"Leashes?" wondered Laura. Each was to receive a chain collar for training, which created images of dog obedience training in their minds. Pierre even recommended matching jeweled collars. "The boy could make an interesting looking girl and we could display them together in that kind of collar." Steve felt his stomach turn at the idea.
"These would look very erotic with good hoops," offered Pierre as his fingers rolled Laura's nipples back and forth. Monique said that she had also heard of piercing a man's cock but she was not sure how that worked. Tattoos were a possibility too, according to Pierre. "We could have our names tattooed onto them to mark them as our property in case they ever got lost." Monique laughed.
"Perhaps we should just brand them." Both slaves shuddered as they heard that comment. They deferred a decision on body piercings and other markings to another day, much to the relief of the two slaves.
"We should give one to Katherine for her stay," was the next suggestion provided by Monique. They debated whether she would prefer a girl toy or a boy toy and thought about letting her choose. In the end, they decided to alternate the slaves from day to day to let her enjoy both. The owners would have to make due with one slave between them until their daughter left for school again.
"We might want to unveil them at the party. It could be their public debut."
This was Pierre's idea and Monique readily agreed but it sent a chill down Laura's spine. "I think they should serve the guests before and during dinner and then they could be the entertainment later in the evening."
"Definitely ropes," decided Monique. She had decided that Laura would look erotic with her hands bound behind her back and was debating whether to use ropes or handcuffs. She concluded that silken rope would look best and would even allow them to bind her at the elbows. Laura winced as she thought about how uncomfortable that would be.
"We need clamps," determined Pierre as he lifted Steve's cock to his belly and gripped the slave's balls. They discussed the types of clamps and how they could be used. Again, they decided on an assortment of clamps plus something that could be fastened at the base of Steve's scrotum for hanging weights.
Pierre tightened his fingers around the base of the male's scrotum and squeezed as he also tugged downward, stretching Steve's balls away from his body and causing him to suck in his breath.
The ordeal ended at last and the two owners returned to their chairs. "It's still early," commented Pierre. "Should we sample their wares?"
"I'm not sure that they've earned that yet, love," replied Monique. "But an exhibition might be in order."
"Steve, down on your back," Monique commanded. Steve quickly glanced around and chose the Persian rug instead of the hardwood. He lay down on his back and then started to stroke his cock to harden it since it had lost some concentration as he repositioned himself.
Monique stood again and went to Laura, reaching around her waist and hugging her as she, once again, kissed her passionately. Again, Laura blushed deeply at the uninvited intimacy.
"Come, pet," instructed Monique as she urged Laura forward toward her reclining husband. Monique positioned her slavegirl over Steve's hips and she had her own feet on either side of his chest. She kissed Laura again and used her hands to urge Laura's body lower and lower. When Laura's sex was positioned just above the tip of Steve's shaft, Monique stopped the downward movement. She reached out and claimed the cock in her hand before pressing downward on Laura's shoulder, letting the wife slowly impale herself upon her husband.
With her hands at Laura's waist, Monique controlled the tempo. She also took advantage of the nearness and stole another passionate kiss. Once she was satisfied that Laura had picked up on the tempo, she released the girl and stood up, returning to her chair to watch the married couple put on an erotic demonstration for her and Pierre.
Laura thought she would die of embarrassment. To have her entire body exposed to and examined by others was bad enough. But to be having sex in front of others like cheap pornographic actors was humiliating.
On top of that, she was beginning to become disgusted with her body for the way it was betraying her so completely. She had never kissed another woman before and never had a desire to. But when Monique kissed her, it sent electricity through her. When Monique had so indecently probed her sex, it sent thrills through her. And as she watched Monique suckle on her breasts, the only thing that registered in her mind was how erotic it looked and the only thing that registered elsewhere in her body was the clenching of her sex. "How can my body be such a slut?" she wondered.
Now she was moving up and down on her husband's cock feeling his thick shaft moving in and out of her so deliciously. She was so ashamed at the way she was feeling that she could not look at her husband. Instead, she kept her gaze locked on a point on the far wall as she lifted and lowered her body.
"Do not cum," commanded Pierre. "We want to save that for later. In fact, you are never allowed to cum without permission."
Steve groaned when he heard the instructions. He had been watching his blushing bride slide up and down his cock and enjoying the way her luscious breasts bounced and swayed with every movement. He knew that he was only minutes away from climaxing. Now he would have to concentrate on something else. He ended up focusing on a spot on the ceiling and trying to think of work to distract himself.
"Stop!" came the command from Monique after about fifteen minutes of the exquisite torture. She held a hand out to Laura and helped her stand up on shaky legs. Again, the owner kissed the slavegirl and, again, unwanted thrills shot through Laura's body.
"You are such a good girl," she cooed into Laura's lips as her hand claimed one of the girl's breasts and squeezed lovingly. "Now go to Pierre."
Laura felt her pulse quicken and her face burn again. She knew that this would eventually happen but she had hoped against hope that it wouldn't. When she got to her master, he simply patted his lap and held out his arms. Laura quickly interpreted the nonverbal command and slid into his lap, feeling his arms close around her.
For what seemed like an eternity, she felt his hands caressing her nudity as his lips engulfed hers in a lengthy and passionate kiss. "You are so beautiful," he said. "So erotic. You are our most prized possession."
Finally, he slid her off his lap to kneel before him. "Open it, little one," he instructed her as he gazed into his lap. Again, she was able to interpret the command and, with shaking hands, pull the zipper of his pants down.
"Take it out," was the next command. Her hands were trembling terribly as she reached into his pants and pulled out his already erect member, gasping as it came fully into view. It was hard to tell, but she thought that Pierre's cock might even be bigger than her husbands.
A voice inside of her screamed at the indignities that she was being forced to endure and that she was sure she was about to experience. This was somebody else's nightmare. Surely it couldn't be hers. She was a happily married woman who had been chatting with her husband about starting a family just last week.
Now, everything was turned upside down. It was not fair at all! But, while one part of her brain was protesting, the other side recognized that it was either these indignities or poverty, and she was definitely not ready for poverty.
"Kiss it," he instructed. Obediently, she leaned forward and planted her lips on the tip of his member. She planted little kisses around the huge bulb and then more kisses along the length of the shaft. When her lips returned to the tip, she felt his hand on the back of her head pressing downward. Reluctantly, she parted her lips and felt the enormous cock slide slowly into her mouth.