Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Scarlet was on the last page. She couldn't believe it. The pool of heat was beginning to rise in her belly and it was making her gasp and moan with increasing frequency.

She read the final sentence and let out a loud moan, needy and hungry. "Daddy" she breathed.
 
Simon Masterson

Reaching the final page, I laughed as I heard your plea, knowing how powerful your climax was sure to be now. There was no way that it wasn't going to be potent now.

"Now, love, time to cum for Daddy. Cum nice and hard for me. I know that you've saved it up, Scarlet, so let it hit you like a bloody cyclone."
 
She came. Hard. Her head tilted back and she let out a scream as she squirted and juices ran down his cock and their thighs. Her body was flushed and sweaty, and her eyes were unfocused in pleasure.
 
The dinner was like a banquet. Everyone talking like at a family meal. Victoria was extremely relaxed in this setting.

Victoria listened to the general chatter and made a few notes. She waved Abby to her and took the infant she carried. "Do sit."

Abby sat. "Is the meal to your liking, Mistress?"

Victoria nodded. "Delicious. I want to throw a small dinner for a friend. We'll have two to four guests. I was thinking beef Wellington with marbled potatoes. Some cheese broccoli soup and something light with those raspberries for dessert."

h two women spoke a while longer before Victoria turns back to Peter. "I need you to deliver this invitation tomorrow."

It was addressed to his twin Simon.
 
Simon Masterson

With that, I came as well, shooting a nice, fat load inside you. I pulled you up for a kiss, and then directed you, "Kneel, Scarlet, my love. Suck Daddy's cock."

I enjoyed the idea of you tasting my cock straight from your own cunny, with your bum a bit sore as you did so.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter had enjoyed the meal and looked forward to the supper, until he saw the name on the invitation.

Simon. Oh, bloody hell.

His face became instantly pale and his heart came up to his mouth, a wave of nausea over him. So, after all this, she wanted him to share with his brother, or did she secretly know about their past? Or was this some kind of test? Could there even be just a friendly aspect to this, and if so, what? For Peter, he reached for it with sweaty hands, taking it with his eyes close to tears and red with shame. All those hints of mutual fidelity....did they really mean nothing?


"Yes, of course, .......Mistress," he stammered.
 
Scarlet moaned and immediately knelt, taking him to the hilt with her mouth, her eyes open and looking up at him with adoration and love, feeling complete and whole for the first time in her life. She had her Daddy, a sexual partner, and her books. She could die happy.
 
Simon Masterson

"Well, now, love. Hungry yet? I could do with some lunch. How about you?" I asked her casually, lifting her to my mouth for a French kiss.

I didn't hesitate to kiss the mouth and engage the tongue that had just explored my cock straight from her own cunny. It just made things even better to know this.
 
Simon Masterson

"Then we shall proceed with lunch, of course. At home, this time. You get to serve it. Do you like pastrami?" I asked you, getting more of a feel for your tastes, see where our culinary interests overlapped.

"Naturally, you get to wear the apron for Daddy. Nothing else, of course. Let me see those marks on your fine bum."
 
"I'm not a picky eater, Daddy," she said, relaxing into him. "I like food, and don't really have preferences."
 
Victoria watches Peter and sees those subtle clues. "I dinna like that look Peter. I suggest you walk it off b'for yer inna my bed."

Abby takes her child and walks away quickly. Taking a moment to whisper to Jacob of the possibility of blows ensuing.

Jacob started coming to the young couple and before he could get a word in Victoria put her hand on his shoulder. "Ye canna beat a mon fer followin 'is 'eart."

Jacob grumbled for a moment. "Yes ma'am."

Tension was high and Victoria wasn't going to be pushed into an emotional dispute with Peter and in front of the staff. Victoria knew he needed time to adjust to being a slave and. servant. The staff had been servants all their lives and becoming slaves wasn't that big of a change but they would expect fairness and Peter might not get punished by Mistress Via but any one of them would give him a sound thrashing.

Victoria spoke openly so all can hear. "I willna tolerate gossip. This slave is my personal. I dinna want any of ye to take it upon yerself take be teachin 'im a lesson. Earlier this dae I gave me wered, ta keep the lot of ye. I willna sae anot'er time."

Looking back at Peter. "Take yer walk"

Victoria grabbed her book and flounced off from the hall in a huff. Once she reached her chambers and slammed the door did she vent in colorful slang how she would castrate Peter if he ever did that pained puppy look at her again.
 
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Simon Masterson

"Well, then, come with me, love. You have some lunch to cook us. Pastrami, sourdough, with spinach, onions, and mustard. And some chips would be nice, too," I smiled at you, kissing you as I led the way to the kitchen, still tasting both of us on your lips.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter gulped a bit and he nodded, "Yes, Mistress, as You wish."

He walked off as she commanded, still torn and hurt over even the idea of sharing his Mistress....he had such hopes for a brief moment there and yet it seemed as if she blew hot and cold on the idea of fidelity. Well, she was the Mistress, the Lady, and it was her right, but he didn't have to like it, did he? Deep in Peter's soul was a very jealous spirit, fearful of losing her to another man.

A stronger man, like Simon. His brother. There was also the fear that Simon would seek to use him...and that Via would allow it, and that Peter would....like it. That was a very real fear indeed.

When he returned from his walk, however, after viewing Nature, Peter had resigned himself to the fact that there was some pleasure in knowing that it was beyond his control, and that as jealous as he was, he also enjoyed not having any say over his life. Knowing that the Mistress would take care of it all, would ask his input, but ultimately guide his sexuality and his everything else, and that thus nothing that he did made him less of a man or in any way befouled his soul or poisoned his spirit. He had chosen this life, and, well as the saying went....

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Oh, he would feel jealousy or humiliation if it happened, but knowing that it was out of his hands freed Peter to relax and just surrender to it all.

Whatever it was, he could face it, because she had claimed him...she wanted him. At least for now, and if she ever ceased to want him, she would find someone who did. Peter knew that now.

Returning with a bit more confidence born of there being nothing but to throw himself into the new role and embrace it, own it, even....Peter resolved to take pride in being what he was, Victoria's first slave....her first love, as she claimed, whatever that meant. It was never easy to love a Goddess, after all, but few men ever regretted it, did they?

It was so much easier to accept the unthinkable when you knew that you had no other choice.

Peter looked at Via and smiled, tears wiped away, even if it still hurt. He had made his choice and he would take whatever came with the territory.
 
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"Yes, Daddy," she agreed, kissing him back before working in lunch, setting the kettle on to boil. She hummed softly as she worked, wearing the apron, her ass looking even more sore than early that morning.
 
Victoria was in a sheer purple gown. The kind a model would wear or a new bride. Victoria took several deep breathes trying to calm her nerves. This was a special night.. the first night with her first lover having her first fuck.

Meghan saw Peter come back inside. Hastily she gave him a large cream colored towel. "Mistress Via bid you to her chambers. Its the third door past the library on the left. Take this in case she breaks."

Jacob came around the bannister and nodded. "Good eve."

Meghan vanished as Jacob went to his quarters. Now there was the staircase and the mahogany door to pass before Victoria would do the final claiming.
 
Simon Masterson

"You look almost like lunch yourself, love. Daddy thinks that you smell and taste as sweet as the dinner you prepare for me," I tease you.

I blow wolf whistles at you and take photographs of your lovely arse, beet-red from the marks of my discipline. You are clearly in your element, happy in your assigned role, and that pleases me to now that I have found the key to your heart...you just needed a male authority figure....your Daddy.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter did as he was bid, more than a little nervous as he entered the Mistress's chambers, still not quite sure of what she wanted of him....half the time, he was treated dismissively as just the servant that she wanted to use for her pleasure, the half as if he were truly her sweetheart.

He didn't know which end was up and which was down, and maybe that was what she wanted of him, but when he entered her presence, he smiled at her in hope....hope that his fears were just a misunderstanding, and that she was simply angry at him for misreading her....but even if she weren't, he had come to the decision to accept his role in her life, whatever it was....because it was an honor to serve her. An honor to know that at the very least, he was worth being claimed.

And being called "dear hart" didn't hurt his ego, either. Or being called "her first". Whatever precisely the latter meant.
 
It didn't take that long for her to finish making lunch, and she walked over to him, kissing his cheek. "One plate or two, Daddy?" she asked, setting a steaming mug of Earl Grey in front of him. She craved the need for male authority, the need for her Daddy, and she was drinking this up.
 
Victoria saw him enter and weakly smiles. "Do you feel better?"

Peter would catch on that the walk really was her time out. Her time to compose herself.

"Is there something else wrong?'
 
Simon Masterson

"One, of course, dear. Save plates, but most of all, you sit on my lap when you eat and let Daddy feed you. Daddy loves to feed you by hand," I inform you, pleased at the idea of having my slave-princess sit on my lap with her bare arse against my groin and looking forward to letting others see us together like that.

"Everyone who sees us eat together should prepare to see us like this," I inform you, wanting it clear that this is a permanent feature of our relationship.
 
Peter Masterson

"I....Mistress, I did not mean to displease You again, though it seems that I have. I was perhaps a bit jealous and worried that Simon would try to steal Your affections. He has always fancied You, after all, and I had this silly romantic dream of having You to myself. Not very submissive of me, I fear. I shall work on overcoming my jealousy if it displeases You so," Peter explained, "I had just hoped that while You have the prerogative of other men, You would not choose to exercise it. Selfish of me, but that is how I felt. As Your slave, I have no right to ask that my fidelity be reciprocated, as I had dreamed it would be. It was just that some of Your words gave me hope of this, but I must have read too much into them."

"Please remember that my jealousy is simply proof of how deeply I love You," he added, "and tonight, seeing You like this, I am reminded why. You are truly a ravishing beauty."
 
"I see your point. Rivalry can be challenging but dear heart.. it is just a dinner. Naturally family does want to know how their loved ones are faring. And as for being fancied I'd hardly compare to him or his lusts now." Victoria mused.

"Come and brush my hair." Victoria sat down and held out the brush. "I've managed to sit for a hundred strokes."

Victoria closed her eyes least be tempted by his naked flesh and ignore the practice of good care. When Peter would finished she rose and pulled his face to hers. She gently kisses his lips.
 
She smiled and brought the meal over on one plate and she settled into his lap, hissing a little in pain as her bum came in contact with his thighs. "Yes, Daddy," she said once she was settled, leaning against him and kissing him sweetly.
 
Simon Masterson

I kissed you back and began fondling you between bites, as I fed you sensually from our shared plate, bites of the sandwich and the chips, as well as sharing the tea, of course.

"See, love, how sensual the act of Daddy feeding you really is? From now on, wherever we go, if at all possible, I shall have you sit on my lap as I feed you myself. How does that sound, Scarlet?"
 
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