Chapter 5 005

SCOTT

Everyone watched Lisa and Julia strip. They were fresh meat, I suppose. The women as interested in females as the males were.

When Julia and Lisa went into the pool, Brianna said, "Scott, why the hell aren't those two still in collars? It sounds as if they want to be."

"I couldn't do it anymore," I said.

"Do what?" Sam asked, "Be a Master?"

"Share my wife with other people," I replied.

"What do you mean?" Brianna asked.

"Part of Julia's slave fantasy was to be shared and used by other people. She's had sex with eight other men since she's been a sex slave. I couldn't watch her do it anymore."

"What the fuck!" Marcia exclaimed, standing up. "Who's the fucking Master here?"

"Slave," Sam warned, "watch your mouth."

"What? You know I'm right. This idiot has been topped from below," Marcia said. "He's no fucking Master!"

Sam slapped Marcia's ass, hard. "Over my knee, now, slave. I won't say it again."

Marcia immediately dropped over Sam's knees and he gave thirty of the hardest bare handed swats I'd ever seen anyone receive. Her ass was flame red before he'd reached ten. She never cried out, receiving all thirty stoically. Nobody else said 'boo' or even paid much attention to a slave being punished.

"She insulted you, Scott," Sam said, finishing up. "You can give her another thirty if you want."

"You just spanked her," I said.

"That was for not heeding my warning to watch her mouth. She deserves more for criticizing a Master which is not and never will be within her allowed behaviors. I mean it. Give her another thirty for sassing you. Get over his lap, slave."

She got up from Sam's lap and placed herself over mine and I was staring at the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen. If there was such a thing as perfection, I was looking at it. I thought Zoe's ass was great. This one was better. Her bottom was bright red from Sam's spanking. I looked up at Sam and he nodded his head. I started spanking her.

"Harder," Sam said.

I spanked her harder. She still didn't speak or cry or sob, absorbing each of my spanks in silence. Halfway through, she choked out a "Master, I need to cum. May I cum please?"

"Can she cum, Scott?" Sam asked.

"No, she can't," I said.

"There's your answer, little slave," Sam said. "You may not cum."

Marcia moaned. Thereafter she started squirming delightfully over my legs as she tried to avoid climaxing. I finished the spanking and she crawled to her Master. Her bottom was a dark red.

"Say you're sorry to Scott, slave," Sam said.

"I apologize for my rudeness, Master Scott. It was uncalled for."

"I'll accept your apology," I said.

"Marcia is only a part-time slave and sometimes her regular employment pops through her slave persona and she speaks her mind," Sam said. "It needs to be corrected immediately."

"What's her job?" I asked.

"Deputy Sheriff for Los Angeles County," Sam said, tousling her hair.

Okay, that was a new one on me. I'd just spanked a deputy sheriff for the first and probably only time in my life.

"A deputy sheriff?" I said. "I'm not going to be arrested now, am I?"

Sam laughed. "She's not working and she earned that spanking, so no, you won't. She did raise a good point though, despite the politically incorrect way she raised it. Why don't you tell us how you put your wife into sexual servitude and what happened that you don't want to keep her there? Especially since it seems like two beautiful slaves for the price of one deal."

Why not share the story. "I noticed Julia reading a lot of the same romance novels all the time, primarily sex slave or reverse harem novels. Alien abduction or paranormal romance primarily, though some other types of things as well. I read some of her novels and thought it might be a good thing for her to experience sex slavery for real. Perhaps the reality wouldn't live up to the fantasy, but at least she'd know. I think I've made a mistake introducing her to it now."

"I'm not a reader of romance novels," Sam said. "What's reverse harem?"

"Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction."

"Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly.

"If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly.

"And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked.

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

"No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired.

"No. That was pretty much it," I replied.

"Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked.

"Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered.

"With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

"No, not in any of the ones I read."

"Fantasy is right," Sam laughed. "I'm sure there are some men out there who won't mind sharing a woman they love, but none of the men in my experience would ever fit that description. I've shared Marcia two and a half times with other men. One was kind of a hall pass experience which she earned by sharing me with a model on my hall pass list, and the other person who came with her. The other one was a former police partner who was dying so I had no expectation he would ever become competition for her love. Both of them bothered the hell out of me. And you've let your wife have sex with eight other men? No wonder you don't want her to be a sex slave anymore. I wouldn't either if I believed I had to keep sharing my wife. You do realize that if you're the Master, your slave can't have sex with anyone you don't want her to, don't you?"

"Intellectually, I know it, but it was part of her fantasy, which is what I was trying to give her. It's not her fantasy anymore if I try to restrict her sex to just me. It becomes my fantasy now, not hers."

"I'm sorry for my earlier outburst, Master Scott," Marcia said. "I didn't realize the nature of your dilemma, but are you sure your wife's fantasy is to have sex with other people? Are you sure she wouldn't be happy with just you as her Master? I'm a total slave, but I'm not in this to have sex with other people; it's more the act of submission to my Master. If he chooses to share me with other people, it's within his prerogative, but except for a few women who my Master might also have sex with, I'm not having sex with anyone else and I'm perfectly content."

"It's the types of books she was reading."

"I try not to confuse the inner workings of a mental fantasy world with real life, Scott" Sam said. "People enjoy science fiction, yet realize it is speculative fiction. Some women fantasize about being raped, but would never want to be raped in real life. There are a few people I've met who I might have happily murdered, including just about everyone who slept with my first wife, and I could probably add her to the list too, but it stayed there, in my head, not out in real life. I would suggest a test to you if you're willing."

"What kind of test?"

"A test of what they want out of their slavery. Do either Julia or Lisa work?" Sam asked.

"No."

"Is there any reason they couldn't stay here for say, three weeks?"

"Our first ultrasound is on Wednesday, but I'm not going to leave them here for three weeks," I replied.

"Of course not. I don't want you to, but I want both of them to think they might have to stay here," Sam said. "Is there any reason they would reject you putting them back into slavery? Would they readily agree to be enslaved again?"

"I doubt they'd reject it. They both wanted to continue their slavery when it ended yesterday."

"Marcia and Zoe, give me your collars. We're going to try an experiment. Scott, I want you to re-enslave them, and if they're agreeable to being sex slaves again, say you're giving them to me for three weeks. I won't actually take them, but I'll treat them as if I am going to accept them and question them as if I am. We'll find out a whole bunch about what your slaves really want out of their slavery."

I looked at Zoe, the only person I really knew here. "Do it, Scott," she said. "Sam is an honorable man. He won't harm or even touch either of them. You can trust him to do what is right."

"I promise I won't, Scott," Sam said, "although I may have Zoe and Marcia touch them, if you have no objection. You want to know what Julia and Lisa want out of their submission, this is the way to find out. If, as I suspect, you're wrong about Julia's reason for submission, you'll have two delectable slaves back to keep and cherish and never share again if you don't want to. I certainly have no desire to share mine except with other women."

"Okay," I said. I was going to trust Zoe, even if I didn't know squat about Sam.

Zoe and Marcia had removed their collars and were holding them in their hands. "Give your collars to Scott, slaves, you'll get them back soon," Sam said. They handed me the two collars. "Marcia, please tell Chantelle to go along with anything we suggest to her. Go ahead, Scott. Call your slaves over and collar them."

I shouted out, "Julia, Lisa, could you come here, please."