Lapse in Judgment

Chapter 4 Test Spin

"We have ways of assisting you, if needed," offered Monique. She had just instructed Steve that he was to be erect at all times, other than immediately following an orgasm. He would be given one hour to recover and regain his hardness. Laura was to remain lubricated at all times.

The couple was standing back to back as Pierre and Monique slowly circled them, pinching or probing occasionally to enjoy the bodies of their slaves. Other than the instruction and the offer of assistance, the two owners talked between themselves about the slaves almost as if the slaves were livestock or inanimate objects.

"I think we should get them matching collars," offered Monique. Then a discussion ensued, culminating in the decision to purchase multiple collars for each of them with at least one set being matched. They would each receive a posture collar. Neither Laura nor Steve knew what that meant, but of them wondered to themselves what was wrong with their posture. Each would receive a leather collar with metal rings so that things could be attached to the rings.

"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.

"Such a sweet mouth," praised Pierre. "Good girl. Keep doing it like that."

Laura continued to move her head up and down on the pole. Occasionally, Pierre would press down on her head urging her to take it deeper into her mouth but there was only so much of it that could fit. Frequently, he praised her and constantly caressed her hair, cheeks and back.

"Look up at me," he commanded. With dread, she raised her eyes to see him smiling down at her, knowing how obscene she must look at the moment with her mouth stretched wide with his massive member disappearing past her lips as she knelt naked between his legs. A wave of shame washed over her and she felt herself blush deeply again.

Eventually, he placed a hand on either side of her face, lifting her off his cock. She obediently kept her eyes on his as she felt the bulb slip past her lips. "Remove my trousers," was his next command.

With her hands still trembling, she fumbled with the belt but eventually managed to unbuckle it. The button was more difficult but it too finally came undone.

Then, she carefully pried his pants down his legs as he lifted himself in the chair to assist her. She removed his shoes and socks and slid the pants completely off, leaving him naked from the waist down.

His erection stood high and proud as his hands helped her stand. He turned her away from him and had her straddle his legs. She closed her eyes in shame knowing what was to happen next. As expected, he placed his hands on her waist and slowly lowered her, guiding her sex to his waiting cock until it was fully embedded in her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the tip graze across her cervix.

With his hands, he started her in the familiar up and down motion until she finally started moving at the desired tempo. It was only at that point that she mustered the courage to open her eyes and subject herself to her husband's disapproving glare.

She did not receive disapproval or even a look from her husband. She should not have been surprised by what she found when she opened her eyes, but she was shocked nevertheless.

Steve was kneeling between the legs of a quite naked Monique and had his back to his wife. Monique smiled over the top of his head at her, causing her to blush again as she realized that Monique was watching her husband impale the slavegirl over and over again. Steve's head moved up and down slightly and it was clear that he was servicing his mistress.

Laura glanced away in embarrassment but found her eyes drawn back to look at Monique. Her mistress was beautiful. Even though Laura was not attracted to other women, she could not help but admire the succulent looking breasts swaying deliciously on Monique's chest and the dreamy smiling face that was right above them.

As if to tempt Laura, Monique raised her right breast and tilted her face down until she was able to kiss her own nipple. Then she lifted her head momentarily and blew a kiss to Laura, sending unwanted thrills through her captive body.

Monique leaned forward again and drew her nipple into her mouth, suckling on it tenderly as her eyes continued to lock on Laura's.

The whole scene seemed too surreal for the young housewife. She had never been interested in other women before and yet, here she was, thinking about how erotic and desirable Monique was. She had never felt a desire to share her husband but she was finding herself thankful that he was providing pleasure to her mistress. And she had never felt a desire to be with another man yet, here she was with Pierre's huge shaft buried deep in her sex with Monique looking on approvingly.

"What will become of us?" she wondered. Her attention had been on Monique this whole time and she had barely even looked at Steve. When she did, however, she noticed that his hands were cuffed behind his back. She wondered what was going through Steve's mind at being so captive and wondered if her mistress would possess her so completely at some point.

At that point, Monique lifted Steve's head and Laura could see that he was also blindfolded. For some reason she could not understand, a new erotic thrill surged through her body causing her to almost climax.

Monique pushed Steve down until he was lying on the floor on his back. Laura watched Steve adjust his arms to accommodate his bindings and then watched her beautiful mistress rise to stand over Steve.

Laura was a whirlwind of emotions as she got to see Monique in all of her naked glory. Her breasts were full and firm, standing proudly on her chest and were clearly larger than Laura's own. Her waist was narrow and her belly was toned, giving her a beautiful hourglass shape. And her legs seemed to go on forever, making her statuesque. She looked like a goddess to the impaled slavegirl.

Monique stood facing Laura, smiling lovingly at her. Then she crossed the room to stand in front of her slavegirl. Her hands claimed the two bobbing breasts and she held them tenderly as she leaned down to kiss Laura. For some reason that Laura did not understand, she willingly parted her lips at the first touch of the kiss and participated eagerly and passionately. She also arched her back, pressing her breasts more tightly into Monique's grip as if making an offering of them.

"You are such a perfect little slavegirl," breathed Monique into Laura's ear.

"I will enjoy owning you." Laura could only moan softly at the gentle words and didn't even flinch at the reminder that she was now the property of this woman.

Monique returned to Steve and lowered herself onto his waiting cock. Steve felt the velvety warmth engulf his shaft and almost climaxed immediately. It would take every bit of concentration to keep from cumming until allowed.

Laura watched her mistress impale herself on her husband's cock and felt another thrill rush through her own body. Then she watched as Monique leaned forward and let her pendulous breasts hover over Steve's face for a moment before letting the nipples graze softly across his lips. Laura moaned softly at the erotic sight of her husband being possessed and teased by their mistress.

Steve also moaned at the same instant. He parted his lips and captured a nipple, suckling on it greedily. This again brought him close to climax so he focused on multiplication tables to take his mind off of what was happening to him.

Laura watched as Monique straightened up again. She saw her mistress reach out and grip Steve's nipples, twisting them slightly back and forth. Steve groaned and bit his lower lip as Laura heard Monique warn him. "Don't you dare cum until you have permission." Laura moaned again.

Monique twisted her body slightly to allow Laura to see Steve's cock as it slid in and out of her. Laura was in a quandary at that point. She was fascinated by the glistening rod that was captured in Monique's sex but her eyes kept returning to her mistress' beautiful breasts and her stunningly gorgeous face.

Her eyes kept moving from one erotic sight to another until Monique reached out and ripped the blindfold off of Steve.

"Look at our other pet," she instructed Steve. He turned to see his wife impaled on her master and saw her body damp with perspiration and flushed with wantonness.

"Cum for us now, little ones," Monique commanded. Simultaneously, four bodies climaxed together to a chorus of moans. Steve felt like he pumped gallons of sperm into his partner and felt her milking gallons more out of him as her sex clenched again and again around his cock as her orgasm continued.

Laura moaned loudly and felt her head loll to the side as her climax overwhelmed her. She went limp as Pierre's seed erupted inside of her body and was like a rag doll as Pierre continued to lift her and lower her on his cock to prolong his own pleasure with her body.

Four bodies lay motionless for quite some time. Eventually, Monique arose from the slaveboy. She crossed the room to help Laura from Pierre's lap and then wrapped her arms around her slavegirl, kissing her greedily.

"You are beautiful," she whispered into Laura's ear at last. "You were born to be a slave."