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Marcia laughed and held her Master's hand. "I give my Master a certain number of days of slavery per month based upon his keeping weight off. He used to be a bit of a porker. I promised him two days of slavery for losing forty pounds and an additional day for each additional five. He's up to nine days a month, which is served on my off days or vacation days. The rest of the time, I'm just his wife. It's hard to keep things straight sometimes, but I have to because of my job. Mostly, it's my slave gear. If I'm wearing it, I'm a slave, if I'm not, don't fuck with me like I am. I'd like to say nudity could help determine, but we're pretty much naked all the time here."

"How did Sam end up with another slave," I asked, "especially since you're his wife?"

"That's a bit of a longer story that we'll share with you tonight, Master," Marcia said, "but you've got two, so you must have some idea how it could happen."

"Lisa asked Julia and she agreed, I think mostly because I was allowing her to fuck other people."

"That's where her slavery didn't really compute with us," Sam said, "because if you're truly a dominant, you don't let your slave fuck anyone else unless you want them to. Though I can see how it might have happened given the source material you were working from."

"I was looking at the whole thing as a gift for her; a way to experience her fantasies. I was somewhat prepared for what would happen. I allowed it to happen, even forced it in some ways, but it was why I limited it to three weeks. I couldn't see it going longer due to the extracurricular fucking."

"Which is why you felt you made a mistake, because Julia loved her slavery so much?" Sam asked.

"Yes, and I was sure it was because she got to fuck all these other people. I was so relieved that's not a part of it."

"Not exclusively, Master," Marcia said. "Submission is its own reward, but sex is a part of it. Best sex of my life occurred after my slavery, and I've got some exhibitionist in me, so having sex in front of others adds an extra special thrill for me, and I can't say I didn't love getting double or triple penetrated. With very few exceptions, most of that occurs with other females and my Master and not multiple men. Master was cheated on by his first wife and doesn't like to share me with men. Part of the reason is I am primarily heterosexual and can experience emotional attachments to men. I can't with women, which is why he doesn't care about my having sex with them."

"Plus, watching two women have sex is incredibly erotic," Sam said. "Twice the female body parts. Additionally, when Marcia's in slave mode, I can't keep up with her. She could have sex all day long, so it helps to have a woman or two or some toys to keep her engaged."

"Another argument in favor of lesbianism," Brianna said.

"Not if you like cock, Mistress," Marcia said.

"I'm not crazy about seeing Julia with other men either, now I've experienced it. Like you, women don't bother me. It's more of a turn on."

"Are your poker buddies somewhat trustworthy?" Sam asked.

"I've known a couple since high school, one for most of ten years, the other for five. I like steady, honest people of integrity. I believe they're all trustworthy. The guy I'm selling half my company to is one of them. I think he'll soon have his own sex slave."

"Still, naked sex slaves are pretty tempting," Sam said. "At least at the beginning, you might want to remove collars and cuffs from your sex slaves and dress them while the others are around. As they get used to the idea their fuck holes aren't part of the deal anymore, you can consider dressing them more provocatively and putting their collars back on when they're around. It's always harder to say no once you've said yes. People have expectations about sex once they've had it with you. Hell, I even had sex with my ex a couple times, and I had long since stopped caring for her. Before I met you, slave," Sam assured Marcia when she started to react. "You know about anyone else I've ever had sex with."

She smiled up at him.

"One of the advantages of having a wife and slave who can pound you into the ground like a tent stake. It makes it much easier to resist temptation," Sam said, laughing.

"Don't you forget it, Master," Marcia said, kissing his hand.

"I never forget it, little slave, even if you weren't the most spectacular woman in the known universe."

"Amen," Brianna said.

"Why aren't you a model, Marcia?" I asked. "You're certainly gorgeous enough to be one."

"No interest in it, Master Scott."

"My slave has a warped and poor sense of her own beauty," Sam said. "She doesn't think she looks as magnificent as everyone else does. I can't say I'm unhappy about it, though. Having men panting after her and hounding her would make me uncomfortable. A deputies uniform hides a lot when she's wearing body armor. I can show you some pictures of her one modeling gig. I still get an erection every time I look at them. They were for a local charity and since it was a National Nude Day event with a lot of nudity, it didn't get a lot of photo coverage."

"Why only the one?"

"I did it before it was determined we'd be moving here and I'd seek employment with local law enforcement. When we moved out here, Master Scott, and with the coverage most models get, I couldn't risk my future employers finding out about my activities. Anything done in a public setting would be a violation of my slave agreement, although sometimes my Master thinks it's amusing to make me cum in public and I'm forced to hide my reactions to my pleasure."

"I enjoy the same thing," I said. "Watching my slaves try to remain calm when they're squirming inside is fun. What made you decide your husband could sire children with others?"

"Brianna was the first to ask, Master. I am unable to give my husband a child. I had to have a hysterectomy due to severe endometriosis. We'd met and kept contact with one another. She was reaching an age where she felt it was important to have a child or give up the idea. She didn't want to do so in a clinical setting if the alternative was available. She approached me about Sam prior to my modeling gig here. She agreed to let Sam be a part of the children's lives as a father, as well as take full financial responsibility. Given it was the only way for him to have children, I agreed. The others are more of a challenge to me as a wife."

"Our beloved slave, Marcia, is much too modest again," Brianna said. "The one disadvantage of lesbianism is the inability to have children without finding a sperm donor. When you do, the sperm is usually inserted in a clinical setting without love or emotion being involved. Sam is one of the few men we've met who doesn't feel threatened that women would want to have sex only with other women. He doesn't feel compelled to change our sexual orientation. When one of us decides we want children, he welcomes the participation of other women. It is not uncommon for me to be present, or some other slave who the child desiring slave loves or at least, is comfortable with. When procreation occurs, it is with the loved and cherished one present, participating in the act. The children are born out of an act of love, not a laboratory. Marcia realizes this and graciously consents to the use of her husband for this purpose and reason. It's a very generous act on her part. This is the reason so many of us love her and why we're comfortable with them living here. Sam isn't trying to convert us nor to have sex with anyone unless we wish it for this purpose. It's a good arrangement for everyone but Marcia, but she tolerates it out of love for her husband and her friendship with us."

"You take full financial responsibility for all the children?" I asked.

"They're the children of my slaves, so yes. I consider them mine, although Sam is providing the sperm. The only ones Sam will be responsible for are any he has with his other slave, Chantelle, since she is his and a slave whom he stole from me."

"He stole her from you?"

"Well, as much as stole her from me. He made her fall in love with him and his cock. She was one of the few bisexuals that belonged to me. It's my own fault for allowing them to be together. I knew how enchanting his dick was when he impregnated me. Now she has the best of both worlds, Sam's cock and Marcia's sweet cunt, so I lost her to them."

"Hardly lost, Brianna," Sam said. "You still have sex with her and she still feeds you all, still models your jewelry. You've hardly lost anything."

"I lost her subservience to me," Brianna reminded Sam.

"You've got plenty of other slaves, including the one you got in replacement."

"True."

"How does that work anyway?" I asked. "Are they your employees? Do they work for free?"

"Not really," Brianna said. "I have to pay taxes on their supposed wages. I provide both room and board and an amount of money each month goes into an account which Sam manages for me. If someone wants to leave my service, they receive a proportionate share of this money based upon their years of service. For someone like Monique or Adele who have been with me since the beginning, they would leave as multi-millionaires. Newer slaves like Dawn, who is the newest, might leave with tens of thousands. They don't need many clothes. We have transportation available should anyone require it. It works out well for everyone."

"Interesting," I said. "My two slaves were considering starting a BDSM furniture business based upon my designs. Perhaps I should do much the same in terms of handling the money."

"You design BDSM pieces?" Brianna asked.

"One, I built for myself with Julia's and Lisa's help. They built another for possible sale through a dominatrix trainer and toy seller. Do you have any here?"

"I used to have a fairly well furnished dungeon, but with the advent of children, felt we shouldn't keep it out in the open. Children should develop their own ideas about submission and dominance and not have it thrust upon them. The area is now divided up and used as a place to exercise and a kids play room. It would be nice if something looked like one thing, but had a different purpose entirely. We'll sometimes use the chin up bar as a suspension point, but other than that, it's usually over a knee."

"I didn't think of the effect on children. I can see your point. I don't necessarily want my child knowing what's going on in the basement either. I might want to sell the other one I have and consider children friendly alternatives. The one I have is pretty obvious. It incorporates stocks, suspension points, punishment benches, and St. Andrews cross. It comes apart fairly easily, but it's obvious what it is when put together."

"Can you send me a picture of it," Sam said. "I'd like to take a look. Give me your phone number and I'll send you my contact information."

I did so and received a quick response. I added Sam to my address book.

Chantelle came out and addressed us. "Masters, Mistress, dinner is served."

Everyone followed her inside. There was a large dining area, but not everyone could be seated at once, so some of the slaves filled their plates with food and went to their rooms or back outside or anywhere else they could find a seat. I had Julia sit in my lap. Lisa got a chair. Both Marcia and Chantelle knelt beside their Master and he fed them both. It was interesting to see how similarly we treated our slaves, since I'd never been around anyone else except for Mistress Dark. Brianna didn't feed anyone. They all ate on their own.

The food was exceptional. I'd never eaten anything this good outside a restaurant. Chantelle really was a marvel inside the kitchen. If she fucked as good as she cooked, Sam was an extremely lucky man and he said Chantelle was only the second best cock sucker he knew, saying only his wife was better.

After the dessert had been served and eaten, I began playing with Julia's pussy, intending to bring her to orgasm.

"Master," she whispered, arching into my hand, "you're going to make me cum in front of all these people?"

"Of course I am," I said. "Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time."

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