My Descent Into Slavery Ch 22

In this chapter, Beth introduces Inez to the Prime Minister of The Bahamas, plus discovers two other submissives in the surveys the Prime Minister has done. They're taken back to the ship for slave training, and eventually given to the PM as well. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, group, and public sex and masturbation, Dominant/submissive relationships, including punishment by spanking and whipping. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his help editing my work. Once again, the character of PM Minnick is fictional and not a real person and should in no way reflect on the real Prime Minister of The Bahamas.

My Descent into Slavery, Ch 22

Three for One

I woke up with Sahar eating my pussy. "Mmm, don't stop, love. That feels wonderful."

We had to leave for The Bahamas in an hour, so didn't have long to play, but fifteen minutes more would feel wonderful. She gave me every second of it. Then it was a quick shower and get in some slutty clothes with something more modest covering it. I had an idea for later. I'd packed everything before I went to sleep, so I was ready to go. I even had fifteen minutes to scarf down some food.

Sahar and I were waiting with Leo when the Captain led Inez to the copter nude, and on a leash. Björn handed me her laundered clothes.

"She may put these on when you're fifteen minutes from touching down. Sahar may remove her collar then."

"How was the delightful slut, sir?" I asked.

"She's a natural slave," Björn said, "extremely eager to please. She reminds me of you."

"If she gets cold on the flight, sir?" I asked.

"She can wrap herself in a blanket, but she stays nude underneath it until she's to meet her new potential Master."

"Very well, Master Björn. The slut informed me she was sorry you couldn't remain as her Master. She enjoyed serving you very much."

Björn laughed. "I enjoyed being served."

Helicopters are always relatively noisy beasts, but Master's wasn't open, so you could have a conversation if you didn't mind raising your voice.

As soon as we were in the air, I asked Inez how the rest of her training had gone.

"He put this nasty device called a Slave Trainer on me for several hours last night. It was horrible."

"I'm familiar with the device. I told you that orgasm denial would be one of the worst punishments you might undergo as a slave. What did you do to earn that punishment?"

"I climaxed too much when I was being fucked. He told me I wasn't even trying to resist cumming. I just asked for permission, then climaxed anyway."

"Was he right? Did you try to resist?"

"No," Inez admitted.

"Although it's often intended for a slave to cum despite orders not to, so the Master has some minor excuse to punish you, you are supposed to try to resist. In the long run, holding out as long as you can often makes your orgasms better and more powerful.

"You know this yourself. It's what I train you to do to properly pleasure a man or woman. You make them wait for their orgasm, bringing them to higher plateaus of pleasure before allowing them to release. A Master is doing the same thing to you when they don't give you permission to cum. They're making you defer your pleasure until you positively explode. If they enjoy it when you do it to them, you'll enjoy it when they do it to you, even though you have to do all the work of resisting, instead of having some slave put it off for you. I'll bet the orgasms you had when you came off the Slave Trainer rocked your world, didn't they?"

"Yes, you're right. But it feels so good when I cum."

"And it will feel even better if you have to suffer a little for it."

"What's the longest you ever had to wear one?"

"Twenty-seven total hours, although I had a six hour break in there to take care of the Employee of the Month. Plus, even after coming off of it, I still wasn't allowed to cum, but at least, I wasn't being stimulated and not allowed to cum."

"What did you do to fuck up?" Inez asked.

"I went to a legal male brothel with Master's permission, paid a professional prostitute to fuck me, and climaxed twenty-seven times without previously getting Master's permission to cum. Twenty-seven orgasms, twenty-seven hours on the Slave Trainer."

"I was on it for like two hours. I can't imagine twenty-seven. I'd die."

"You don't die, you just feel like you want to. Listen, we need to talk about protocol when meeting the Prime Minister. You may address him as Prime Minister Minnick, or Your Excellency. It's good to toss a few sirs in there for good measure. Don't sit down or relax unless he tells you to. You don't have to stand at attention, but don't become overly familiar without an invitation. Even if you become his submissive, he'll need to hide aspects of it around others, so don't be kneeling or displaying, or removing your clothes without his say so.

"I don't know if other people will be in the room with us when he checks you out. He's got a bodyguard, like Bahamian Secret Service, I've seen him twice, with the Prime Minister, so he may be there. I'd expect that he'll be one of the other people you end up fucking. At least he's fucked me a few times."

"Why did your Master let you fuck the Prime Minister?"

"Master owns an island in The Bahamas. The Prime Minister let him open up a paramilitary training camp on the island where people could train to rescue me. Doing so was probably a violation of Bahamian Law, but Master had given the Prime Minister a hundred million dollars in hurricane relief, so he was inclined to be more generous than he needed to be."

"Who is your Master anyway?" Inez asked.

"Like the Prime Minister, this information needs to remain secret, for much the same reason. My Master is Joshua Greenbriar."

"The billionaire married to the Congresswoman?"

"She's my sister slave. He has a total of four."

"The Congresswoman is like us?"

"Just like us, a nasty slave slut who loves to be fucked," I laughed, "and just as tasty a twat as you are."

"Oh, fuck!"

"You've joined my world now, Inez."

"I wonder if Miranda has started losing her baby fat," Sahar said, "or if I'll need to put her on a training program?"

"Master had her using a personal trainer even when he wasn't with her all the time, to satisfy her sexual needs, even as he kept her slave body fuckable. I'm sure she's working out to regain her pre-baby figure."

"What do you think about your wife being a sex slave?" Inez asked.

"If she hadn't come on this trip with her Master to study submission, most of us wouldn't have been freed. I think Fatima was the only one of the slaves they knew was a slave. Others they discovered as she visited BDSM clubs to give people her survey. I know of at least three slaves found that way. If she hadn't been who she was, I might have been dead, or at least closed off to love. I might never have discovered I'm capable of loving anyone again, let alone a woman. She helped the other freed slaves enjoy sex again. I discovered I could love and enjoy sex with my own gender, plus a man if she was with me. I'm still ex-slave enough to like sex with more than one person. She allows me to do that, while still providing an anchor I cling to.

"Joshua is a good man, one of the best I've ever met. He knew and loved Beth before I did. He could have prevented me from marrying her, from loving her. He was in control of her sex. He could have kept her for himself, prohibited her from seeing me. It was within his rights as her Master. If he was generous enough to share her with me and all of the others she's helped, can I do less? It's not as if I don't enjoy having sex with the people she has sex with. I had sex with you because of her. Beth having sex with other people, doesn't decrease the love she feels for me or I for her. It's just a fact of life, like sunrises and sunsets."

I squeezed Sahar's hand and she smiled at me.

"You've got one of the most amazing relationships I've ever seen; so much love but no jealousy."

"I'm not sure I was born with the jealousy gene," I said. "At least, once I realized I was submissive, it hasn't affected me. I suppose being given to others to satisfy my slave cravings, made me realize that jealousy would only stand in the way of my submission."

I checked my watch. "You can put on your clothes now, slave."

"Why did Björn tell Sahar to take off my collar, and not you?" Inez asked as she put on her crisp, white uniform shirt.

"Slaves shouldn't get used to idea of removing collars unless they're giving up their slavery," I said. "Theoretically, only your Master should remove it, if you're not giving up slavery entirely, but you'll be between Masters for the moment. Someone has to do it, but I shouldn't."

"Is there a lot of slave protocols I know nothing about?"

"Most of the protocols you develop will be with your own Master. I'm not sure there are universal protocols regarding D/s relations. When I was one of the ten finalists chosen by Master for this trip, I'd been prepared to display on command as you do, hands behind your neck or back, shoulders back to thrust your tits out, legs spread, opening your pussy for the viewing pleasure and touches of your Master. When the command was given to the finalists, one woman bent over spread legged, and pulled her ass cheeks apart. It's not universal at all. Your Master will let you know what he wants and expects, and you should negotiate what power you're willing to give to your Master."

"I guess so."

Leo touched down in Nassau and a government vehicle was waiting for us. Leo remained there to supervise refueling. The car took us to the government complex. I grabbed my knapsack and the driver led us to the Prime Minister's office where his secretary notified PM Minnick we were there. She was a Junoesque black woman in her late thirties.

"Please send them in and I don't want to be disturbed for an hour," his voice said over the intercom. "They're representatives of Joshua Greenbriar."

She looked at the three of us women, one in a uniform of sorts, the other two well dressed, but not in business attire.

"Yes, your Excellency."

She disconnected and opened up the door to his office ushering us in. He stood up as we came in.

"Beth, Sahar, it's so good to see you again. How is Mr. Greenbriar?"

"Just fine, Prime Minister Minnick. I understand you wanted to interview our friend, Inez Hernandez for a vacant position?" I said, while the secretary was still standing at the door. "Plus, you have some survey results for me?"

"Yes, I do. Thank you, Mary."

He waited until the door was closed, then came around his desk and approached Inez.

"Exquisite," he said. "A truly beautiful young woman."

"Your Excellency, I'm pleased to meet you, sir," Inez said.

"You believe yourself to be a sex slave and wish to become my submissive?"

Inez glanced at me. "Yes, sir. I've greatly enjoyed what I've experienced thus far and I'd at least like to explore the possibilities." She looked back at him. "You're very handsome, sir. Is it permitted for me to remove your clothes?"

"If I may first remove yours?"

"Before you begin that process, your Excellency. If you could give me your iPad, I'll start entering the results in my database," I said.

"Of course." He got it from the top of his desk. "Twenty women and 10 men have taken it thus far. The women have been identified by age range and date they've taken it. Here's the list." It was kept with the iPad.

Sahar and I sat down and I hooked the iPad to my laptop and began entering everything into my database. Prime Minister Minnick began unbuttoning Inez's blouse, pleased to find her D cup breasts spill out of it.

"Lovely," he murmured, "simply lovely."

The Prime Minister began working the zipper on her skirt, and as soon as it slid down her legs, her bare pussy was revealed. He touched her furry thatch and found she was already wet. She moaned softly.

"Were you playing with yourself?" PM Minnick asked.

"No, your Excellency. I've discovered I'm always wet since I began my sex slave testing."

He tasted her juices. "Delicious, absolutely delicious."

"Thank you, sir."

Since Inez was naked, she began undressing her prospective Master, quickly discovering his nice prick was already thickening and half hard.

"You're right, Beth," she said. "This is a fine cock. May I suck you, sir?"

He nodded and Inez dropped to her knees and began my patent pending, all rights reserved, seduction, after having him sit down. Her mouth descended over his cock after exploring his triggers.

Out of the twenty women tested thus far, two were submissive, one at about Inez's level, a second even more submissive. I checked the ages and dates of their tests against their names on the list, and put check marks next to them. The really submissive one was in her late thirties, the other in her twenties, a nice mixture, but both younger than the PM. The sounds of sucking and soft moans, background music to my work. Goodness, unless I was mistaken about the name he'd just spoken to his secretary, Mary was dying to be a slave bitch. The younger one was named Justine.

By the time I finished, Inez was voraciously sucking down a full load from Prime Minister Minnick's balls, his hips driving up into her mouth.

"Oh, God! This mouth is heavenly," he gasped, pumping his semen down her throat.

She smiled up at him, then licked her lips and swallowed. After sucking his cock clean, Inez asked if she could dress him again. When he agreed, she helped him dress, though she stayed naked and on her knees until PM Minnick told her to get dressed.

"Did you find my oral skills adequate, your Excellency?"

"Much more than adequate. I've only had two better, and I suspect the best trained both of you."

"I suspect you're right, sir. Beth is an excellent teacher. Perhaps we could discuss what kinds of things you're looking for in a sex slave, and whether you'd want my services full or part time? I admit that I'm not interested in giving up US citizenship, but as long as I make regular trips back to Miami, being full time shouldn't be an issue."

"Before you discuss your future with Inez, sir, you do have two more women who test out as submissive, Mary and Justine."

"Mary, my PA?"

"From this list, I believe yes, sir. Mary is the most submissive of the two."

"Oh, your Excellency," Inez said, "Mary looked yummy. I've discovered as a result of my adventures with Beth, how nice it is to make love to a woman. If you wanted to make both of us your slave sluts, I wouldn't mind at all."

"You're looking better and better to me, Inez."

"Sahar mentioned when last we spoke, sir, that leading a slave around on a leash, is a good way to smoke out and stoke the fires of potential submissives, your Excellency," I said. "I believe she's right, sir, and I came prepared."

I removed my top clothing layer, revealing some sluttier, though still passable clothing, without a bra. My blouse was opaque, but slinky, revealing my prominent nipples and hinted at the piercings.

"I'm going to suggest that we claim that Sahar is my Mistress, and that I displeased her, and as punishment, she wanted me on a leash, then have Mary take Sahar and me around your office, with Mary holding my leash, making sure that we go to every office on the rounds, and certainly, whichever office where Justine works."

"Make it so."

I discussed more complete details, which left him with a smile on his face. I had Sahar remove Master's sigil medallion from my pussy, leaving only hers. I took out the leash I'd brought and Sahar attached it to my collar. Prime Minister Minnick called Mary into his office. She quickly noted the change in my attire, and the leash in Sahar's hand.

"Sir?" Mary asked questioningly.

"Beth Wilson is in a state of voluntary submission to her wife, Sahar. Beth was displeasing to her. Sahar is requesting that you bring her to each of the offices where people are working to humiliate her as part of her punishment. Sahar will come along so she can observe. I have some employment negotiations to make with Inez."

"Yes, sir." Sahar handed her the leash. "Why don't you hold the leash?" Mary asked.

"It's more arousing and humiliating to her if someone she doesn't know leads her around;" Sahar said, "a complete stranger. Her pussy is probably already dripping."

Mary looked at me. "It's true, Miss. Being led around on a leash is very arousing to me," I said. "If I were wearing panties, they'd be soaked now."

"You're not wearing underwear?" Mary asked.

"My Mistress wants easy access to my genitals, Miss. If you wish, I'm to reward you for handling my leash."

"Rewarded how?"

"Anything of a sexual nature, Miss. I'm a sex slave, although if you're so inclined, you can also spank my bare bottom. Whatever you're willing to do."

"I couldn't do anything like that!" Mary exclaimed.

"That's unfortunate," Sahar said. "She's the best cunt licker I've ever met."

Mary blushed deeper at our outlandish language, hard to see on her dark skin. She was tall, 5-9 or 5-10, very dark, statuesque, pretty. I hoped she would let me lick her pussy.

"If it please you, Miss Mary, if anyone has questions for me because I'm on a leash, we need to stop so I can answer their questions. Answering their questions is part of my punishment."

"Why are you being punished?"

"For orgasming without permission?"

"In the Prime Minister's office!"

"No, Miss, on the helicopter on our way. My Mistress was making be masturbate for the pilot, but she told me not to climax. It was so arousing, I couldn't help myself."

"You made her masturbate in front of the pilot?" Mary asked Sahar.

"It was safer than making her give him a blow job. He was flying after all," Sahar said. "I'd make her masturbate for you, but I imagine she might get into trouble masturbating in a government office."

We started going through the various and sundry offices, with Mary leading me on a leash, and the fact that it was Mary, the Prime Minister's personal assistant, had a lot of people asking questions. Most of them started asking her, but she referred them to me and I ended up answering many of them. Each time someone asked a question, I'd ask their name. I wanted to find out who Justine was, without making it obvious. To cover up my interest, I'd address them as Miss Whoever after they informed me of their name.

Finally, I hit pay dirt.

"Why are you on a leash?" a young woman about Inez's age asked. She looked mixed race, a milk chocolate compared to Mary's dark cocoa.

"May I know your name, Miss?" I asked.

"Justine."

"Miss Justine, I'm on a leash because I'm a voluntary sex slave to my wife, and as punishment for cumming without her permission, she wished me led around the office to embarrass and arouse me."

"Are you embarrassed and aroused?"

I lifted my dress in front of her, exposing my pussy tattoo and vaginal piercings, ran my fingers through my moist slit, and showed her the evidence of my arousal, then dropping my dress. I licked my fingers. I saw the looks of shock on Mary and Justine's faces, as well as two men who were working in that office.

"Very aroused, Miss Justine, not that embarrassed. My Mistress keeps me naked most of the time. I'm frequently made to masturbate, or even have sex with others in public, but you're all strangers to me, so it's a little more uncomfortable than usual."

Having seen a quick glimpse of my markings, Justine wanted to see more.

"What was that on your pussy?" Justine asked.

The men drew closer.

I lifted my dress again. "These are the markings of my Dominant, Miss Justine. I have a tattoo showing I'm in bondage, and piercings with my wife's emblem on it. She is the flower that is unchained. One of the piercings is in my clitoral hood, so it rubs against my clitoris all the time, keeping me more aroused for my Mistress. It's attached to a chain which goes to piercings in my nipples as well." I dropped the hem after holding it up for half a minute.