Chapter 100

• SCOTT
• As surprised as I was when Gwen said she was bringing her husband to our bash, I was even more surprised at the declaration Julia made to Sarah. How much she loved her slavery and knowing in her heart of hearts, she was a slave and had found herself in her slavery. This did not sound like a woman who intended her slavery to end in less than a week. She sounded like she'd found her true calling. How did I feel about that? It had been hard for me to contemplate giving her this experience for three weeks, knowing I would share her with others during that time. How would I feel if it continued past three weeks? As aroused as I might become watching her used by others, there was still the bit of darkness in my soul as she cried out in ecstasy in someone else's arms.
• Almost as surprising was Sarah's declaration she'd reciprocated Julia's pleasuring and watching her lap at her folds after whipping her. She struck me as much heterosexual as I was, and I could never picture myself sharing pleasure with another man. I didn't care if gay men existed in the world; it meant more women for the rest of us, but it wasn't an experience I ever pictured for myself. On the other hand, I realized my beautiful slave was a delight to behold, tasted delicious on the tongue, and brought out the dominant in anyone who had a drop of it in them. It appeared obvious to me Sarah had more than a drop. It was not something I'd recognized in her when I met her, but immediately apparent at the springs yesterday when she'd ordered my two slaves to pleasure her.