Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Simon Masterson

"Well, I would give you half my winnings today....if I won, to have my cock sucked by her....or even to suck on her tits," the man, an American as it turned out, grinned at the prospect.

"Where are you from, friend?" I asked him while caressing your body.

"Lawrence, Kansas. Some irony that I want to buy a slave, being from there. But still, times are changing. There is talk in the States and Canada...even Australia, about bringing slavery back. Who would have thought it?" the man wondered.

"So why not lobby for that and wait your chance? A lot more possible slaves in America," I observed.

"Yes, but this one's a real Irishwoman, isn't she?" he asked us.

"That she is. No doubt of it. Lovely lass, too, but she's also my daughter....so don't assume anything," I asserted.

"You're her father and you bought her? Why?" he wondered.

"To keep her in hands that would treat her as she deserved....with firm, loving discipline and domination," I explained.

"So...what can I do to get a chance to fuck her or at least her mouth or tits?" the man asked.

"Alright....do you have any bets made yet?" I asked him.

"Not yet. Why do you ask?"

"Let her choose your bet. Whatever that bet is. Win or lose. Trust her intuition. If you do that, and don't complain whatever happens, you can....fuck her mouth," I offered, "that's all I'm offering you for now."

"What are your thoughts, on that, love? Have a horse to select for our Yank friend here?" I asked her with a kiss.

"I'll go for it, then. Half the time, sometimes more than half, I lose, anyway. What do I have to lose this time?" he chuckled....., "I just won 80,000 in the lotto, anyway."
 
She looked over at the stables and pursed her lips in thought. She did a lot of horse riding in her youth, even learned dressage, but it got too expensive and theatre was her first love, anyways. She analyzed the horses quickly, and then pointed to a bay stallion. "That one, Daddy," she said. "That's the one our friend should bet on."
 
Simon Masterson

"Well, there you have it, friend. You agreed to trust her, of course," I told the Yank.

He grinned and tipped his hat to you and me, saying, "Sure...that's Dock of the Bay. A fitting name, of course. The owner must love Motown music, I guess. Based on an old Otis Redding song. That's the one I'll pick, then. Thank you kindly, ma'am."

After that, he walked off to place his bet, and I decided to follow his example, leading you along...."I think that I won't bet as much, not having won 80 grand US in a lottery to splurge on a whim, but two hundred pounds on my darling's choice of horses seems wise to me. I think that you have an eye for this, don't you?"
 
Simon Masterson

"So, there you go....I had an instinct that you would do well here and I was right. I am very proud of you, love," I told her, caressing her bum and kissing her lips as we waited in line to place our bets.
 
Simon Masterson

I deliberately began caressing my sweet girl's bum while she stood in line, my hands moving shamelessly on her cheeks to indicate both my ownership and my affection....and my desire, of course.

"Are you looking forward to sucking that Yank's cock, darling Scarlet? I think that you are. A foreigner....a Yank, and he looked at you as if you were a strawberry pie."
 
Simon Masterson

"That it is. Oh, here we are at the booth," I announced, placing my bets.

"All on Dock of the Bay?" the clerk was a little surprised, but I told her, "Yes. I trust my slave's equestrian expertise."

I looked at you with pride, too, as I said that, planting a deep tongue kiss on you while holding your leash.
 
Victoria found his kisses addictive and welcomed them without restraint. Victoria curled her arms about his body.

She planted a few kisses on his neck and before she realizes it she'd left a large hickey on his left side. "So delicious."

Victoria thought she was the luckiest woman and smiles. "Your mine, dearheart."
 
Peter Masterson

"Yes, Mistress, I am Yours. So glad to be so, too," he kissed her and embraced her with such affection.

"I have been very lucky. I could well have been bought by the wrong sort, but instead You bought me. Thank You for that," he added, kissing her all over...., "I admit that if you didn't own me, I'd be calling You by pet names, too....but somehow, that doesn't sound right coming from a slave."
 
She kissed him back, beaming up at him with pride. She knew her horses, and a lot of the horses she saw for the races looked like better horses for dressage.
 
Simon Masterson

Leading you back to the stands, I smiled as the men all gawked...and some of the women did, too. Several made wolf whistles....couldn't help but notice a fine specimen of Celtic beauty such as you....in your birthday suit, no less.

Two guys even collided into each other, falling and hurting their heads, rising to laugh at themselves....both knew that they had been staring at your arse and tits, after all.
 
She giggled and held her head up proud as her Daddy lead her back to the stands, eager to see the races.
 
Victoria laid a finger upon his lips. "There will be no talk of could have. The morrow is another day and there is a dinner to plan. You have a task at hand of delivering the invitation . "

Victoria yawned softly and snuggled to his chest another childhood treat. Though she would never admit it, being held close gave her a sense of belonging something rarely fulfilled during her marriage.

"Turn out the lamp.. I feel so.." the sentence unfinished as her eyes closed and sleep possessed her.
 
Simon Masterson

I led you back to the stands and we sat there for a good while, watching the races, while several eyes continued to ogle you. I was both amused and aroused to note how much you were desired by our company.

It was clear that you could stop traffic if you set your mind to it, but meanwhile, I enjoyed the races and the act of caressing your bum, your hips, your thighs, and your tits, while kissing the back of your neck and enjoying the race as I grind my cock against your arse.
 
Peter Masterson

While enjoying Victoria's touch...and loving the chance to hold her, Peter still felt some slight nausea as he answered, "Yes, Mistress," and turned off the lamp.

How could he explain the degree of his fear, his jealousy.....though her reassurance had helped, knowing that like Simon, she was dominant, and so perhaps might not want Simon for a lover, there was still the fear that she might decide to sample his brother....and Peter didn't honestly know if he could handle that. It was a very real fear in the pit of his stomach, but he tried to relax as he mentally steeled himself to obey that command.

Still....it was a command, and he reminded himself as he struggled to fall asleep and lay awake holding Mistress Via...his loving Mistress...that he was to obey and that he had resolved to obey and accept what came with that territory....to accept the ramifications of being a willing slave. He would not fully experience and appreciate his new status until he fully embraced and surrendered to his Mistress's will....
 
She leaned to his caresses, grinding back on his cock as she watched the races, giving soft moans every now and then, ignoring the people staring at her, but also hyper aware of them.
 
Victoria rose early and took a shower. When she returned Peter was sitting up. He looked slightly embarrassed that she was unattended.

" in the third drawer is my romper of purple.. the top has underware.. and socks.." Victoria directed. "After dressing I need my hair brushed."

Another servant knocked and brought in the morning meal. "Cook sent the menu , mistress."

"Thank you.. you can go and clean the bathroom. Afterwards help with the dining room." Victoria said as she slips on her robe.
 
Simon Masterson

It was a truly wonderful feeling to have me cock sliding between Scarlet's buns through the cloth, keeping me nice and hard. Sure enough, Dock of the Bay won, giving large winnings to both the Yank and myself.

I grinned as I whispered to Scarlet, "Well, love, we won. Now, let's give the poor bloke what he desires. Are you ready to suck a cock?"
 
Peter Masterson

"Yes, of course, Mistress," Peter looked at Via with love, but also with some anxiety as to her plans for the day.

Not used to being a servant when it came to domestic chores, Peter did his best to act out the role as he recalled it being done by others, getting the clothes out for Mistress Via, and then preparing to brush her hair, not thinking of his own meal, as he frankly had too many butterflies in his stomach to have much of an appetite.

Instead, he focused entirely on serving her....trying to keep his mind off the dreaded duty of delivering that invitation to Simon. He also showered and got dressed.... and used that to distract himself, even though the dinner invitation was part of why he was getting dressed.

And then he began to brush her hair lovingly....gently. But not very expertly, alas...he feared that he might be hurting her in his amateurish efforts.
 
She grinned, proud of her ability to accurately predict horses, and she nodded. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, puffing out her chest proudly.
 
Simon Masterson

I found the Yank from before and told him, "Well, friend, it's your lucky day. I decided to let you fuck my sweet daughter's mouth, but I think that in fairness, you should return the favor by eating that delicious....strawberry pie of hers."

The Yank laughed and nodded, "Yeah, that thought occurred to me. I would love to eat that pussy of hers. When and where?"

"Right here and now, if you wish. Set her down on your seat and spread her thighs to taste her cunny. Then she'll suck your cock, won't you, love?"
 
Victoria noticed once more that Peter was distant. "A pound for your thoughts ."

Victoria quickly dressed and savored Peter's weak efforts at hair brushing. When he finished she twisted her hair up and pinned it in place.

"Come and eat." Victoria said moving to a small table set for two. There was biscuits and gravy with crisp bacon and orange juice and coffee. "You may serve yourself and want your fill."
 
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