Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 04)

"I've never fed a baby before, Domina."    

"Nothing to it. Hold a spoon up to the mouth as long as they keep taking it. Stop when they seem to refuse any more of anything."    

She took the spoon and started feeding Lucas.    

"You've had very little contact with Shasta, so I don't know why you dislike her so. The night you came while Sarah and Ron were here, I didn't think you were trying to reward Ron for apologizing to you," I said. "It felt like you were trying to make Sean do something he hated as a way of getting back at Shasta for some unknown reason. And if you'd been a man, I suspect the way you fucked Shasta's ass would have really hurt her. I never felt you wanted to hurt me, being indifferent to me yourself, but it seemed you wanted to hurt her. What made it worse, is she'd just started to have sex again after years of doing without. You seemed to be wanting to rape her all over again."    

"I think I did, Domina," she said, guiltily.    

"Why?" I asked.    

"I don't know, Domina. Perhaps it's the way all the slaves defer to her. The way Scott and the other men respect her in a way they don't me. Because she has a toughness I don't have. If I'd gone through what she'd gone through, I would have killed myself. It just made her stronger."    

"That's remarkably perceptive, Whore."    

"Yes, Domina, though self realization has never been my strong suit."    

We were both silent for some time as she fed Lucas. He started rejecting most of the food she tried to feed him.    

"I think he's done," I said, "and looks like he's ready to sleep. Give him to me and I'll change his diaper and put him down."    

She handed Lucas to me, but followed me into the nursery, watching what I did.    

"I think it's the money, Domina" she said, out of the blue.    

"What's the money?"    

"The reason I don't interact well with people, Domina. Even Ed and Rob. I mean, they have jobs, but I'm essentially supporting them by having them live with me. I don't particularly respect them and don't think I even treat them particularly good. I look to them for sex and companionship, but not much else. I don't know how Master does it. He's got way more money than me, but he's friendly with everyone."    

"Because money doesn't matter to him, Whore."    

"How can money not matter to him, Domina? He has more than God."    

"He likes what money can do for him, enjoys having it, but it's not how he judges people. Have you ever seen him treat anyone with less than kindness and respect? Except the asshole who tried to video us last night, I've never heard him raise his voice or treat anyone with contempt. No matter who they are, from child to pauper, he acts and listens as if they were important. Look at the people he's spending time with. Brianna has money, and the rest of us are not hurting for it, but Shasta didn't have five hundred dollars to her name until he gave her the house. She was struggling as a single parent supporting a mother and a child. He was helping her because she needed help. He became her friend because he appreciates her as a person.    

"He values people for their character, not their wealth. He doesn't care if you have money. He worried about Evelyn being sold to you, unsure of how you'd treat her, which is why he helped Master win his hand. Even if you didn't exactly mistreat her, he wanted her to be treasured. Knowing how Shasta was treated by you, he couldn't let you have Evelyn. His friendships will always be based upon whether or not he respects you as a person, not how much shit you have. If you act superior towards people because you have money, he's probably not interested in you as a person.    

"You remember what he was making you repeat as he gave you your spanking yesterday? Be kind. Have compassion. Treat people as if they matter. He was giving you his mantra. It's how he treats people. I think he was trying to pound a little of that into you."    

Whore was silent. She followed me back to the hot tub, getting in with us.    

After we'd all been sitting quietly for ten minutes, resting with our eyes closed, Whore said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."    

"Guidance about what, Whore?"    

"Everything, sir."    

Bill looked at me. I shrugged. After everyone else closed their eyes again, I smiled.    

******    

We got to Luigi's a little before seven, and the manager himself, led us to our table. Peoples eyes followed us. William Thornhill was well enough known that even if you didn't recognize him by name, you thought you knew him. Like a character actor you've seen in a dozen movies, you know you've seen him before, but not exactly where. Even without his presence, they might have watched as we three slaves were scantily clad by most normal measures for Fresno. Nothing exactly visible, but a lot on display; plus both Bill and Robert were good looking, fit men, who'd normally attract some female attention anyway. Glasses of ice water miraculously appeared.    

"Sharon is one of our finest waitresses, sir, but if you need anything more, please ask me personally." Money talks.    

"Thank you. I'll let you know."    

Within three minutes, Sharon was standing at our table. She noticed Lisa and I right away. She looked around to see if anyone was listening.    

"I'm not going to have any trouble with you two today, am I? The manager is going to keep his eyes glued to this table. If you pull any of your usual stunts, he'll know."    

"Excellent," Bill said. "He should know what goes on in his restaurant if he's going to be an effective manager."    

"Mr. Thornhill, sir, haven't I met you somewhere recently?" Sharon asked.    

"He was at our bonding ceremony, Sharon. His presence wasn't exactly advertised," I said.    

"Oh my God, yes. You look a lot different with your clothes on, sir," suddenly realizing what she said, blushing.    

"Don't we all, Sharon. You were there with your husband, Phil wasn't it. You looked quite different then too."    

Sharon blushed even redder, realizing she'd been naked at Brianna's just as he had, and he knew exactly what she looked like under her waitress uniform.    

"At some point tonight, Sharon, probably after we've been served our wine, and while we are waiting for the food we ordered, I want you to remove your underwear and sit down at our table. We have a slave in training who is just learning how to be pleasing to a woman. We'd like one of her cunts to be yours. I know you enjoyed having yours licked, didn't you?"    

Sharon couldn't get any redder and was flustered on top of it, knowing Bill had seen her getting her cunt licked and possibly other activities she'd participated in. Her husband had fucked her by the pool at one point, inhibitions usually disappearing after spending much time at Brianna's.    

"I can't, sir. I'd get fired for sure."    

"I don't think you will."    

"I know I would, sir, and I need the job."    

"Call your manager over."    

"Sir?"    

"Bring him over. He said if I needed him for anything, to speak to him. I'd like to speak to him."    

"Please, Mr. Thornhill, don't get me fired."    

"It is not my intent to get you fired, I promise."    

Sharon got her manager and came back with him.    

"Yes, sir, what do you need Mr. Thornhill?"    

Bill pulled three, one thousand dollar bills out of his pocket. I'd never seen a thousand dollar bill. I don't think anyone else had either, except possibly Robert.    

"At some point this evening, I'd like to spend a little bit of time with your waitress, Sharon, getting to know her a bit more. She seems fascinating to me. No more than say, thirty minutes of her time. I realized this may cause a little inconvenience to you, but you don't seem horrendously busy tonight. Would two thousand dollars mollify you for the inconvenience?"    

"Yes, sir."    

"The other thousand is for the other wait staff who might be inconvenienced by having to work a bit harder than usual during our chat. You'll make sure everyone else gets this, won't you Sharon?" He handed the bill to her.    

"Y..Yes, sir," Sharon replied.    

Bill started to hand the other two thousand to the manager, then pulled it back. "Mr. Mason, part of the reason I'm giving you two thousand dollars is I'm hoping you can overlook anything which might seem out of the ordinary at our table. These long white tablecloths look as though they might cover up a few minor indiscretions and one of these ladies seems inclined to express her appreciation for the fine meal she's about consume at your establishment, if you catch my meaning. I'm not being unreasonable am I?"    

"No sir, not unreasonable at all."    

He looked at all of us women, wondering which of us wished to express her appreciation. Whore blushed and shifted uncomfortably, knowing what she'd be doing later, which he noticed. Lisa and I didn't blush. Even if I was the one who'd be expressing appreciation, I wouldn't be blushing.    

Bill smiled and handed him the two grand. "A pleasure doing business with you sir. Oh, and one other thing. I would take it badly if anyone were to suddenly treat Sharon any differently as a result of my visit tonight. I'd hate to have to buy this restaurant and put her in charge."    

"I would too, sir. You can be assured she'll be treated as she always has."    

"Thank you. You may leave now." He scurried off, sticking the money in his pocket.    

"I don't think there's any risk of you being fired, Sharon. When you remove your underwear, could you give them to me so I know you're ready? I'll give them back."    

"Yes, sir. Would you like the wine list, sir."    

"No. Bring me the wine you like the best. One bottle as only three of us are drinking tonight."    

"Yes, sir."    

She left and Bill turned to Whore. "I want you to do for the waitress what you did for Evelyn earlier. She shouldn't cum for at least fifteen minutes and cum at least four other times. You'll also be doing the rest of us, but all you need to do is make us cum once. It doesn't need to be the production you'll give her."    

"Master, a lot of people are looking at our table."    

"People frequently watch me when I'm out. Get used to it. So what if some people know you're sucking cock under the table. Your name is Whore. The name will fit and the management won't do anything about it. You're lucky they won't see you doing it, only know that you are."    

"Yes, sir."    

Sharon returned to the table, handing Bill a small paper sack, smiling at him, blushing again. She opened the bottle and made a pour, handing him the glass.    

"It's a chianti, sir, and many of our guests seem to like it."    

Bill rolled it in the glass for a few moments, then sniffed it. "Nice aroma and body." Took a sip. "Excellent flavor, stays with you, but no harsh aftertaste. A good choice, Sharon."    

"Thank you. Would you like to see the menu now?"    

"Please."    

Sharon handed out five menus. "I'll be back shortly for your orders."    

"Is this the first time you've walked around your restaurant without underwear, Sharon?"    

She smiled. "That sounds like a very personal question, sir." Bill laughed. She left without answering.    

"As soon as you've decided on your menu choices, Whore, tell me and then you should probably get started. You can begin with Robert."