Chapter 10

SCOTT

I'd learned more in this one weekend at Brianna's than in three weeks of Julia's slavery and all the books of hers I'd read. I had my two slaves again, fucking one and sending the other with my old girlfriend to fuck. Strange. Lisa had cum like crazy, the recommendations of Sam and Marcia working as they'd said. I finally squirted my cum up her cunt, climaxing for the fourth time this young day.

"Scott, why don't you come out by the pool while we wait for lunch," Brianna said. "I imagine you'll have to leave afterward. It's a long drive to Fresno. If there are any further questions you might have of us, we'll be happy to answer all that we can."

"Thank you, Brianna. I appreciate the offer."

We all wandered outside by the pool, the lovely female bodies slipping into the pool, wet and utterly awesome. I sent Lisa to join them. Monique was under the shade again, closely watching the five older children with, I believe it was Adele. Riyuki was feeding Hideko, her little mouth latched onto her lovely nipples.

"I don't know how you do it?" I said to Sam.

"Do what?"

"Walk around here without a constant hard-on."

Sam laughed. "Well, Brianna is right about one thing. Men are not super-powered. Believe me, it's a lot easier to survive this place with two sexy slaves who are both willing and eager to make sure no erection goes unused for long. If I should manage to get one, one of them is ready to make use of it. It never lasts long enough to get any wrong ideas. Perhaps it helps to see naked women every day. It is possible to get somewhat used to it. Plus, it helps knowing most of them aren't interested in me and have no regard for my dick."

"You still get an erection looking at pictures of your wife," I said.

He hugged her briefly. "Wouldn't you."

"In all probability," I admitted.

"I think your slaves are amazing women as well," Sam said. "You're a very lucky man to have two such remarkable slaves. I think most of your problems are behind you. You seem to love and care for one another a great deal. You merely have to work out the details. If your hearts are in the right place, it shouldn't be terribly hard."

"I didn't get into this thinking about the future. I assumed it would end in three weeks. Lisa was a total surprise, as was their desire to remain slaves. I see what you mean about thinking long term. If this is something we want to keep doing, we have some things to work out."

"Master Scott," Marcia said, "I don't know you that well, and I apologize again for the way I behaved when you started telling us what happened. I do believe you're a good man and good men make good Masters. A lot of the dominants we met when we started out seemed in it for the sex, or the power exchange, but the really good ones care as much about their slaves as they do themselves. From what little I've seen, you care a great deal for your slaves. They spoke highly about you when they justified their reasons not to stay here. You've earned their trust and their love. A lot of Master's I've met wouldn't have let their slave wander off with Zoe, because they feel the need to keep them under their heel. Obviously, you know Zoe, but it was a kind thing to do, for both of them. They like each other, you recognized it and aren't threatened by it. It isn't costing you anything to give them some time together, so you let them. You have very happy slaves, who love their slavery. It says as much about you as it does them."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Master, and I say Master now with all the honor and respect you should have received initially."

"That means a great deal to me. I have maybe one more question you could answer for me."

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"You've made reference to this Caribbean cruise you went on, and a lot of things in your life seemed to be focused on that cruise. It seemed to be a turning point of some kind. How did you ever end up on a cruise together?"

Every one of them laughed.

"Marcia's body parts weren't the only things auctioned off at the Nude for the Homeless auction. A Hollywood producer auctioned a week for four on his personal yacht, which he rents out for cruises when he's not using it to wine and dine actors and actresses," Sam said. "I bid on it and won the auction, though we still had to share the cruise with two other couples."

"We knew the producer from the Las Vegas convention and captain and first mate from the same place. They were one of the first people we met at the convention," Marcia said. "I was wearing this horribly sheer black romper and we're going down the elevator with George and Dina, who had on sheer red Gorean slave silks, and another couple who were into pet play. All she had was gray tabby body paint. Seeing someone else as exposed as I was helped me get over my jitters."

"Marcia had already agreed I could have a child with Sam and I'd promised them contact with the resulting child, like mutual family vacations," Brianna said.

"Plus in planning it, we didn't know if our first attempt caught," Sam added, "and the cruise was during Brianna's next fertile cycle, and a chance to see if we could get along on a family vacation, so we invited her and a slave to be the third and fourth."

"Which was me," Monique said, "because if Master still needed to get Mistress preggers, he had one of Mistresses slaves with her to overcome her discomfort with cock. Although, Mistress did get pregnant the first time because Master left enough cum in her to impregnate half of the estate."

"And Chantelle, who wanted to visit her family on Guadalupe, so she actually worked as the cook for her berth," Marcia said. "Then when Master allowed me my hall pass with the person on the cruise, I invited Chantelle and the others to have sex with him so he wouldn't be alone on the cruise."

"Which is when Sam first got his hooks into Chantelle," Brianna said, "or should I say cock. Actually, he ended up fucking all of us, the devious bastard; even Monique had to see what all the fuss was about because everyone else was enjoying his fucking prick, even me."

"Hey," Sam protested, "I never made a single one of you fuck me. You volunteered for the duty, probably as much to get in Marcia's knickers as mine. Figured you'd earn her gratitude by taking care of me."

"True," Monique said. "Everyone wanted in Marcia's knickers."

"Which is when we all became fairly regular bedmates," Marcia said, "and the only ones Master quasi-regularly slips the sausage to. Since we all ended up sleeping together on the cruise, and we wanted to try to limit the number of people we were boinking, Monique, Brianna, Chantelle and I are the only ones who may regularly sleep with my Master. Of course, the others are mostly only interested in him if Chantelle or I are also in the mix. Chantelle and I want him for the cock."

"Which is the punishment I get for sleeping with a bunch of lesbians," Sam said.

By this time, I'm laughing my ass off, the story getting batted around like a ping pong ball, going from one to the other, and all with their own spin on it.

"And you later decide Sam can, in fact, impregnate the whole estate?" I asked.

"By the time Mistress is having the twins," Marcia said, "Monique, Adele, Ingrid and a few others decide they want kids too. Master is already semi-regularly sleeping with the four of us, though mostly Monique is there for her Mistress or one of us, but she's one of those wishing a child. She was easy to add. She just had to come off birth control.

"The others were a little harder for me. At first, we tried to keep Sam unaware of who he's fucking, to avoid adding more people to our menagerie, but Sam's mother points out to us that as soon as someone starts showing, Master knows she's one of the ones he fucked..."

"Wait! Sam's mother knows you're a part time sex slave, that he's fucking other people and having children with them?"

"Yes," Sam replied, "and she was remarkably accepting of it, though she got a little crazy at first and ordered Marcia to lick Brianna's and Monique's cunt. Had to nip that in the bud straight off. We've told her about Chantelle since. Actually, Mom slept with Chantelle before she became our amour. Didn't you mention your folks know about your situation?"

"Fuck! Your mother slept with Chantelle?"

"With Chantelle, me and several others, including, I think, everyone Sam has impregnated," Brianna said. "We invited her down after the twins were born. When we explained most of the women here were lesbian and submissive, she wondered what it would be like to have sex with a woman, so several of us introduced her to sapphic love. It was quite interesting. She hasn't been back since, though we've visited her once with the children. She won't be able to sleep with Chantelle anymore, but it happened once. What about your parents?"

"Goodness. You've had some wild ass adventures." This brought about a smattering of laughter. "Yes, my parents knew, though they supposed it was ending on Friday. I don't think they're expecting it to continue, especially with Lisa in the mix."

"Well, I did mention how any decisions you make now affect both your parents and your children," Sam remarked. "You need to figure out how much they'll accept the new reality and break it to them gently. Theoretically, any children you might have with Lisa are their grandchildren, and as far as the kids are concerned, they might have three sets of grandparents. They'll certainly see it that way even if you don't. 'How come Jason has a Grandpa so and so and I don't'."

"This is more complex than I realized. Do all of your parents know what's going on?"

"They all know parts of it," Brianna said. "You don't keep pregnancies secret from anyone. Only a few of the most accepting ones know all the details. A few know very little. As far as they're concerned, the slave is the mother, and I'm the father who arranged for the sperm donor. I'm financially responsible for the child, so Sam's participation doesn't have to be known. He'll end up being the father figure for all of them, and he'll be a good one. Some parents don't accept their children as lesbian, and more don't accept their submissiveness. I believe it's their loss. Every one of these women are people I'm proud to know and would gladly call friend. They don't know what they're missing."

"As Mistress said, you can't keep a pregnancy secret, especially when you're living here," Marcia said, continuing. "It's when we got real technical with our rules. Master can have sex with anyone desiring a child during her fertile cycle, but never with me present. If we both don't sleep with her at the same time, no one else can get added to our bed. He never sleeps with anyone else except Brianna and Monique, unless they're trying to get pregnant and only when fertile. If I'm not a slave, I'm not having sex with anyone but Mistress, Monique, Chantelle and Master. Of course, as the second lowest ranking slave here, I have very few limits on who has sex with me as a slave, but never with Master participating and never when I'm not in slave mode. As a slave, I can have sex with Julia or Lisa, as you witnessed, but never another male, nor with Master participating. This means though, we've both had sex with Zoe, for instance, we've never both had sex with her at the same time and she will never be a permanent member of our bed. Actually, Zoe's a bad example. Both Riyuki and Zoe are slip ups we've conjointly had sex with them before we fully developed our rules, but never since. Of course, when Master is here, any women slaves must seek his permission to have sex with me. Even Brianna, as Mistress, usually asks Master's permission, but it's a little looser with her. She has ordered me to have sex with her, and unless Master countermands the order, I'm fucking her. It sounds complicated, but it seems to be working."

"Your life is much more complicated than mine will be," I said. "Hopefully I won't be getting anyone pregnant but Julia and maybe Lisa."

"It's still complicated, Master," Marcia said. "People are messy and illogical, emotional creatures. As much as you care for one another, stuff will crop up. It's why we stress communication so much. When Master and I started, we talked every day of my slavery about what we did and how it made us feel. Adding Chantelle made communication even more important. We've gotten better at non-verbal communication, but it doesn't obviate the need for regular verbal chats. It's why Mistress has her meetings every Sunday. When stuff crops up, you can't always talk about it in the moment, but you can certainly ensure you set aside time to deal with it later."

"I think communication was the biggest mistake we made," I said. "I wish now we'd done better at it. It might have eased some of the pain we experienced."

"Your communication is something which can easily be fixed," Brianna said. "Nothing you've done so far is a deal breaker. Three weeks doesn't allow a lot of resentments to build and fester, but going forward, it will be critical."

Chantelle came out to tell everyone that dinner was served and a parade formed of people waiting to dine. We gathered the children up and joined the group, although everyone quickly gave way for their Mistress and guests. Lisa joined me. We still hadn't seen Zoe and Julia since they left for Zoe's room. I sat down with Lisa in my lap. It was Julia's turn, but she wasn't here.

"What are we having today, Chantelle?" Brianna asked, taking a seat.

"In honor of our guests, today we are having avocado and lime grilled salmon and a grilled peach summer salad, both with and without chicken for our Vegan slaves. We also have a grilled vegetable medley, and a few other salads as choices for lighter fare on the sideboard, which people can help themselves to if they desire."

"It sounds absolutely delicious, Chantelle. Thank you," I said.

As they'd done yesterday, several of the slaves served themselves and disappeared to wherever they ate when they couldn't dine at the table, which only seated twelve. Chantelle and the other cook served those who remained, taking orders for the food they wanted. I had the salmon, peach salad with chicken, vegetable medley and fresh cut fruit salad I used as a dessert instead of the chocolate cake. Lisa had the same except she went for the chocolate cake. I fed Lisa, playing with her as I was wont to do while feeding my slaves.

About halfway through the meal, Zoe and Julia hurried into the dining room, their faces still covered with girl cum as I'd asked them to be. They both showed themselves to me, then Zoe hurried to her Mistress and knelt down. There were no chairs left, Marcia sitting next to me on one side and Monique on the other. Julia grabbed one of the cushions assigned for the purpose and knelt at my feet beside Monique.

"Scott," Brianna said, "since Zoe monopolized your slave's time this morning, she owes you. If you wish, she will suck your cock while you eat."

I looked down at Julia with Zoe's cum still smeared all over her face. "I'd like that very much, Brianna, thank you. Julia, please give your cushion to Lisa. You can grab some food and eat over in the corner." I pointed to the nearest one.

Brianna snapped her fingers and pointed to me and Zoe crawled to my chair. Julia got up and Lisa took her place beside me so I could continue feeding her. Zoe started sucking my cock. It had been over a dozen years since I'd had sex with Zoe. Not since we dated. She had sucked me off a couple times when we dated. She was substantially better now, which surprised me given I doubted she'd had much practice sucking cocks since. She was deep throating me as easily as my own slaves did.

"Excuse me, Brianna. I'm surprised Zoe is as skilled a fellatrix as she's currently demonstrating. I would think she wouldn't get much practice sucking cocks, and she's much better than she was in college."

Brianna laughed. "All of the slaves who wanted Sam to father a child had to learn to suck cock to get Sam hard again for another dose of baby batter."

"Who taught them?" I asked.

"I did. I had some experience prior to having Sam impregnate me, but Marcia insisted I become better to serve her Master and she quickly taught me what pleased her Master. I passed those skills to my own slaves."

"You're an excellent teacher," I said, moaning.

"Thank you."

I'd cum four times already today, the last two not much more than two hours ago, so Zoe, bless her heart, was going to work for this one. I calmly ate and fed Lisa as she worked herself up and down my cock. The state of her face led me to believe her tongue and jaw received a good workout before she started on my cock and would likely be quite sore stretching around my girth. Both Lisa and I were done eating before I exploded in her mouth. Zoe swallowed every drop.

When I was clean, she released me, massaging her jaw slightly, working it around before saying, "Thank you, Master."

"Thank you for what, Zoe?" Thinking she was going to say my cum.

"Thank you for the use of your slave this morning. Try not to punish her too severely, as it's my fault she was gone so long. Punish me if you must, but please spare Julia."

I looked at Julia kneeling quietly in the corner eating her dinner. There were tears in her eyes. I looked back at Zoe.

"As much as I'd love to smack your beautiful, bare behind," I said, "I think Julia's been punished enough. It was her turn to be fed. You can clean off your face now."

"Yes, Master Scott." She crawled back to her Mistress. Marcia put her hand on my arm and squeezed it. Apparently, she approved of my handling of slaves.

I pulled Lisa back up into my lap and finger fucked her to cumming, twice, her panting gasps and moans audible to the entire room, including the forlorn little slave sitting in the corner.