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On the way home, they pulled into a diner, though both were full of Helene’s terrific breakfast, they both needed to talk. Over coffee, they had a hearttoheart.
“Rose as fun as that was, I’m not sure that is the life for us.”
“I’m glad you said that. I had a blast, but do I want to be given to some rando every week? I know that if you chose that for me, it would be. But if it was up to me?”
“I know what you mean. Holidays, special occasions, birthdays, those will be the days we experiment. Helene was fantastic, but I couldn’t keep her happy regularly. You and I, Rose, inhabit the world of slavery, but we are currently sitting on the lip of the pool dangling our toes in the water.”
“I don’t mind getting wet once in a while.”
“You are mine, Rose. There must be a damn good reason to share you, not just because there’s another slave owner in the room who wants to swap.”
“Rick’s a terrific guy, but I prefer you, Ben.”
“It’s nice that we are on the same page, Rose.”
They smiled at each other.
“Before we go home, let’s do a little shopping. Didn’t you say it was close to your kid’s birthdays?”
“Ben!”
By the end of the day, the packages were on their way to Rose’s old address. Included in the package was a thumb drive with two video messages. In one, Rose was dressed in momwear and gave Conor and Gretchen personal greetings before singing Happy Birthday and signing off by blowing them a kiss. The video message meant only for Doug, contained a dozen luminous nude photos of Rose and a short video clip that Ben had taken accentuating her new toned and shapely figure. Over these Ben stated things like, “She is mine now. She sucks and fucks on my command. She will never be your wife again.” And so forth. Rose helped Ben write the script so that it would have maximum impact on Doug and multiply his sense of loss. Rose felt a new connection to Ben after that.
**
“Hey, Rose, sweetheart, this is us!”
Ben held up a copy of “The Atlantic” magazine. The article was called “Quiet Slavery” and was a profile of couples like Rose and Ben. Couples, in which one half wore a collar but who did not participate in the hedonistic slave lifestyle to any great extent. Rose read the article with rapt attention.
“At least there’s a name for us, although I don’t think I come across as especially quiet.”
“Not between the sheets, you don’t!”
“Oh, Ben!”
They exchanged kisses. Life went on.
A week or so later Ben excitedly announced, “Rose, remember that article about “Quiet Slavery? Well, a couple just like us moved in a few miles away. They are both about our age. I found them through the Master Server database on the internet. His name is Walter and hers is Michelle. They are still moving in. I thought they could use a break, so I invited them for dinner. Make something nice but not too fancy.”
“Between that and getting ready, I don’t have time for anything else!”
The house was spotless as the cleaners had been in the day before. Rose straightened the kids’ toys. They had left that morning for a scout camping trip, leaving detritus in their wake.
She took a shower and asked Ben how she should dress.
“Casual. I want this as lowkey a thing as possible.”
**
She stood, in khaki shorts and a floral blouse, just inside the door, tucked under Ben’s arm. The doorbell rang. Michelle was a striking blonde with hazel eyes and a distinctive nose. She wore jeans and a tee shirt and was obviously freshly showered. Walter was tall, taller than Ben, darkhaired, with a neatly trimmed beard, handsome features, and expressive large brown eyes. Michelle gawked at Ben.
“You’ll forgive me for not knowing all the protocols,” said Michelle humbly, “I’ve only been a slave for a few months.”
“No problem,” returned Ben softly. “Rose, show Michelle what to do.”
Rose fell to her knees and liberated Walter’s cock from his trousers. The big man was big everywhere.
“Oh, yeah!” stated Michelle. She squatted before Ben and gave him an almost satisfactory blowjob. Almost immediately after they were in the living room sipping coffee. There were introductions all around. Ben and Walter talked about the Atlantic article and how it had created a Quiet Slavery substack on the Master Server.
Michelle tugged nervously at her collar. To put her at ease, Rose recounted how she had gone from suburban mom to slave in a single long weekend. Michelle breathed a sigh of relief, slowly, haltingly at first, she shared her enslavement tale.
“I bet against the stock market with my body. I convinced my business partners to launch an IPO. They were hesitant and didn’t agree with my sunny financials. I thought I took a sucker bet. To cover the costs of launching the IPO I used myself as collateral. I figured that since our stock was sure to be an instant hit, I’d get the money back almost immediately. Only our stock hit the NASDAQ with such a thud it was heard at the school for the deaf! “The Wall Street Journal” called it quote, “The most misbegotten launch in hi.” I was on the hook for quite a substantial sum with no way to pay it off. The bank came to claim me as I was sitting on the toilet next to my office peeing! Walter purchased me out of receivership.”
“Yeah, I don’t go to her for business advice,” deadpanned Walter.
“That’s certainly different from my experience,” said Rose.
“Trust me, bankers are the worst! They restrained me, cut my clothes off, collared me, shaved me, and had me tattooed in one smooth operation. They kept me naked twentyfourseven until I was sold and housed me in a cage like I was an animal!”
“That sounds awful!” said Rose sympathetically.
“The worst part was when my business partners came to the bank’s holding pen to ogle and mock me in person! That was the worst part!”
Walter placed his hand on Michelle’s thigh. “Michelle’s company canceled their IPO but only a few months later they made a massive breakthrough in their software. They relaunched their IPO. If Michelle had only waited, she’d now be rich enough to own me!”
“Walter is a good sport and doesn’t rub it in, for which I’m grateful.”
“Yeah, Michelle has had a hard nine months; but she is taking to the collar well. When Ben reached out to me on the Master Server, I realized that all four of us have a lot in common. I doubt I’d own a slave if that slave wasn’t Michelle. I do have to say, I enjoy being a Master.”
“I’ve discovered my submissive side,” added Michelle softly.
There was a long silence as everyone appreciated the profundity of the conversation.
“Dinner is ready to be served. Can you give me a hand, Michelle?”
The two women exited the room.
Ben looked at Walter and said, “Michelle is a real peach.”
“Same goes for your Rose.”
The two Masters shared a rooting interest in the same sports teams and their business and investment interests had lots in common. They fell into easy and soon, very familiar conversation.
It was only after they had been talking a while that Walter asked, “Hey shouldn’t we be eating?”
Ben called for Rose who entered the room sheepishly.
“Dinner is on the table. Michelle and I got into a long bit of girl slave talk.”
“About what?”
Rose took a breath and released it.
“About being shared. Her old life was so vanilla it makes mine look like Tuttifrutti!”
“Thanks for your honesty, Rose. We’ll discuss that and other things over dinner.”
Everyone settled around the table, glasses were clinked in a toast and Ben opened with,
“As an older and wiser Slave Master said to me, I now ask you Walter and Michelle, what do you want out of slavery?”
There was a long silence before Michelle said softly, “I want to obey Walt. He’s easy to like and he’s kind to me. I don’t want to be exploited or abused.”
Walter followed up with, “I want, Michelle, respectful, obedient, and always willing. I don’t want to be a hard guy or crush her personality. I told her that I would not share her unless we both agreed on the Master. Perhaps that gives her more power than she should have, but that’s how we roll.”
Ben took in the table.
“So far, I’ve only shared Rose once. We both learned a lot from it. A big thing that we learned is that we treasure each other, and sharing shouldn’t be for the sake of sharing. We understand your conflict.”
Walter and Michelle nodded.
“After dinner, we will get acquainted; nothing too threatening or perverse. I do hope that at the very least, Walter lets me see Michelle naked. We live so close to each other that we can go slowly. There isn’t all the falderal of driving hundreds of Kilometers and being stuck in a strange house with a couple you barely know and expected to perform like a porn star.”
“Thank you, Master Ben!” enthused Michelle.
Dinner was pleasant all four folks around the table were stunned by the many things they had in common.
After dinner, they played spin the bottle like a quartet of teenagers. It was exhilarating.
The game ended with Ben, and, Michelle, and, Walter and Rose occupying different couches.
“You’re a terrific guy, Ben.”
“Thank you. I suspect that you are a terrific slave, but I’d have to inspect you thoroughly to be positive.”
“I’ve learned how to striptease for Walt.”
“Really? Maybe you can teach that to Rose.”
“Get a few more drinks into me…”
“I’ll make sure it’s OK with Walt first.”
“Wow! Are you a liberal Master.!”
“You’ll change your tune if Walter ever gifts you to me!” he followed this comment with a wink and a wolf leer.
Ben, as host, always had the floor.
“Master, Walter, Slave Rose, we need to discuss something.”
Rose and Walter paid attention.
“Michelle tells me that she’s skilled at striptease. I told her I would ask permission of Walter before I asked her to perform.”
Walter replied, “She’s talented. I say Michelle can perform if, after she’s finished, I get to undress Rose.”
“Done!”
Ben picked up the remote to his stereo system and clicked on a CD that had a steady beat and sharp melody.
Michell stood for a long moment, took a deep breath, and began to dance. Ben noted how well she moved. No simple course in stripping gave her that kind of grace and poise. Ben understood that, at some point, Michelle must have had some formal dance training. She was built like a ballerina. Ben no longer noticed that she was blonde.
She kicked off her shoes and sensually tugged off her tee shirt. Her lacy white bra was just opaque enough for Ben to spy her light brown areolas and pinktipped nipples. The jeans came off millimeter by millimeter revealing a lacy white thong. Michelle tossed the jeans in Ben’s direction. Like a skilled pro, Michelle turned coquettish, and playfully unhooked and toyed with her bra. Sensing when her teasing of the audience had reached its limit, she flung her arms wide and displayed her mighty fine modestsized breasts. After moving in just her thong for a while and miming spins around a pole, she stepped close to Ben and tugged off her lacy white thong, her shaven was right at Ben’s eye level. She stepped back and bowed. The audience of three burst into applause and cheers. Not bothering to redress she kissed Walter before returning to Ben’s side and accepting his kiss.
Walter faced Rose and said, “My turn! Stand up. It has been a while since I unwrapped a present.”
Rose stood as did Walter. He faced her, and they kissed deeply. Slowly, and romantically he parted the buttons of Rose’s blouse. He slid it off her shoulders and down her long arms. Immediately after, he unhooked her black bra. He admired Rose’s fine tits. Rose was nearly a decade older than Michelle, but that made no difference to him. He undid Rose’s belt and opened her khaki shorts. They slid down her long legs and she stepped out of them. He embraced her once more. After much passionate necking, his hands went to her hips, and he tugged down her panties. Rose was perfection in Walter’s eyes. She stepped out of her sandals. Both Rose and Walter spied Micelle and Ben on the couch, already they were making love.
Rose pressed her finger to Walter’s lips and took his hand to lead him to the guest bedroom. Once the door closed behind them, Rose asked, “How can I serve you, master?”
**
“Kids time for sunblock!”
“Aww, Rose!” whined Ben’s oldest son.
“You’re not our mom!” echoed the younger one.
“Tough toenails! You’ll thank me when you’re forty don’t develop skin cancer. Now come here and let me coat you.”
The boys sighed but fell in line. After a fresh coating of waterproof sunblock, Rose allowed them to run free.
“You are so good with them, Rose,” put in Michelle.
“They remind me of my own.”
“I’m sure you miss them.”
“Every day!”
A beach official showed up with a barcode reader in his hands.
“Sorry ladies. I’m required by law to scan all unescorted slaves. Where are your masters?”
Michelle pointed in the distance. “Surfing.”
“All well and good. I still have to check you out.”
Michelle sighed and rose from her chair. Her slave bikini had a window to display her barcode. The lowlevel official scanned her rump, and the reader beeped.
“Oh, you belong to Walt Kaine! Great guy! Grew up with him summers here. He must be doing well to afford such a beautiful slave.”
“Are you finished?” asked Michelle in an annoyed voice.
“Sure. He stepped towards Rose. Presumptuously, he wiped sand from Rose’s butt so that his reader could get a clear reading. Rose took a deep breath and started counting to ten.
“OK, your owner, Mr. Shibe is registered as a guest of Walt. I’ll let you two ladies alone now.”
As soon as the short, squat man was out of view, Michelle opined, “I hate those butt readers!”
“Amen, sister, amen.”
“It really ruins a beautiful day like this.”
“Let’s not think about that. Ben, me, and the kids are so happy you invited us down for the summer.”
“No problem. It’s how Walt grew up. Buying the house his parents owned when they couldn’t care for it anymore was a nobrainer. Do you know they turn the traffic lights off in this place in the winter?”
“Really?”
“Yep!”
“Fascinating!”
Michelle took a seltzer out of the ice chest and passed one to Rose.
“A toast to the best year and a half ever!”
“I will certainly drink to that!”
Rose contemplated the past eighteen months. She and Ben and Michelle and Walter had gotten on beyond intimate terms with each other. What had started as a onetime gettogether had developed into a mutual admiration society. Rose and Michelle had traded owners for weeks at a time. On many nights all four shared one bed. Walt and Ben had even messed around with each other occasionally. Each couple became an extension of the other’s life. Rose knew all of Walt’s kinks and desires. Michelle knew all of Ben’s. With Walt’s encouragement, she had darkened her hair to a deep red so that Ben would appreciate her more. A summer of relaxing, deep tans, and mutually satisfying all around was too good an opportunity to pass up.
“I am so not looking forward to returning to Pennsylvania at the end of the week.”
“We’ll still have weekends until October. Even though Walt does well. He has to spend some time managing his investments and family business.”
“Yeah, it’s been difficult for Ben to run his contracting business remotely, but he managed it. He has to actually be onsite sometimes and has to interview and sweet talk new clients.”
There was a long pause before Michelle spoke.
“I love that trick you taught me.”
“Which one?”
“The double cum load, where I suck off Walt and then suck off Ben and swallow both loads at once!”
The suntanned brunette laughed.
“I got the idea from one of Ben’s pornos. I do it better than the babe in the movie!”
“To think, I had to be enslaved to find my sister from another mother!”
“Right back at ya, girl.”
“We’ve got good men.”
“That we do. I imagine slavery sucks for most women.”
“We’ll never have to know.”
“Amen!”
The two kissed. Rose had no problems being bi for Michelle nor Michelle being bi for Rose.
At the end of the week, they closed Walter’s beach house and returned to the Lehigh Valley in Pennsylvania. The fall foliage was just beginning to turn. Everyone wondered what life would bring them hoping for more of the same.
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