Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Simon Masterson

"You have done very well, love. Continue a bit longer while I wash off. Daddy is pleased with your dancing," I tell you, smiling at your dance.

My cock is hardening as well in response to it....proving how well and fast I can recover.
 
Peter Masterson

"Mistress, I am pleased that it was so much for Your pleasure and happiness. It was everything that I could have hoped for, though none of us ever expected things to turn out like this....not quite, anyway. I do not dread Your public face. I know that You must be firm and strict in public. That pleases me as well as You being caring and loving....and passionate in private. You are the Lady, the Mistress. I signed up to serve, but it thrills me to serve You. I don't know if You ever guessed that I am submissive at heart, but I simply am. I am the opposite of Simon that way. I was born to serve my Lady, my Mistress," Peter explained.

"Thank You for taking me in and claiming me as Your own," he kissed her fiercely, his eyes glowing with love.
 
Simon Masterson

"That is a very good dance. Very sensual. Have you ever done this before?" I asked you, pleased at your laugh and smile as well as your moves.

I finished washing and rose to kiss you hard on the mouth.
 
Simon Masterson

"Then you must have natural talent, which doesn't surprise Daddy, given that you're in theatre. Don't worry, I shall want you to act now and then. No harm in you getting to do so. They'll just have to get used to one of their troupe being a slave, though I doubt that you'd be the first or last slave to act on the stage," I assure you.

"Now, are you ready for the races, my dear?" I ask you, getting out of the bath and letting the water drain as I hand you the towel to dry me off.
 
"Yes, Daddy," she said, hurrying to dry him off like he commanded, nuzzling affectionately into him as she did so.
 
Simon Masterson

"Good, now dress me. We haven't the time to lose, so try not to enjoy me too much while dressing me," I teased you a little, knowing that you would likely play with my cock and balls, maybe even my ass, as you dressed me....part of the point was to excite you by making you have such contact with my skin....and do such intimate things with me.
 
She blushed, but did as she was told, dressing him quickly and efficiently. She did, impishly, manage to lick his cock, balls, and arsehole before sliding his pants on, then his trousers.
 
Simon Masterson

"Naughty little minx....but I enjoyed it. Now, come with me," I told you, leading the way as I placed the leash back on your collar and led you, naked, to my car.

"Have you gotten used to the new status? Do you like that the law now permits Masters to keep their slaves naked in public, as long as you wear collars?" I teased you.
 
Victoria laid there feeling his kisses consume so many emotions. Is this love? Was all those years married just a faze.. preparing me for now?

Still being kissed and feeling Peter's love and fire was more then she ever imagined.

"Peter how you acted in youth. I took ta think yer mum was too controlling. I saw how.opposite yer were from Simon. Twas Simon that proves me more then a lass.. showing me I needed a strong man ta teach me." Victoria confessed.
 
Peter Masterson

"Are You saying that You love Simon more? If so, I understand. What role do You have for me, then?" he asked, unsure now of what to expect.

He still looked at her, trying not to upset her, but he was hurt and confused....his stomach came up to his mouth.
 
"Yes, Daddy," she blushed, trailing a hand along her collar, a single thick black leather band with a ring for her leash.
 
Simon Masterson

"You make me very proud, love. Come now. We have some races to watch," I told you as we drove out to the street to get to the races at last......

I looked forward to seeing how others react to seeing a goddess like this as my personal sex slave....seeing how you adored me....and how I spoiled you.
 
Simon Masterson

The drive took a good while, but Simon enjoyed the country air and he smiled as he took glances at Scarlet's thighs now and then....also winking at her from time to time.....

He knew that she was eager and so was he....it was only a matter of time now before they arrived and he got to show her off at the races.
 
Scarlet always enjoyed the countryside, especially as a child. The world was truly her stage when she was out in the country. After a major production, she would always book a four day trip out to the country, and relax at a small bed and breakfast where she could get a full Irish breakfast and enjoy being herself.
 
Simon Masterson

Arriving there at last, I led the way for Scarlet to the races, opening the door for her, even, but letting everyone in the parking lot see her naked, collared....leashed state.

This turned out to be lucky, after there was a large sign saying....

MASTERS and MISTRESSES, KEEP YOUR SLAVES COLLARED AND LEASHED. WE DO NOT HAVE THE STAFF TO KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR PROPERTY. THAT IS YOUR JOB. IF YOUR SLAVES CAUSE TROUBLE, YOU WILL BE HELD LIABLE.

"Well, no danger of me not keeping my eye on you, my sweet," I chuckled.

I then took your leash and led you to the stands as many folks gawked at the sight of a naked woman led by her leash and collar like a pet...which in a way, I suppose that you were.
 
Scarlet smiled and allowed him to lead her to the stands, looking forward to seeing the races and sitting on her Daddy's lap.
 
Victoria blinked. "Naught in million years."

How you could Peter think she wanted Simon.

Victoria thought about what she said. "I wasn't trying ta say I wanted yer brother.. I'm saying he made me realise I was dominant. "
 
Simon Masterson

"Here you go, my love. That's right, on my lap like a good slut," I instructed you as before.

I stroked your hair and rubbed my clothed cock against the cleft of your arse to make it clear that I reserved the right to tease you mercilessly.
 
She climbed onto his lap, cooing as he stroked her hair and groaned as he rubbed his clothed cock against her arse, wanting it in her, wanting more. Instead of telling him such, though, she rested her head back on his shoulder, exposing her throat trustingly to him.
 
Peter Masterson

The relief on Peter's face was palpable, as shown by the way that he kissed Victoria again and again now....his hot breath on her skin, even licking it playfully...loving even her sweat....even that was sweet to him.

"Mistress, I have known that I was submissive on some level ever since I met You....when I knew that I wanted to serve and worship You. I wanted my every act to bring You pleasure first. I just didn't have a name for it back then, You see. I knew also that I wasn't like Simon. I admired him, but I couldn't emulate him. I thought that I was weak, inferior. I think that I know now that I am just different, that's all. Not better. Not worse. Just different," he explained.
 
Simon Masterson

"Don't worry, love....relief will come soon enough, I assure you. For now, just let me tease you a bit," I smiled as I kissed your neck, my hands caressing your skin lovingly but firmly.

One of the other viewers tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "How do I get my hands on a strawberry treat like her?"

"There's no one quite like her, Governor, but I assure you that you can find plenty of fine slaves if you know where to look," I assured him.
 
She beamed with pride as her Daddy said that she was unique, and she was. Many Irishmen and Scotsmen didn't have the alabaster skin and the red hair and the freckles quite like she did anymore.
 
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