn around he did on this.

I live in SW Florida near Fort Myers and Hurricane Ian did a number on us. While I didn't have any major damage, I lost power for three days, cell service for two and my internet connection for four. Additionally, I lost 15,000 words of this chapter and had to rewrite everything. I'm not sure of the reason for that, unless it's too big. I've got the equivalent of four books in a one file. It's definitely put me behind in my writing, and kept my editor from getting this until Sunday. He turned it around in one day.

My Descent into Slavery, Ch 21

Sahar's Parents

Our limo driver was waiting for us as Hannah said she would be, when we disembarked from the ship. Her name tag said Inez, and she looked like a hot Hispanic beauty.

Sahar turned to me and whispered, "I want to fuck her."

Okay, I did too. "We don't even know if she does girls. Maybe she's married or engaged and can't fuck around like we can."

"She's not wearing anything on her ring finger."

"True, but not everyone does."

"You're the sex expert, I'm sure you can figure it out."

"First we go shopping, then I'll figure it out."

"Fine."

I told Inez we needed to go shopping first and to pick a good mall with an Apple store.

"You don't have to wait in the car," I said. "Feel free to come inside with us and I'll buy you lunch."

"Thank you."

Inez took us to the Bal Harbour Mall, which she said was close to our hotel. We had lunch first, since it was meal time. Sahar and I had to buy some clothes Sahar's parents would not condemn us for right off the bat. Something reasonably modest, if not covering us like a normal Muslim. Since it was Labor Day weekend, I'm sure most of the attire they'd be exposed to would shock them anyway. I didn't want to add to their discomfort. Some normal underwear, clothes loose enough, our shapes weren't immediately apparent. Sahar mostly wore pants. Dresses and skirts didn't fit her current lifestyle, but they were baggy enough, you couldn't see how strong and shapely her legs were; legs I liked to embed my face between. I bought longer, less revealing dresses and skirts.

I bought each of her parents an iPad and ear buds, so I could converse without using Sahar to translate everything. I also purchased a nice silk scarf for her mother, and a watch for her father, a good Seiko. We had them gift wrapped at the stores.

Once in the limousine again, I rapped on the window separating us from the driver and Inez lowered the window.

"What can I do for you, Mrs. Wilson-Hafeez?"

"My wife and I were wondering if you'd like to dine with us this evening. Does your company frown on you fraternizing with your customers?"

"As long as I'm essentially doing what the customer wants, and not coming on to them, they're okay."

"So it wouldn't be a problem if you went out with us this evening?"

"Not at all."

"We're unfamiliar with Miami, and price is no object. Where would you like to eat."

"I've always thought it would be nice to dine at a Michelin rated restaurant, but could never afford one."

"Do you think we can get in without a reservation this late in the day?"

"I don't know."

"Pull over and I'll make some calls, since we don't know where we're headed yet."

Inez pulled over and I looked up the Michelin rated restaurants and started calling, finally finding one called Mandolin Aegean Bistro, where I could get reservations at six for three people. It was 4:30 now.

"Can we get to 4312 NE 2nd Avenue by six."

"Not a problem, that's fairly close. It's back on the mainland, but right over the causeway. Can I get in wearing my uniform? Do they have any clothing restrictions?"

"I didn't see any. You can borrow one of the things we purchased if it would make you more comfortable. You're bustier than both of us, but we purchased them loose so they wouldn't show too much. Her parents are Muslim, and the clothes in Miami will shock hell out of them."

"That would be nice, thank you."

"Why don't we stop at our hotel, check in and you can change there."

"I should probably leave my uniform on until we get to the restaurant, since I'm driving you there. The back windows are tinted, so I can change back there."

That wouldn't upset my plans any. We stopped at the hotel anyway, since it was on the way, checked in and got our room keys.

"Do you have a husband and kids?" I asked.

"No husband, no kids. I have a boyfriend who I hoped would be asking soon. I'm ready to get married, but he's more hesitant."

"Cold feet, afraid of commitment, thinks he'll be missing out on something better if he gets married?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. We haven't discussed it."

"Well, I for one, don't think he could find anything better. You're gorgeous."

"Thank you." She blushed.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Sahar asked, getting impatient.

"Never."

"Have you ever thought of it?" Sahar asked.

"A couple times. I would totally do Jessica Alba, but aren't you two married, like to each other?"

"We have an open relationship, although we more like to share, then have sex with others by ourselves," I replied. "Both of us thought you looked good enough to eat. If you're totally into your boyfriend, we get it, and neither one of us is Jessica Alba, so there's that, but if you're interested, so are we. We'd like to spend the night with you, if you don't think your boyfriend would care."

"I guarantee you'll have your best orgasm ever if you join us," Sahar said, "but if you had to invite your boyfriend, because you felt guilty for fucking us, Beth would have to fuck him, because I'm not interested, and he'd be the lucky fucker who got to experience her oral skills."

"I often have to work late because I have to take people out clubbing. He wouldn't be totally shocked if I was out extremely late."

"You could tell him you slept in the spare bedroom of our suite because you were so tired we didn't think you should drive," I said. "Are you sure this won't cause you problems?"

"He's had his chance to ask me to marry him. If I were to get with another guy, I guess I'd feel guiltier, but not so much with you two."

"That's cool," Sahar said. "I've got a serious case of the hots for you. After supper, we're going to rock your world."

"I'm kind of excited. I've never done anything like this before," Inez said.

"We're the ones to do it with if you if you're going to try a girl. No one is better at it than Beth."

"What makes her so good?"

"When Beth has sex with you, you have her entire attention. It's like you're the only person who exists. You'll fall in love with the way she makes you feel."

"Doesn't really answer the question of why she's so good."

"Well, she's a sex slave, and she has a lot of sex, and she's learned how to do it really well."

"A sex slave?"

"Voluntary," I said. "I'm in submission to a Dominant."

"What's that like then, being a sex slave?"

"For me, wonderful."

"Is Sahar your Mistress?"

"No, I have a Master."

"How's that work for the two of you; you and Sahar?"

"Well, she saved me for my Master, which allowed me to continue as his submissive. He gives Sahar a lot of latitude as my wife. She's the only one I don't need permission to have sex with. I can give her all the orgasms she wants. Master gave her the ability to give me permission to have sex with others. I get nauseous if I think about sex with anyone except my Master or Sahar, so she has to give me permission to have sex with them and then I don't feel sick anymore."

"Why would you feel sick?"

"Hypnotic conditioning."

She didn't ask any more questions, though she appeared to have them, so I didn't go into any details. When we got the Mandolin Aegean Bistro, Inez got in the back with us and put on one of the dresses we'd purchased. She had to strip down to put it on, and we both complimented her again on her appearance, both of us kissing her a couple times. The underwear she had on was utilitarian and didn't go well with the dress, so we convinced her to leave her bra off. Either one of us would have been happy to nibble on her nipples, but we resisted the temptation.

The food was everything it was cracked up to be. We were happy to share our food with each other so we got to taste as many dishes as we could.

Sahar and I shared a Greek village salad, and for an appetizer, I had the mussels with white wine, garlic, lemon and oregano, while Sahar got the roasted beets with tahini yogurt, sesame seeds and mint. Inez had the arugula salad with dates, pistachios, feta, and a pomegranate vinaigrette with grilled prawns for her appetizer.

For our entrees, Sahar had the chicken kebabs, Inez the beef souvlaki, and I had the lamb chops. We were too stuffed to have dessert, so Inez took us to the hotel.

I undressed her, searching for her triggers. I had a pretty good grasp of them before she was naked. I took off my clothes and she saw Master's markings. She played with them a little, and saw how quickly I became aroused when she did.

We took her to bed and the only reason the whole hotel didn't hear Inez scream was Sahar's mouth absorbing most of the noise. After I'd had my turn, Sahar took hers. May I say that Inez was a very juicy and delicious girl, although she didn't squirt.

After Sahar's turn, Inez was pretty wrung out, but she was nice enough to ask if we wanted her to try pleasuring us.

"I won't be as good as you, but I'll do my best."

"It's not necessary. It's a big ask for you to do something totally new the first time you do it. You're likely tired now, and if you still want to give it a go in the morning, we'll be happy to show you what to do."

"Talk about unselfish lovers," Inez said.

"The nice thing about three in bed, is the other two can take care of each other," I replied.

Sahar and I got into a sixty-nine and were doing quite well, thank you, when Inez asked if she could try. I let her join Sahar. She finally got to taste what a good pussy tasted like. Turned out she liked the flavor enough to want to keep going until well past one AM.

Finally, she collapsed back on the bed. "I kind of doubted that I was going to have the best sex of my life, because I really like dick, but heavens, that was fun. Can we do this some more?"

"Sahar's family is a very traditional Muslim family. Marrying a woman is already a pretty big sin. Having multiple partners would up the ante. We'd like to keep what we did a secret from them, but they leave on Monday. We're supposed to leave on Monday as well, but I can see if we can delay our departure one more night."

"Please, I'd love to spend another night like tonight."

"We'll see what we can do."

We all slept pretty hard that night considering how hard we'd fucked. I made sure Sahar slept in the middle, so no matter what direction she'd face, she'd find a soft female waiting for her.

******

We were all dragging a little when we got up the next morning, but still got up with enough time for a repetition of last night. We got ready to go to the airport, Sahar printing up a sign in Arabic for her parents. There was a good chance they wouldn't recognize her the same way Kadina's hadn't recognized her. Five years had passed and Sahar had toughened up her body significantly, changed her clothes and her hairstyle, as short hair now suited her utilitarian lifestyle.

We planned on eating after picking them up, so skipped breakfast. On the way to the airport, Sahar drilled me to say 'May God's blessings be upon you', in Arabic. Due to the general Muslim viewpoint that touching others was never a good thing, and especially involving a man with a woman not of his household, she counseled me to give a slight bow when meeting her parents, with my hands held together, palms touching, almost like I was praying. In my case, it might even be worse, since I was probably living in sin with their daughter. Marriage with other women didn't really cut it.

There we were, waiting when they went through customs. As expected, they didn't really recognize Sahar until they got close, coming towards the sign instead. When they did, Sahar's mother hugged her, then looked at her face, as if she wasn't sure who she was.

"Walslaa walslam alikam warhama alleh waberkateh," I said, doing my bow as they approached.

Sahar's father immediately responded in Arabic, and of course, I didn't understand a word.

Sahar responded quickly in kind.

"He asked if you were Beth, and I told him you were and you didn't speak Arabic except that which I just taught you. Beth, this is my father, Ahmed, and my mother, Zainab."

I did my half bow thing again without the Arabic, which I likely butchered anyway. Both of them were inspecting me like some oddity they'd never seen before. Sahar took my hand and introduced me to her parents, which I recognized due to my name being spoken.

Pulling out my iPhone so I could start communicating without Sahar's help, I welcomed them to the United States. They thought it was amazing when Arabic came out of the phone's speakers when I spoke to them. They weren't staying that long, so they only had one carry on for each of them, which I took for them.

They were impressed when they saw the limousine outside waiting for them, wondering if I was wealthy.

"Sahar has more real money of her own than I have," I responded. "A benefactor is providing this car while you're visiting. Neither one of us is paying."

"How does Sahar come by this money?" Ahmed asked, I imagine wondering if his daughter was a whore. After all, most women from poor families didn't have money.

"The money confiscated from the human traffickers who enslaved her is being used to help reimburse the slaves for their enslavement. Since Sahar was enslaved for just over four years, she received five hundred thousand US dollars, plus she has been earning a salary as my bodyguard."

"A bodyguard?" Ahmed asked.

"Sahar is my guardian, as her name suggests. She is one of the most deadly people you're ever likely to meet. She has killed over thirty people, including the man who first owned her."

They looked at their daughter again, not just the woman they had raised, but a killer. Her mother covered her mouth. Changes unlooked for.

We went through a drive through for salads, relatively safe food for all of us, and took them to the hotel. When we arrived, I told them that Inez would pick us up again for supper and the four of us went to our suite. I'm sure Inez went to change clothes, since she had yesterday's on again.

I gave them the iPads and ear buds, and the other things I'd gotten them as gifts and Sahar explained how to use them. After we ate, there began a question and answer session explaining how we met. We continued the fiction of the Rio gangs killing Sahar's owner and leaving five slaves, including Sahar, on the side of the road where they were found. Her joining the ship, learning English so she could communicate, learning to defend herself and eventually coming to my rescue when I was captured by slavers. Neither one of us discussing any of the things that happened to us as slaves.

"I was about to be branded so I could be sold, when I was rescued, along with two of my friends. Because Sahar was so good as a protector, she was hired as a bodyguard since she could go with me anywhere. She's been my constant companion ever since."

"Is that why you got married?" Zainab asked.

"When I was first freed, I never wanted to have sex again. I planned to kill myself when I could take revenge for my captivity. None of the freed slaves wanted to have sex with men again, but they eventually started having sex with other women, despite it being haram, because they could not imagine a life where they would be shunned as whores because they were now impure, and two with child," Sahar said. "When they learned they could enjoy sex with a woman, I would hear their cries of pleasure, and eventually decided to try it myself. The first person I had sex with was Beth, before she was captured. She gave me back my life, the pleasure of loving someone, taught me to love myself again, and I grew to love her. After she was rescued, she asked me to become her wife. I didn't expect that she could return my love, and I gratefully accepted her offer. After having surgery to repair the scars on her back left by her captors, we were married in the State of Hawaii at the beginning of July."

"How does one have sex with another woman?" Zainab asked.

"There are three primary ways," Sahar said. "To lick each other, to rub our genitals together, and to use toys which mimic the male sex organ."

"If you want to mimic a male organ, why not have sex with one?"

"Primarily because it's attached to a man," Sahar said, "although I've had sex with men since I was freed, I feel nothing for them, no emotional attachment at all. I'm not going to marry someone I can never love, just to have sex with a male organ."

For the rest of the afternoon, I talked to them about my early life, losing my parents fairly young, being raised by an aunt, going to college and studying psychology. They told me a lot about Sahar when she was young, things that we'd never discussed. I showed them some of the art that she'd done which I'd taken photos of on my phone, leaving out the nudes.

At one point, Zainab got up to look down at the pool. "There's a woman down there without a top on!" she exclaimed.

"It's a holiday weekend, considered by tradition to be the last days of summer, and there are cookouts and parties and other things going on. Miami is fairly cosmopolitan and it's not uncommon for women at beaches and pools to be topless," I said. "It's like wearing a red dress one day, and blue the next. Just another way to dress."

"Aren't they afraid of being raped?" Zainab asked.

"Being naked, or partly so, is not an invitation for sex," I said. "How someone chooses to dress should not mean you're a target for someone's lust. If anyone tried to touch me just because I didn't have a top on, it would be criminal assault, and they could be arrested, if Sahar didn't kill them first."

"Still, you arouse men when you go around dressed like that," Ahmed said. "It's an invitation."

"Father, I was properly dressed when I was taken," Sahar said. "I was not flaunting myself. I was veiled. Evil men will do what they want, regardless of how you're dressed. Good men will do good, regardless of how you're dressed. If men have so little control over themselves, perhaps it's they who should be locked up in the house, not the women. You never hear of women raping men because they're walking around indecently. It should have nothing to do with the clothes you wear."

When it was time for supper, we thought someplace that served Mediterranean food would be something they'd be more familiar with, so we picked out a place called Santorini by Giorgios, which served Greek and Middle Eastern food which was right on Miami Beach, so not far.

Inez came to pick us up, her uniform clean and pressed. She smiled. I told her our guests had iPads which allowed them to know what we were saying.

"Right. Watch my tongue."

It wasn't far to the restaurant and we invited Inez to eat with us again.

Sahar helped them decipher the food choices and steered them away from anything which might contain pork. Our waitress took our orders, a Cubano Salad shared with Sahar, a Beet Root Salad with mushrooms for Ahmed, Greek salad for Zainab, and Fruta di Mare salad for Inez, with shrimp, octopus ceviche, grilled blackened salmon over spinach, chopped tomatoes, onions and capers.