Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 04)

I fed Evelyn before returning her back to my room. She didn't have anything to drink, knowing she'd be tied down for awhile and not wanting to have an accident in the bed.    

Before securing her down, I asked her again if she still wanted me to do this.    

"Yes, Master, I do."    

"If this place were to burn to the ground while you were tied here, your husband will kill me. He loves you dearly."    

"And what are the odds of that happening, sir? A billion to one. You'd have a better chance of winning the lottery."    

I laughed. "I suppose you're right. I've changed the batteries on your vibrators. Put your butterfly on."    

She slipped it up her hips and adjusted it over her clit.    

"I'm leaking, sir. My juices are already running down my leg."    

"We'll put another folded towel under you," I said.    

I immediately did exactly that, folding the beach towel she hadn't sat on yesterday to four layers of thickness and putting it in the center of the bed. "Lie down," I ordered.    

"Yes, sir." Evelyn got on the bed, spreading her arms and legs for me.    

I tied her hands first, then her legs. When I was done, she looked so sexy and desirable, I fucked her, pounding her hard until I climaxed. She squirmed through a few of her own, helpless and loving it. I pulled out, my cum dripping down to her ass.    

"What's a little more cum," I laughed.    

I tried sliding the vaginal vibrator into her and it kept sliding out.    

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. "It won't stay inside you."    

"I'm not surprised, sir. Trap it inside me. Stick a boot or something on the bed between my legs to keep it from popping out."    

"I've got something better," I replied. "Electrical tape. Wait here."    

"Where am I going, sir. Tied, remember."    

I laughed and went out to the truck and got a roll of electric tape. I cut two long pieces and put the vibrator inside her, fastening it inside her with the tape in the shape of an X over the top, fastening to her bottom and her hips. I inspected my handiwork.    

"I want to fuck you again," I said.    

"My mouth is available."    

"No, I have to get to work. It will have to wait. You can cum as much as you want."    

I took the remotes and turned them both on. She climaxed immediately. I left them by the bed. She might want to play with them later after replacing the batteries. Leaving the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door so the maid wouldn't walk in on her. I left one of the electronic keys in an envelope for Marcia.    

"A deputy friend will be stopping by my room later to pick up something. Please give this envelope to them."    

"Yes, sir. What's the friends name?"    

"How many deputies do you have come by asking to get into a room?"    

"Right, sorry. I'll give it to him."    

"It's a her. She'll give it back to you after she's done so I can get it back. I put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign up. No one else is to go into my room."    

"Yes, sir."    

I went to work thinking of Evelyn helplessly tied to the bed with vibrators stimulating her to orgasm over orgasm waiting to be released. Periodically, I would think of her, back arched in orgasm, a growing pool of liquid pooling below her cunt, unable to move. Marcia going into the room, finding her like that, helpless, releasing her. I would need to start thinking of anything else again before my cock grew hard and I walked around looking like a fool    

I got a call from Marcia at 10:30. I thought she'd gotten tied up at work and I was getting ready to go when she said, "Just wanted to let you know I released Evelyn so you wouldn't worry. She's fine, though a little exhausted."    

"Thanks, I appreciate the call."    

"I'll talk to you later."    

"Great. Bill said he was bringing Whore to Brianna's on Thursday. Maybe I'll see you then."    

"Whore? Bill is bringing a whore to Brianna's?"    

"Not a whore, Whore, a female slave Bill has for the week."    

Marcia laughed. "I can't wait to hear that story."    

"So, see you then?"    

"Maybe, whenever" said Marcia, a little mysteriously, I thought.    

I relaxed a little more knowing she was safe and unhurt. I got more work done after the call. I skipped lunch, working through it to atone for my distraction earlier, knowing I'd be starving later but not caring. The closer it got to five, the more I started thinking of the little minx waiting in my room, thinking maybe I didn't need to eat that badly. Another 45-60 minutes not going to kill me if I waited longer.    

I waited until everyone else was gone, not wanting to be the boss who ducked out for a little nookie. I stopped at the front desk to get my key and they didn't have it. Did Marcia forget to leave it for me? Hopefully, Evelyn was in the room and I wouldn't have to track her down at the pool or someplace. I knocked on the door. Evelyn opened it for me. There was a mask of fresh female cum around her mouth.    

"Welcome, Master. We've been waiting for you. Well, not waiting, exactly."    

"We?"    

I stepped through the door and there was another naked form on the bed. Coming from the light to the darker room, I couldn't see exactly who it might be.    

"Marcia has decided to join us."    

My eyes were adjusting to the light and sure enough, Marcia was sprawled on the bed, a similar mask of cum on her face.    

"Does your husband know you're here?" I asked.    

"What do you take me for, a tramp?" She said, smiling. "Of course he knows I'm here."    

"Okay, but why?"    

"When I heard what you two were doing today, I called Sam and asked if he'd mind if I joined you. He said he was comfortable with it, especially after he knew your fucking would be spread between the two of us," pointing to Evelyn, now climbing back into bed with her. "I knew when I got here this morning and found the little tart all tied up in bed, vibrators dead, I would need to take advantage of the situation and make her lick my cunt. I can't do that kind of shit while working, so I just used a personal day. It was as I expected. As soon as I got here, I had to take advantage of her helplessness and I didn't release her until she was desperate to use the toilet. Maybe eleven-thirty or so."    

"Calling to tell me she was free was a lie. You just didn't want me worrying about her, but you didn't let her go for another hour?"    

"Yes, and now I've had all the girl/girl fun; I want to feel a cock in me, so as soon as Mrs. Thornhill and I get into another sixty-nine, I want you to plug a hole with your cock, which judging by your khaki's, you've been aching to do since you walked through the door, though maybe not the hole you expected."    

"Which hole would you like plugged?" Always the gentleman.    

"Anything but my mouth which will be busy licking Evelyn. I don't much care. Strip already. I'm getting impatient."    

My clothes started flying every which way. It's the kind of situation you don't really want to be asked twice. Marcia was on top of Evelyn, and damn, that ass was tempting, but something slick and wet appealed to me more. I was not gentle. I rocked both of them an inch on the bed when I entered her.    

"Oh, fuck," Marcia moaned. "I needed that. Sam's been gone for four days already. I haven't gone without cock this long since I was in the police academy and he was still in Florida. Fuck me with that big prick. Make me feel it."    

I did. Every time I entered her, it was with a head of steam. A dozen strokes and she released, her cunt strangling my shaft as her pussy spasmed. Since she had the first one out of the way, I slowed down some to enjoy the sight of these two wonderful women pleasuring each other while I was confronted with the most beautiful ass on God's green earth. Despite slowing down, my daydreams during the day and the too long wait between orgasms combined with what awaited me, and I only lasted ten minutes before I was spurting into her molten cavern. Good thing we had the rest of the evening to go. When I fell out of Marcia, Evelyn was waiting, cleaning my cum covered cock before going back to do the same for Marcia.    

"Ladies, I skipped lunch today to make up for the work I've missed the last couple days. I need to eat something to refuel or I won't last as long as you want me to."    

"There's no way I'm getting dressed to go out," Marcia said. "Order something delivered."    

"I concur, sir," Evelyn said, her head peeking from between Marcia's legs. "I don't want to leave the room."    

"Any requests? Chinese, Mexican, pizza?" I asked.    

"I don't particularly care," Marcia said. "I'm not here for the food."    

"Chinese sounds good to me, sir," Evelyn said. "I haven't had it in awhile."    

"Chinese it is."    

I looked up nearby Chinese restaurants on Yelp! and found one that delivered.    

"Is it okay if we just order like four things and share everything?" I asked.    

"Fine with me as long as you order fried rice instead of white," Marcia said. "Maybe one beef, one shrimp, one pork and one chicken, I don't care what."    

"That's good, sir. I'm sure I'll enjoy at least two things no matter what you pick out."    

I ordered Mongolian beef, shrimp dim sum, sweet and sour pork and chicken lo mein. They said it would be forty minutes before they'd get here, plenty of time to take a shower and get presentable. I paid by card when I ordered so I didn't have to worry about cash. Evelyn and Marcia got in the shower with me, so it took longer than I expected, but I still had time to brush my teeth and throw on some shorts before the delivery person was knocking on the door. I closed the door to the bathroom where they were still drying off.    

I took the bags of food and set them on the dresser, slipping him a ten as a tip. As soon as the door was locked, I told the women the food was here and it was safe to come out. My room was a small efficiency, so it had a couple plates, utensils, and glasses. Since I had the shorts on, I got sodas from the vending machine and as I was Evelyn's acting Master, I fastened her cuffs behind her back and fed her since we didn't have enough plates anyway. Marcia was not in slave mode so she fed herself.    

As we ate, we told Marcia about the poker game on Friday night, Bill playing Regina for a week of her slavery against a hundred thousand dollars, her loss and subsequent submission. I said she'd acquired the name, Whore, as a form of humiliation for what she'd done to Shasta a few weeks earlier, Bill supporting his friend. We told her how Bill bought an entire restaurant for the night, having them serve just our table with all of the slaves being naked, then Bill offering up Whore and Evelyn to be fucked by the seventeen people working in the restaurant. I said I offered up Julia to take some of the load.    

"Bill offered Evelyn to be fucked by a bunch of strangers in a restaurant?" Marcia said. "Our Bill, Evelyn's husband."    

"Who else could afford to pay over $60,000 to buy the fucking restaurant for one stinking night?" I said.    

"Master seems to have accepted some of the rules Scott has set for his slaves," Evelyn said. "He told Whore he wouldn't make her do anything he didn't make his wife do, so if he was to humiliate her in this way, he needed to offer me in the same way. That as long as my fucking is done with his permission under his control, he's willing to allow it. It's not that strange. Sam is allowing you to fuck other people too now."    

"People Sam knows and trusts, not a bunch of strangers., which right now, is exactly two people."    

"Bill was there," I said. "The driver/bodyguard, Robert, was there. Chen and I were there. People he does trust. He wouldn't have thrown her to the wolves by themselves. He was there to make sure things didn't get out of hand. His threats were pretty effective too. He said if anyone did something stupid, he'd buy the restaurant and burn it down to the ground with the offending parties in it. Everyone believed him. I believed him. Bill seems like a mild mannered guy, but don't piss him off or you'll find out how not mild mannered he is."    

"And you don't mind Julia fucking a bunch of strangers? These are not people she'd fucked before like at your ceremony."    

"I mind, and I don't, and I know that's a contradiction, but I'll likely always feel something negative when she fucks anyone other than myself and I don't care who it is, Bill, Sam, my poker buddies, whoever. I don't believe I'm wired to not care. But I can get used to it; to not feel as much. You know how much Julia's done for me. You're one of the presents she's helped arrange. Lisa, Rhonda, Lucia, Zoe, Dawn, Reneé, Janet, even my fucking sister, in that weird way California allows. The list feels endless. She has surrendered her own feelings about my fucking others completely. She is the most submissive person I know. There isn't one thing she wouldn't give me because I'm her beloved Master. If she can be the perfect submissive, I feel I should be, at the very least, a more generous Master. Knowing how much she enjoys sex, enjoys the fantasy of more than one person fucking her, I'm going to give it to her, even if I suffer a little in the process. I told someone recently I suffered when I shared her and suffered when I didn't, and I'd much rather my suffering come from generosity towards her instead of my own selfishness. Yeah, strangers fucking her was different. I wasn't crazy about it, but she enjoyed it so much. I don't want to take that away from her."    

"If you offered Julia, why not Lisa?" Marcia asked, still trying to wrap her head around it.    

"Trying to get pregnant, and not with random strangers. Her cunt if off limits for the present. She'll be open for business again when she's pregnant or no longer trying. Like Bill, I'm trying to treat my slaves the same."    

"I don't know," Marcia said. "I'm having trouble understanding your viewpoint."    

"Evelyn, was it exciting to you to be fucked by random strangers, knowing your Master found it acceptable to do so? Did you cum often?"    

"The whole evening was tremendously exciting. Dining in a restaurant, nude, knowing people were seeing you so, knowing he had something planned, but not what. When I finally knew that I'd be serving as a gratuity for the staff and all the people who'd been waiting on me, would now be fucking me. I climaxed like crazy, knowing I was safe, but had all these different cocks in me. It was the same for the poker game. Knowing I was to be sold and not knowing who would own me or what they'd want. Knowing it was all under the control and will of my Master. I was glad you bought me, sir, because I did know you, but still, it could have gone many ways, based only upon the luck of the cards and skill of the players."    

"Let me ask you this, Marcia. If you could, periodically, fuck someone different, like you are tonight, with the full knowledge and permission of Sam, would you do it? He's gone away, or you've gone away. He's not there for the sex you want and need, but someone else can stand in and it's perfectly acceptable to him. He's not upset. He knows you are happier having someone to fuck. It's not harming him in any way. It doesn't gnaw at him, eat at his guts. You know he won't be alone. He's got access to sex with someone if he needs it, whether it's Chantelle or someone else you don't care about; would you like to fuck other people? Take marriage vows out of it. Those are already bent way out of shape, if not broken, by how we're living our lives now. I'm sure your vows didn't contain the phrase you'd love, honor and obey and by the way, have another woman you could each play with. Would you enjoy fucking me or someone like me? A friend who both you and Sam trust?"    

"Well obviously, I like fucking you, or I wouldn't be here," Marcia said. "You're presumably talking about some form of open marriage."    

"A form. I imagine in a fully open marriage, anybody can fuck anybody without question or regard for their partners feelings or opinions on the matter. Julia's parents do that. They can date anyone they want, sleep with anyone they want, and other than the other person knowing it's going on, they don't know or care who it's going on with. I couldn't live with that. I don't want Julia or Lisa sleeping around with other people behind my back any more than Bill liked it. If I'm in control of who and when they fuck, and it's my choice if they fuck or not; it's different. If I left for LA for a week and they were fucking anyone they wanted, I'd be divorced. But giving them specifically to Bill, knowing he's the only man, because I don't give a shit about the women, it's not that bad. Just as he knows I will treat Evelyn well and take care of her. I know my slaves will be just fine.    

"Now most of the time, it's me. I do the best I can to keep them happy and I'll throw them a treat now and then because they love it, and I can live with it. But if I don't like Joe Blow, they will never fuck Joe Blow because I've got the control. It requires my consent. You've practiced knowledge and consent. It's happened several times during your marriage, and the marriage survived and grew stronger. You were able to accept Chantelle into your life, and your relationship grew stronger, just adding another person to love and care for.    

"I think most of the concerns people have about infidelity involve fear. That's what mine was. Fear if my wife fucked other people, she would love them more, enjoy them more than me, that somehow, I would lose her, she would leave me for them. If I'm not afraid this is possible, unless I do something stupid like fail to love them enough or stop treating them with the care and respect they deserve, they will never leave me, why does it matter who they fuck? It's just sex.    

"You're not going to leave Sam for me, no matter how much you enjoy fucking me. Nor will I ever leave Julia for you, no matter if you're the most incredible woman I've ever seen. I wouldn't do it to my slaves, I wouldn't do it to Sam. I couldn't harm Bill by even attempting to take Evelyn for myself. I love and/or respect all of you too much. So now it's just fucking, a physical act more intimate than a handshake, and maybe less than a kiss. So if Sam doesn't care, would you want the option of fucking other people; the variety of it, the excitement of sex with a new partner?"