A Taste of Slavery Ch. 26

There we showed them to the equipment we used for Mondays. Pull downs, pull ups, presses, the whole works. We told them to start with weights light enough to do at least three sets of ten with only a half minutes rest between each set. With both of them, it was fairly light.

"Neither of us wants to become bulky like true weight lifters," I said. "Bulk comes from doing heavier weights fewer times. Strength comes from doing lighter weights more times. When you can do three sets of ten easily, start making the sets longer, fifteen, then twenty, and finally twenty-five. When twenty-five becomes easy, adjust the weight upward to where you're starting with sets of ten again. Eventually, you'll want to quit adding weight because you've reached the look you're comfortable with and all you want to do is maintain your strength," I said.

"The routine we're on means on the whole, the muscle groups we work on get a weeks rest between major workouts. They still get worked some doing the other exercises, like the rowing machine will work your arms and shoulders in addition to your back, but it will be relatively less work than we do today," Lisa added. "The cardio we do burns calories and sheds pounds, and the weight work makes us stronger and gives us more definition where we want it."

"I'm going to need to check with my OB about my routines, next time I see her," I said. "I know some of this needs to get adjusted for me as I get heavier from my pregnancy."

Just mentioning my OB, I suddenly realized I'd not called her about being branded. I mentally added it to the list of things I needed to do tomorrow. As my next appointment was next week. I could wait until then, I suppose. It was nine-thirty when we got home. Master was already in bed, reading stuff on his iPad. Lisa and I took a shower and joined him.

"I got a reminder I have to take 40 hours of continuing education credits in the next six weeks to maintain my contractor's license," he said. "I've looked at what's available locally and nothing interested me, but there's a class in LA I'd love to take starting on Monday."

"You'd be gone a whole week, Master?" I asked.

"Probably leave on Sunday considering the drive and get a motel to stay at for the week. Come back on Friday night."

"You'll miss my next OB appointment, Master."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I've taken classes similar to the one's they're offering in Fresno and I don't want to repeat myself. Obviously, Lisa can go with you to the doctors."

"Of course, but we'll miss you terribly, sir. You know how needy we get without cock."

"I won't put any restrictions on your sex with each other, except it must be between 6 PM to midnight. Other than that, you may do as you please."

"Thank you, Master." I paused, thinking. I hesitated, knowing I might be foolish to suggest it, but he was my Master and his well being was my responsibility as his slave. "Instead of staying at a motel; why don't you consider staying at Brianna's. You know Master Sam has a spare bedroom unless he has other guests. I'm sure they'd welcome you as a guest."

Master appeared to consider the implications of what I was offering. Every one of us knew he could fuck other slaves. His former girlfriend was there. Fortunately, most of the slaves were lesbian except for Sam's and he said he wasn't sharing. Still, someone might offer, especially Zoe. I knew there was another slave there who appreciated cock. I think her name was Dawn and she'd been Brianna's replacement slave when Chantelle left Brianna for Sam. Still, it would save a bunch of money and if I or Lisa couldn't care for Master's needs, another slave could.

"I could check with them," Master said, eyeing me.

"I think you should, sir," I said, my expression bland and emotionless. After all, I would have Lisa. It's not as if I'd do without sex, only without Master's wonderful cock.

Master nodded and dialed Zoe first. He put the phone on speaker so we'd all be privy to the conversation.

"Hello, Scott. To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?"

"Hi, Zoe. I have to take continuing education credits to maintain licensure. There's nothing in Fresno I really want to take, but there is a class in LA I'd love. It's next week. Julia suggested I check with Brianna and Sam to see if I could stay the week there, arriving on Sunday evening, and coming back home after class on Friday."

"Sam is here. Did you want to ask him if his room was available?"

"I thought I should generally check with Brianna first since it's her estate, then check with Sam."

"We're all out here by the pool. I can put you on speaker."

"Please."

Zoe put it on speaker and said to the others, "You're on the phone with Scott Rivers."

"Hello, Scott," Brianna said, "what's up?"

"I need continuing education credits to maintain my contractor's license and there's a class I'd very much like to take being offered in LA next week. If it's not too much of an imposition, I wondered if I might stay on your estate at Sam's place if he still has a spare room at the moment."

"Sure, you can have the room," Sam said. "Will you bringing your two delightful slaves with you?"

"Not this trip. I'm going to be busy and Julia has another baby doctor appointment next week, plus they're working on a bondage bed frame for an Alaskan King mattress we're getting."

"Really?" Brianna asked. "How far along are you?"

"Pretty much done except for another coat of varnish."

"Could you show it to me?" Brianna asked, "turn it into a FaceTime call?"

"Sure," Master said. "Let me hang up and FaceTime Zoe right back."

"Please do."

Master hung up and we went downstairs. He started the call. Then while Lisa held the camera, Master hooked me up to all the bondage stations he'd created on the bed frame. One after the other. Naturally, as he did so, I became soaking wet, slave slut that I was. I think the others could see the evidence of my arousal as he posed me. He left me hanging on the St. Andrews cross which pulled out from under the bed when he'd finished demonstrating.

"I'll pay you $10,000 for another just like it," Brianna said.

My jaw dropped. So did Lisa's. We wouldn't even have MD's 30% sales fee to contend with.

"I'd be willing to sell one for $9000 since you're letting me stay there next week," Master said. It was the right thing to offer.

"I'll take another," Sam said. "I've been looking at getting an Alaskan King as well. We're a little snug in our King Size and Chantelle has been making hints she'd like to get preggers in the next couple years, before her father and mother get too old to enjoy grandkids."

$18,000 dollars. After Master took out for materials, we'd have close to $8,000 to split between Lisa and I with two more beds. Not to mention the furniture Mistress Dark was currently selling. I was feeling better and better about our business venture. Of course, we probably wouldn't get as much for bed frames for smaller size mattresses, but they wouldn't take as long to do either.

"I'll see you on Sunday then," Master said. "Thanks for letting me stay there."

"No problem," Brianna said. "See you later, Scott," Sam said. Zoe mentioned, "Master Scott, we can discuss the work I've done on your contract when you arrive. You might be able to bring it home with you when you leave."

They hung up and Master examined me, his spread eagled slave.

"I'd like to whip you, Julia. Would you object?" Master asked. "It's for nothing you've done. I simply wish to do so, you look so helpless and delicious right now."

"No, Master," I whimpered, practically cumming already, just fastened there.

"Lisa, please get me my whip," he said, his cock starting to swell.

"Yes, Master." She disappeared with haste.

Master approached me, and I had a small orgasm, panting hard, apologizing to Master for cumming without permission, almost quivering with need. He cupped my mound and shoved two fingers inside me and my orgasm strengthened and lengthened. I moaned like the bitch in heat I was. "Fuck."

Master smiled. "You love this, don't you slave."

"Yes, Master." I was humping his hand unashamedly.

He pulled them out fed me his fingers, dripping with my fluids. I sucked them clean, tasting myself.

Lisa returned with the whip and handed it to him. He shook out the strands, tested it on himself, then smacked me on my stomach; a delicious mixture of stinging pain and pleasant warmth. Up to my breasts, taut, crinkled, peaked nipples, aimed at him. Indrawn breath, a whimper, a moan, more heat, flowing down to my cunt. A switch across my mound, red streaks, more heat, more wetness, another moan. Then measured strokes all up and down the front of my body from the tops of my boobs to my knees. Fifteen then twenty. Me melting, panting, an inferno of desire. Finally done and he bent his knees to get his cock aimed at my cunt and thrust upwards, and I screamed, cumming. I hadn't screamed for any of the stripes crisscrossing my body, but screaming for his cock, so good, so big, so perfect. It was a lengthy climax, riding his thrusts, moaning at his touch, his fevered lips on mine. I couldn't kiss him fast enough. Everything ideal, my idea of heaven, cumming on Master's cock.

He climaxed, flooding my cunt with his cum and I orgasmed with him, breathing hard, on edge. His pulses over, he pulls out of me, our fluids leaking down my legs, rivulets of our love. Lisa pouncing on his cock, cleaning him, keeping him hard. Pushing her face at my cunt, ordering her to lick me clean, then plunging into her while she's bent over, clinging to my hips, gasping, licking, kissing. I climaxed again, shortly before she did, her panting breath hot on my bare pussy as Master ravished her. If I'd died at that moment, I couldn't imagine a better way to go. Tied to a cross, Master's cum leaking from my cunt, Lisa's tongue on me while Master pounded into her. Some moments just too perfect, too special to last. Lisa cumming again as Master arched into her, filling her as he'd filled me, Lisa's whimpers of pleasure music to my ears.

"Fuck," Master moaned.

"Don't you mean, double fuck, sir," Lisa said. "You didn't stop at one."

I laughed. "Someone needs to release me," I said. "Master, may I say that was the finest whipping and fucking I've ever had. It's hard to believe the sex is getting even better."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Just thinking of the two orders we have is wonderful," Lisa said. "It means we have a real shot of making this a successful business. Master, we may have to incorporate or do some type of limited partnership."

"I'll discuss our options with Zoe while I'm in LA," he replied, finally starting to unfasten my legs, which he was doing before my arms. Before he released my hands, he caressed my breasts and kissed me. "I'll order the supplies for the next couple beds tomorrow. Another thing you may wish to do is take a lot of pictures of the finished product and develop instructions for putting it together from a kit, and forward them to Mistress Dark. We can't just make a bunch of specific bed frames. Mistress Dark will have to take orders for specific sizes. The plans my have to change slightly for other sizes. A St. Andrews Cross may not fit under anything smaller than a Queen. We'll also need to develop prices based upon the different sizes and perhaps options. I was thinking of a small cage under the bed, plus some of the other things you showed me, accessories and add ons. I'll try to develop plans for other size beds while you girls are exercising every evening."

When I was finally released, I had to clean his cock of his and Lisa's cum which I was happy to do. Both flavors were quite familiar and beloved to me now. I also owed Lisa two orgasms according to Master, though it seemed it should be three. He told me I could take care of her while we were in bed.

Master watched me pleasure Lisa when we were in bed. He started getting hard again watching us. We offered to take care of his erection, but he declined saying he needed to sleep. Lisa and Master licked her cum off my face when I finished, so I wouldn't wear it all night.

As we lay in bed after, I said, "It's possible we might have to have help sooner rather than later with our business. I'm getting fatter and it will soon be harder for me to move around."

"Did you have anyone in mind?" Master asked.

"Our friends to start," I replied. "Reneé could do it if she wants more money than she makes as a sales clerk. Her hours might more closely align with ours, which would make Jerry happy. If Chen were to move next door and Janet and he becomes a couple, it would be very convenient for her to come from there to our house."

"They haven't even been on a second date yet, and you think they could become an item?"

"It's possible. She accepted a first date with him knowing some of his back story and agreed to go out with him again. Chen is a very nice man who would be perfect for her. It may not happen, but it could."

"How would you want to pay them?" Master asked.

"We could offer them a choice of the percentage of the profits as we get, or $15 per hour. Their choice, perhaps a combination of the above, so they know they can depend on a paycheck, and a smaller percentage of the profits. We've already got approximately four weeks work right now without taking any further orders. I suspect business could boom once we get organized. We may even want to have our own web site and take over the sale of the items ourselves once we really get going."

"Yes, if orders increase," Master said. "Neither one of them probably knows fuck all about wood working."

"Neither did I when I started," Lisa said. "Julia still doesn't trust me to use the saws or other dangerous equipment, but I can measure, drill, screw, and hammer, and anyone can sand, stain and varnish."

"All slaves can screw," Master said, teasing.

"All slaves can fuck," Lisa retorted, "not all slaves can screw."

"It's your business," Master said. "You can do as you like, but you may want to wait until you start getting more orders in before hiring more help."

"Thank you, Master," I said. "We'll have some preliminary discussions with Reneé tomorrow. No promises, but explore whether she's even interested."

"As you wish. It's time to go to sleep now."

We both snuggled up against Master, and I fell asleep listening to his breathing.

******

SCOTT

I was very pleasantly surprised to find out we had two more furniture orders. And we'd effectively set the price for the Alaskan King bed frame at $10,000. The fucking we had afterward was inspired. As I drifted off to sleep, I also thought about spending a week in LA. Some absolutely beautiful women at Brianna's. I know Julia had hesitated before suggesting I stay there, and I could see why. All that perfect female flesh, but she shouldn't worry over much. They were all lesbians except for Sam's two and he said he didn't like sharing either. It really did seem as though my slaves could have a good business making bondage furniture. I thought of some possible names for the company. Bondage Babes, Bondage R' Us, all of the names I could think of pretty lame.

After ordering the materials for two more beds frames, I told Jerry on Tuesday he'd be on his own next week as I needed to take a forty hour refresher for my contracting license. I also told him he might want to get his own general contractor's license. Be good for him as a partner.

"When would I take classes?" he asked.

"In the evenings after work. You could leave early if you needed to be at class by a specific time."

"Shit I just got a slave I want to fuck all the time and I have to surrender more of my time to non-fucking matters."

I laughed. "They are delightful creatures, aren't they."

"Hell, yes. I was disappointed she was working out until 9:30. I'm almost ready to tell her to forget about exercise; I'll give her more than enough exercise."

"If you start taking classes, it will give her something to do while you're in class."

Jerry laughed. "The things you have to do to get ahead in this world."

"I know, right? Leave a sexy slave or two at home while you work. It's a bitch. I have to leave mine for a week, so don't squawk too loudly about a couple fucking hours."

"Why not take them with you?" Jerry asked.

"I can't give them any time anyway, between classes and studying, plus Julia has another doctor appointment next week, and they're going to be very busy with their work."

"What work are they doing?"

"Bondage furniture. They just got an $18,000 order."

"No shit? Like that thing you built when Julia's slavery started?"

"We sold that. This order is for bed frames; two."

"Two bed frames, for eighteen grand?"

"Actually, twenty. I'm giving them a discount because I'm staying with them next week."

"Twenty grand, for two bed frames only; no mattresses?"

"It's more than a bed frame, it's bondage furniture. You can't just walk into a furniture store and buy the shit. It's not mass produced. Plus, it's for really big beds."

"For that price, it should be fifty feet by fifty feet."

"Only nine by nine. You ignored the rest of that. Where's the competition? Who else is going to build stuff like that? Actually, Julia and Lisa were thinking of adding some help. They were thinking of asking if Reneé was interested."

"Reneé doesn't know woodworking."

"Neither did Lisa. To start, she'd mostly do sanding, staining and varnish. It's not that hard or complex. What does she earn at the store?"

"I don't know."

"The good part would be she'd never be working any hours other than what my own slaves would be working; no evenings, no weekends, nothing to interfere with your activities."

"You should have led with that," Jerry laughed. "I don't care where she works if she's available whenever I want her."

"Have you spanked Reneé yet?" I asked.

"A couple times, not very hard. I don't want to scare her off before making her slavery permanent."

"Big mistake. It's never permanent in the sense you're thinking. She can always end her slavery. You should spank her as hard as you'd like to do so she can establish hard limits for her slavery. How hard, how many, with what, hands, paddle, whip."

"I don't know how to do that," he replied.

"She's coming over to exercise tonight. I'd be happy to demonstrate how to do it. We can even use The Enforcer and a whip if you would ever consider using a paddle or whip."

"I'm not sure."

"Leave it up to Reneé whether she'd be willing to accept either one. The submissive always gets to establish her own hard and soft limits. It's never up to you to decide what they should be."

"I'll ask her beforehand; see what she wants to do."

"You do that. I'll feed you, so you don't feel left out."

The day went quickly. Soon it was time to leave. Jerry told me he'd see me in a few and left, as did I. When I got home, I told my slaves Jerry was coming over tonight, with the expectation of learning how to properly spank or whip Reneé. I said I'd demonstrate the techniques on one of them and since I'd done Julia last, I expected to do Lisa today. She was readily agreeable. They reminded me I'd promised Janet we wouldn't be naked for yoga and swimming if she was here. It was disappointing but understandable. Since Lisa was going to be the one punished, Julia sucked me dry. Then everyone put on clothes so as not to offend Janet. They'd already eaten, and I was waiting for Jerry to come so I could eat with him.

Jerry arrived a little before the women who were coming straight from work. My slaves each kissed him when he arrived, and offered him a drink. He took a beer. I think he was disappointed at not finding them naked. I noticed his dismay and told him since Janet was exercising with them and she wasn't a slave and not expected to go naked, they were trying to make her more comfortable in our home. Jerry understood.