Carl was wondering what had happened to his wife and what was in store for himself when Dutch approached him outside.

Dutch was a large man with a gun in a holster beneath his armpit and a couple large knives in sheaths strapped to his body.

“You’re to be at lodge ‘A’ in ten minutes,” he said to Carl.

“Are you the security guard of this place or something?”

“Something like that,” Dutch replied with a half smirk.

“I’m kind of cold. Do you know where I can find my clothes or at least my coat?” Carl asked.

“Your clothes will be returned before you leave. You can request overalls tomorrow depending on how well tonight goes.”

“What is with this meeting tonight? What’s going to happen?” Carl insisted.

“Just be there, man,” said Dutch as he walked away from Carl.

Carl decided to go to lodge ‘A’ a little early to warm up. A burly man standing outside of the windowless lodge opened the door for him.

Inside there was a large chain link wall surrounding a matted ring. Next to it were a couple dozen seats and a padded section.

Carl began to see where all of this was going as men and women poured into the lodge.

Most of the men were ones from the previous meeting but there were others without even a thong. Their heads were covered with hoods as some of the burly clothed men escorted them up front. The men and women took their seats as Carl quickly joined them.

He noticed Sue enter the room with Dutch and both scanned the dimly lit lodge. Sue’s eyes stopped on Carl and she pointed her finger towards him. Both began to make their way over to speak with him.

“How are you doing, Carl?” they asked as the two sat down.

“Fine,” he replied nervously.

Then the woman from the previous class addressed the group. She demanded one of the hooded men to get inside the cage which he did.

“All of you are going to witness the truth tonight as some of you did last week and the week before. We have two new arrivals that posture themselves as dominant members of society. Tonight they’re going to demonstrate their position with known subs in the ring of truth.”

Carl looked around in panic as the other man volunteered.

He watched the man climb through the narrow gate of the ring and quickly approach the hooded man.

Both began a violent wrestling match with the hooded man clearly at a disadvantage. He was wrestled to the floor but effectively scrambled out from under his opponent. His arms were swinging blindly as the aggressor wrestled him into the corner and down on his knees. Soon the masked man was on his back and held until he appeared to be out of breath. Carl watched in shock as the man on top repositioned himself with a raging hard-on peeking from his thong. The hooded man was then flipped over on his face with little resistance. The man on top held up an open palm as a squirt bottle was tossed to him. With a hard squeeze the slaves backside was covered with a viscous oil.

The next five minutes was surreal as one man pumped his cock in and out of the other’s ass hole. Carl crossed his legs after realizing more than one person was watching him. There was a man to his right shamelessly beating off at the sight of this performance. Carl’s face was flush with embarrassment as the two men’s struggle came to a climactic end. He knew that in a few minutes someone would be enjoying his performance no matter who was winning.

The sub was helped out of the ring as the audience sat motionless.

“Good, good,” the woman instructor announced.

“Will our newest arrival please enter the ring?”

Carl was cajoled into the ring as another masked man was already pushed in there.

Both men stood meekly facing each other. Carl stared at the audience for input while the hooded man stared in his general direction wondering about the first move.

“GET HIM!” people screamed from the audience.

They didn’t discern who to get but Carl took one step forward as the hooded man grabbed his arm. Carl was driven to the ground in the surprise move. The next minute was a struggle that nearly depleted Carl of his energy and just enough to get away from this now aggressor. Carl and everyone else could see the erection the slave was sporting and how the tables had turned. Carl was still flaccid as he ran to a corner and slammed into the fencing. The hooded slave heard the noise and lunged at Carl. He grappled for Carl’s leg as he attempted to escape. Carl stumbled hard on the mat and the slave was on top of him. Carl was losing the battle as he struggles for the next few minutes to at least get upright but to no avail. He laid flat and defeated as his legs were forcefully spread out. The slave was extremely fit and had great stamina. Carl clenched his butt cheeks hard but was fatigued and was most likely going to be injured in the resistance.

Then, in a move that surprised everyone, Carl pulled his knees up and underneath him and submitted himself to the slave. Carl’s left ear was pressed to the mat as he watched the audience in humiliation. Two men in the front row were openly beating off. The painful truth had surfaced now as he submitted. The slave had even let up with the offensive moves knowing his opponent required no more controlling. Carl remained bent over as the slave walked away to retrieve the penetration oil. Carl knew that any more resistance would result in a severe beating. The sensation of oil soaking his back end and dripping down his scrotum let him know what to expect next. The wrestling match was long over. The secret fantasies he’d hidden for years were being realized as another man’s penis forcefully descended into his bowels. He screamed like a girl but offered no sign of a fight. Carl focused through his tear-filled eyes on his wife who sat in the audience. He hadn’t recognized her without hair but knew everything had changed.

The slave brutally pounded him until the end and pulled out. Someone came in with handcuffs and escorted the slave out of the ring as Carl struggled to his feet. His own cock was now rigid and hanging out the side of the thong.

“Again, are you a top or bottom?” the instructor yelled.

“I am a bottom.”

“Louder - so everyone knows!”

“I am a submissive!” Carl informed the audience.

“Give me the thong!” the instructor demanded. “Slaves don’t wear those!”

Carl readily removed it as a latex hood was stretched over his head. He didn’t resist.

“Well, everyone,” the instructor announced, “That came as no surprise but it should be a lesson to you that a slave must be controlled at all times!”

Carl had one hand around his nuts and the other clutching his cock. A man pried them off as handcuffs were placed around his wrists and a leash was snapped around a ring on his hood. He was led stark naked and still oily out of the lodge as Gina watched in awe.

Sue approached Gina.

“What are you thinking, slave?”

“What if he simply lost the match?” Gina asked.

“No, he won,” Sue said.

“How? He was just beaten and raped!”

“Gina, he lost the battle but won the war.”

Gina stared at the door and then had to ask, “Where will he go now?”

“He’ll be given the option to stay or leave. I’m betting he’ll stay.”

“Really?” Gina said. “After all that?”

“Yes. At least for awhile.”

“I still love him. Will he be given an option to leave? I chose to remain here but I don’t want him here unless he chooses so,” said Gina.

Sue put her arm around Gina and said, “Truthfully, no one is here against their will. Everyone here opts for this lifestyle. Carl is in the main lodge over there and is being given the option of leaving or staying. He has no idea whether or not you will be going with him. If he walks out of the lodge by himself with his bag, he’s clearly ready to go. If he’s still naked you can deduce that he’s submitted to a dominant.”

Sue sat down while Gina kneeled next to her outside and watched the main lodge in the distance. Five minutes later Carl walked outside of the lodge the same as he went in.

“Oh, my god. You’re right,” said Gina. “He’s here to stay.”

A shirtless man clad in pvc pants grabbed the leash and escorted Carl to an adjacent cabin and the two went inside. Four men wearing only thongs soon followed and the door closed.

Would you like to watch, Gina? I think you should,” asked Sue.

“No. This is too much for me. Not now, master.”

“Okay, but I need to speak briefly to a gentleman in there,” Sue said.

The two walked over to the cabin and Sue let herself in. Gina remained at a distance but watched closely before Sue closed the door. In an instant she could see Carl on his knees with his hands cuffed behind him. His new master was standing next to him with his cock hanging out of unzipped pants. The other men appeared to be waiting in lustful anticipation. When Sue finally opened the door to leave, a man had taken his place at Carl’s lips as the master furiously pumped away from behind.

Sue picked up Gina’s leash and led her to the master’s quarters where in the corner was a large television. Sue placed a cassette in the player and then closed the blinds. The two watched coverage of Gina from the moment she arrived, including her stripping, whipping and shaving. Both women were masturbating five minutes into the presentation. When the video ended, Sue made Gina stand at the end of the bed as she examined her body again.

“Wow. Don’t those nipples ever tire?” asked Sue in disbelief.

Gina’s nipples were always erect.

“They’re getting sore, master.”

“They don’t know what sore is. Wait here a minute.”

Sue grabbed a set of alligator clamps and slowly released them on Gina’s nipples. She gritted her teeth and looked toward the ceiling in an attempt to endure the agony.

“The pain wont go away, will it?” Sue smiled.

“Do you need a gag, my slave?”

“Yes, please. Now, master!” Gina insisted.

Sue stuffed a wet washcloth in Gina’s mouth and guided her to the edge of the bed. Sue bent her slave over and began to service her pussy from behind with her tongue. Gina came within minutes and reciprocated for Sue. The two fell asleep for the night.

-

Early the next morning Gina woke up lying next to Sue then decided to go get coffee or tea as she usually did. She picked up Sue’s panties and coat from the floor and put them on. As Gina walked around she saw that only a few people were up and about. A man in coveralls was smoking outside of Carl’s cabin. When she got to the main lodge a woman accosted her and grilled her about why she was unaccompanied.

“I’m just out for my morning coffee,” Gina said with a smile.

*!!SLAP!!*

The woman gave her a hard slap across the face.

*!!SLAP!!*

The woman repeated with her other hand.

“Listen you yuppie cunt! Things are different now that you’re a slave. Your first concern is pleasing your master. This isn’t a college crush. You are her slave. Slaves are shit and you’ll be treated accordingly,” the woman seethed.

“I…I understand,” Gina replied.

In spite of Gina’s response the woman stuck a stun-gun to her side and jolted Gina to a heap on the ground.

Without a word, Dutch approached the two women and pulled the coat off and handcuffed Gina. He carried her to the courtyard and cuffed her to a post. He pulled out a knife and cut her panties and then yanked them from between her legs. He unsnapped his leather pants and grabbed hold of his cock. Gina watched in apprehension as he pulled on her legs and flipped her facing the wooden pole. He proceeded to rape her in the upright position outside in the morning sun. She didn’t make a sound as Dutch finished and walked away. Twenty minutes passed and most of the camp was awake. To Gina’s shock a line of men began to form as nearly two dozen took turns raping her. Soon, only a few others gathered around and waited for Sue to deal with her. Sue appeared looking half awake and holding a steaming cup. She got to within ten feet of Gina and tossed the hot coffee on the woman with the stun-gun.

“Don’t you ever touch my slave again!”

Gina gasped while Sue uncoiled the whip that she had tied to her thigh.

The first blow of the whip struck Gina across her front of her thighs.

“How do I know you weren’t running away, Bitch?”

“I…I DIDN’T!” she screamed.

Sue ferociously landed several more lashes down on Gina’s body.

“Don’t you leave me!” Sue yelled with tears in her eyes.

“I wont leave you, master!” Gina insisted.

Sue dropped the whip and released Gina from the post. As she pulled Gina towards her she whispered a tearful, “Please don’t leave me” into her ear.

People watched Sue in an uncharacteristic move as she kissed Gina passionately. One of those watching was Carl. He looked out his cabin window with a freshly shaven head and gave a slight wave as Gina glanced over at him.

Sue escorted Gina to her quarters for a discussion.

Gina was handed her 501s and the camisole and asked to put them on.

She was tearful as she tugged her faded pant legs up each thigh and over her hips.

“Why?” asked Gina as she buttoned the pants

“I have fallen for my slave and everyone knows it. I cannot stay in this camp now that I’ve lost my status. I no longer trust Dutch either,” Sue explained. “I’m in love with you.”

“You can come to Port Angeles and live with me, master,” Gina pleaded. “You’re entitled to all my possessions, just be with me.”

I don’t want your stuff, Gina. But thank you.”

Gina remained topless as she tucked her top through a belt loop.

“You can live with me and I’ll be your slave, Sue.”

“That wont work. I want to live with you but things are different outside of here. You are my equal but I promise to train you as I originally intended.”

Gina smiled and threw her arms around Sue’s neck.

By that afternoon, Sue’s personal effects were packed and the two were ready to leave.

Carl had been made aware of this and wrote a personal statement to Gina that she was given in the main lodge. It read:

Dearest Gina,

I think were both aware that while I still love and respect you, it is in my best and lifelong interest that I remain here in servitude. Please settle my affairs and release me from any and all obligations. My new master will be in touch. Love, Carl.

Gina cried at the content of the letter but also the fact that it was an opportune release from her unsatisfactory lifestyle. The ruse had ended for the two as the weekend came to a close.

Gina had no idea the weekend would end the way it did. As she drove up the coast there was little conversation and soon the sound of Sue’s heavy breathing replaced any awkwardness. Sue had fallen asleep against the passenger door window. A truck in the passing lane caught a good glimpse of her breasts as it went by which served as a reminder it was back to reality. Gina turned onto her street with her new companion and for the first time felt strange about the way she might be viewed by everyone. She pulled in the garage and shut off the engine. Sue’s mini-skirt had inched up her long legs and Gina sat admiring them. Soon she woke up her new master and walked her into the bedroom. Sue was still asleep for the most part so Gina guided her onto the bed, removed her shoes, skirt and coat and pulled the sheet over. Then she pulled the sheet off to admire Sue’s beauty once more. Gina shimmied out of her jeans and caught her own reflection in a mirror. A shaved head and pussy. The lash marks and a collar around her neck.. Everything was right with the world.
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Carl and Gina were having some difficulties in a romantic sense due to their busy lifestyles. Carl worked most of the day as a court clerk and Gina had recently finished grad school and was teaching at the junior college. By the time each arrived home in the evening there was little else to do but go to sleep. Carl had tried to instigate some sexual advances but was poorly received. Neither one knew the exact problem but were both aware of their diminishing sex life. Their friends had mentioned to them a weekend retreat designed to improve their communication and rekindle romance. Carl was not one to make such a plan and Gina wasn’t very sociable so their two friends paid for the weekend getaway and offered to watch their home while they were gone.

-

“Do you have everything you’ll need?” Carl asked as he finished loading his stuff in the car.

“I guess. Do you really want to do this?” she asked.

“Sure. It eliminates some of the monotony,” he replied.

It would be safe to say the last time the two made love was late July. It was now mid-September and Carl was looking forward to some sort of focused intimacy.

The two got in the car and drove an hour south of their home on the north end of the Olympic Peninsula to a gravel parking lot near the ocean shore.

“Are you sure this is the place?” Gina asked incredulously.

“Yep. There is the edge of the reservation,” as he pointed to the map. “I think this is private land.”

There were about two dozen cars in the lot but no one around. They didn’t know what to do next but in the distance an old Land Cruiser was emerging from the woods. The rugged looking vehicle pulled up and a bearded man said,

“Are you the Sirace’s?”

The couple nodded and grabbed their bags.

“My name’s Dutch. Get in!”

The three drove up a jeep trail into the woods for about ten minutes until they reached a clearing. There were many little out buildings and a couple lodges.

A woman dressed in a full rubber suit approached them and opened their door. Her nipples were clearly erect as was her outlined genitalia.

“I’m Sue. Leave your bags there and follow me.”

Carl and Gina stared at each other and then proceeded to follow.

The two were sort of shocked by the woman’s attire and lack of warmth. She was very direct and didn’t wait for a response.

“Hurry up,” the woman yelled.

“What’s going on? Where are the other couples?” asked Carl.

“The women are over in that building and the men are in that one. The others are way over there,” she said as she pointed off to a hut in the distance.

What? thought the two. What others?

“Okay. Carl, you need to check in to that lodge over there and meet the gentlemen and get up to speed,” said Sue.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are we late?” asked Gina.

“No,” said Sue. “These people have been her for a week and some even longer.”

“I thought this was only a weekend retreat. There are people staying longer than that?” asked Carl.

“Oh, yes. Most we don’t feel are ready to leave after only a weekend so we encourage them to extend their visit. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Carl began to think about all the stuff at home he had to do and Gina turned with the same thought on her mind and said,

“I’m not so sure about this. I think we’d better be heading back. I appreciate your hospitality and everything but there’s so much for us to do back home…”

“You’re not going anywhere. This is why you haven’t had a good sex life in months. Admit it. You need to focus on one thing while you’re here and the sooner you realize that the better off you’ll be.”

Both agreed and reluctantly nodded before their attention was suddenly grabbed by a woman’s shriek in one of the lodges.

“What was that?” asked Carl.

Sue turned and looked at the two.

“That was one of the many things you’ll hear while you’re here. It may be you if you don’t stop asking dumb questions. Gina, you’ll be coming with me,” said Sue as she grabbed Gina’s hand.

Carl just stood there watching as a male assistant gently grabbed his arm and led him to one of the lodges.

Once inside, Carl noticed around twenty men wearing black rubber thongs and sitting on benches. They were all sitting as if in class and watching intently as a stark naked woman stood silent at the front. Her long hair had fallen in front of her face and she didn’t bother pulling it back or even looking up.

A woman and a masked man stood on either side of her and instructed the class on different parts of the female body. She didn’t even flinch when her breast was handled.

“Hey, get undressed and put this on,” the man whispered to Carl as he handed him a leather thong.

“What? What’s going on here,” Carl demanded.

“Shhhhh! The man replied. “Just do it. You’ll thank me later.”

After Carl was stripped his heap of clothes were taken and someone beckoned him to sit down.

Carl sat and watched the lesson. The bare breasted woman instructor wearing only a rubber thong spoke up.

“Are you a top or bottom?” she asked while looking right at Carl.

Carl pointed to himself wondering if the question had been directed towards him.

“Yes. Are you a top or bottom?” she shouted.

Carl had no idea what she was asking until the man next to him whispered,

“A top. You’re a top.”

“I…I’m a top,” replied Carl.

The woman continued with the girl in the front.

“She meant ‘do you fuck or are you fucked?’” the man next to him whispered.

“Good answer,” replied Carl.

“KNEES!” the woman shouted.

Without hesitation the girl dropped to her knees with her hands at her side.

The woman stepped behind her and pulled her hair into a tight ponytail. The girl’s face was devoid of expression as she labored to remain upright despite the tugging.

“Okay, UP!”

the girl was back on her feet as the masked man produced a sort of riding crop. The lesson was about striking your lover or slave in all the right places. The blows were not hard but the sound of the crop was intimidating. The instructors knew their material well and expressed the depraved details as a matter of fact. Carl was astonished to find some of the men clutching their cocks at the sight of the demonstration. When they finished a woman came to escort the girl from the building.

“At ease gentlemen,” the masked man said.

Everyone chatted and walked about.

The naked woman approached Carl with the riding crop.

“Are you sure you’re a top? There was a delay in your response,” she said with a wink.

“Me? Yes, I’m a top.”

“If your not then you belong in a different lodge,” she said as her tone changed.

“Is that some sort of punishment?” asked Carl.

“No. If you’re truly a bottom then it is there where you belong. Each new arrival spends some time in that lodge to see if that is his place. You’ll learn tonight, in fact.”

“What then? What if a bottom doesn’t admit to his position after that?” asked Carl.

“THEN there is punishment and it aint pretty,” she replied as she turned. “We’ll know.”

The men walked about looking at graphic photos and diagrams. This was all very organized.

Meanwhile, at Gina’s lodge there were fewer women in there and right away she was asked if she was a top.

Gina replied in the affirmative having a better idea of what the term meant.

“Strip down to your underwear,” demanded Sue.

Most of the other women were wearing bra and panties and a few that only wore panties.

The pressure of staring eyes was too much as Gina decided to disrobe.

Gina’s boobs were not very large so she either dressed without a bra or wore a camisole like she did on this particular day.

She was surprised when Sue took it upon herself to lift the camisole up from behind. Gina instinctively raised her arms to allow the garment to come off. Her nipples became instantly erect as the slight chill wafted over them.

Gina crossed her arms in an attempt at modesty while the other women simply stared her over. Sue still standing behind her gently pulled Gina’s arms to her side and briefly patted her tiny waist before walking back to the front.

Her panties were white satin with strings connected to a full back.. Gina pulled on the fabric for more coverage and then stared at Sue with contempt.

“A moment ago I asked if you were a top. I have the feeling you’re dishonest and I want you to demonstrate to me you’re not,” said Sue as she clutched a riding crop.

“Why am I on the hot seat? Isn’t this to enhance our love lives?” asked Gina.

“We’re cutting through the bullshit, Gina. We’re getting to know ourselves right now.”

Sue turned and said something into her radio. Someone promptly replied with a ‘yes, ma’am..’

“Fuck this,” Gina yelled. “This is strange.”

Sue blocked her from leaving.

“Please sit down. You’re running from yourself,” said Sue. “I’m bringing in a ‘bottom’ and I want you to demonstrate to me what you really are!”

Suddenly the door opened and a naked woman in a black hood was escorted in. One of the women guided her to the front of the lodge where she stood in all her glory.

Gina’s stare at the woman was interrupted as she was handed a thick g-string with an attached penis.

“No, I wont do this,” said Gina. “I’m a top, not a lesbian.”

“It doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. Just show us you’re dominant!”

“I said no,” insisted Gina.

You’ll do it or you’ll be on the receiving end!” shouted Sue.

“Well, fuck you then!” barked Gina as she turned to run out the door. The bottoms’ escort was still outside the door and grabbed her in a clothesline hold. He shoved her back in the room and shut the door.

The women in the room jumped on her in unison and wrestled her to the floor. Her panties were ripped off in one motion and she was held down as Sue peeled her rubber suit off. She stepped into the strap-on and approached Gina.

“Why don’t you just take your rightful place as a sub and be honest with yourself? Now you must be punished for deceit. Ladies, hold her tight!”

Gina was held face down on a bench with someone on her back and her head locked between another set of legs.

Gina screamed as she was penetrated forcefully.

“Shut up, bitch!” yelled one of the women. “You’re a sub, remember?”

After less than a minute or two Sue pulled out of Gina and removed the strap-on.

Gina sat silent as she continued to be held down.

Sue opened a cabinet and pulled out several pairs of handcuffs and some cord. The women cleared as Sue approached. She grabbed Gina’s wrists and clicked the cuffs in place. She repeated the same to her ankles and then hooked the cord around each. A woman knowingly grabbed one cord and pulled as another did the same with the other.

“Usually we punish slaves with whips in the courtyard but yours cannot wait,” said Sue.

She pulled out a long whip with several cords and brought it down squarely on Gina’s back. Gina, of course, let out a scream and more whippings followed.

In the end, her entire back side was covered in welts. No more than an inch separated each welt from her neck to her ankles - many of which crossing previous welts.

At some point she passed out as the whipping continued.

“There’s nothing I hate more than a closet sub,” seethed Sue.

When she finished the women left to their respective cabins. Most of the women lodged with other women but a few lodged with men.

Sue traced Gina’s curves with her fingertips then reached between her legs and held her hand over her crotch. Gina didn’t flinch.

“Half of the couples that come here know their places,” said Sue to Gina.

Gina laid there on her belly staring straight ahead.

“They go home after the weekend. Others usually require work - like you. We wont let a sub leave with another sub. Even if that sub is your husband.

“So you’re saying you wont let me leave? Is that it?” asked Gina.

“Depends. Is Carl a sub?” asked Sue as she helped Gina sit upright.

“How should I know?”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” asked Sue.

“What? I don’t remember.”

“It was not with Carl. I bet it was only through masturbation.”

Gina became very embarrassed at the direction of the conversation.

“You masturbate on a daily basis, don’t you Gina? You act like you’re too busy to think about sex but you know you’re preoccupied by it, aren’t you?” Sue demanded.

“Everyone thinks about sex from time to time,” Gina replied.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. You fantasize about bondage and sex with other women all the time. Am I right?”

“No!” said Gina.

“Your recurring fantasies are similar to what you just endured! We know this.”

“You know this? How can you say that?”

“We’ve seen your porn collection, Gina. We know,” Sue fired back.

“How? How could you know about that?” asked Gina, now in tears.

“Your best friend, Kathy. She has stayed at your house before. She’s cleaned and she has snooped. She paid for this retreat and provided me with your profile.”

“That bitch! What if the magazines were Carl’s?” replied Gina.

“Oh, Carl has his porn. You will be surprised. But in the meantime let’s focus on you and the truth. Most people aren’t honest when it comes to sex. We have to find out by other means. You’re of an Italian-Catholic upbringing. I don’t expect you’ll volunteer your desires.”

“Carl? Carl has porn? What kind of porn?” asked Gina.

“Let me just say that one of you wont be leaving soon,” said Sue with a laugh.

Gina tilted her head and stared at nothing in particular while she took it all in. Sue stood up and said, “You and Carl have similar fantasies except he likes the company of men. I think your marriage is one of convenience. That is shameful!”

Sue walked to the cabinet as Gina caught herself watching the dom’s body in motion. Sue was nearly six feet in height and walked with a swagger. Sue turned quickly to catch Gina watching her.

Sue returned with a jar of salve and began rubbing Gina’s whipped backside.

Her hands were gentle as she caressed the welts with the cool, soothing ointment.

Sue continued with her interrogation.

“It’s okay to have submissive desires. You wont be immediately or continually punished for those feelings, Gina,” Sue advised.

“I watched your response to that shriek earlier in the courtyard, remember? I saw your eyes momentarily light up and your knees bob slightly. You were aroused, correct?”

“I was frightened,” replied Gina.

“You were frightened that whatever that girl was enduring you might enjoy and everyone would find out,”

Gina sat silent.

“I already know,” said Sue. “It’s not so bad, now is it.”

“I feel guilty about enjoying the idea of punishment. Then I feel I should be punished for wanting to be punished. I could be punished around the clock!” Gina said with a sigh.

“You punish yourself around the clock for denying yourself. Let me decide when you should be punished,” Sue gently remarked.

Gina tilted her head to the side and said, “Your hands feel good. Thank you.”

Sue began to breathe heavily as she envisioned Gina as her personal slave and fuck toy.

Her jellied hands eased down the small of Gina’s back and down to the abrupt curve of her big hips. She then slipped around Gina’s front side and grazed her erect nipples. Then her hands cupped Gina’s boobs completely as she breathed into Gina’s ear. She squirmed a little as her nipples were wedged between Sue’s fingers.

“Ooh!,” whispered Gina. “What do you want with me should I become subservient?” she said in a barely audible voice.

Sue leaned in and whispered into Gina’s ear, “I want you for my personal slave, you beautiful creature. I want you as my shadow and willing to please me at all times. All your worries in the world will go away except that desire to satisfy me.”

Gina shifted in the bench and scooted her butt back toward Sue’s inner thighs.

“Gina, I intend to soundly beat you on a regular basis but no punishment will be without its rewards and only I know how to satisfy you.”

Gina’s cuffed hands had already found her crotch and were quietly massaging away as Sue continued to arouse her.

The only sound was their heavy breathing and the handcuffs rubbing.

“Is that a yes?” asked Sue.

Gina immediately smiled and whispered, “Yes, master.”

Sue stood up from the bench and put her open mouth over Gina’s willing mouth and indulged for a minute. Gina had only ever envisioned herself kissing a manly woman. Being a petite beauty made her think she’d only ever meet up with a butch. This was not the case as both women engaged in a long kiss.

Sue suddenly remembered her place and ordered Gina on her knees.

Gina quickly complied and found herself staring at Sue’s bikini line. She swallowed hard at the sight of a ringed piercing through Sue’s clitoris.

Sue just stood there for a moment as Gina stared straight ahead in anticipation.

Gina then looked up at Sue for her next orders. Sue looked right in Gina’s dark hazel eyes and nearly melted. Her heavily smudged mascara was too much.

“You…you need a hood,” said Sue as she briskly walked toward the cabinet.

Sue needed to train Gina with a heavy hand and knew it would be difficult should the two make eye contact.

The hood was black rubber and fit over Gina’s head sufficiently only covering her eyes but left her mouth exposed.

“It fits too tight,” observed Sue. “Once your head is shaved it will be better.”

“My hair is going to be cut off?”

“No, slave. Shaved off. You’re going to be completely shaven tonight,” reminded Sue. I plan on piercing your nipples, too. Is that okay? Those knobs beg for rings!”

Gina smiled and licked her lips in an playful way.

Sue was smitten by Gina and decided not to delay the pleasure she sought in her new willing slave. She guided Gina backward and had her sit on the floor leaning against a permanent bench. Gina stared blankly in her hood while Sue tilted her head back onto the bench seat. Sue stepped over the bench and sat straddling Gina’s head and scooted her pussy right into the slave’s mouth. Gina blindly guided her lips until Sue’s inner thighs narrowed and squeezed her head into place. Concerned she wouldn’t satisfy her new master, she instinctively serviced Sue tirelessly and was well-received. When Sue began to rock Gina brought her cuffed wrists up and rubbed her arms over Sue’s thrusting rump. Gina had now experienced a woman climax in her mouth and was at that moment assured she had made the right decision.

“Fuck me again, Master, please,” Gina begged. “I want you.”

Gina even sounded pathetic for her own standards at the moment but didn’t care.

“In due time, slave,” Sue said as she began to put her latex suit back on.

The smacking sound and squeak of the rubber on Sue’s skin as she slithered into the suit made Gina writhe and plead.

“Get in the cabinet!”

Gina stood up and walked toward the cabinet as Sue guided her. Once inside her bound wrists were locked in place above her head.

“I’m going to the quartermaster to get your uniform. What are your measurements?”

Gina wondered for a moment then responded, “I’m 34b-25-40.

“Height and weight?”

“I am five three and 120 pounds.”

“Is that it?” Sue joked as she locked Gina inside the cabinet.

“Some women will be here shortly to clean you up; to shave you as I promised earlier. Be good and they’ll reward you, if you know what I mean.

The door to the lodge shut and Gina sat in darkened silence. She had plenty of time to regret her decision but did not. Then, out of nowhere, a scream filled the evening silence followed by distant laughter and cheering. She could only fantasize about that scenario except her hands were deliberately bound above her head.

She thought about Carl as everything began to make sense. His trips to Vancouver, BC had always made her wonder about his endeavors. She had worried because once she herself nearly accepted another woman’s invite for a weekend in Victoria. The woman was a guest speaker during her graduate studies who spelled out her romantic interest in Gina. That was not the first time a woman propositioned her in spite of her wedding ring.
Within the hour a group of women showed up and pulled Gina from her confines and put her in a chair. The hand and ankle cuffs were removed along with her hood. Her eyes adjusted to the light as the same women in panties stood and prepared to cut her hair. A topless woman took control and began cutting off Gina’s brunette locks. She pulled her shoulder length hair into a tight ponytail above her and swiftly cut it off. The crunching sound of the sharp scissors caused the women to giggle at Gina’s expense. The woman held the tuft of hair under Gina’s nose momentarily before tossing it to the floor. While straddling her legs, the woman leaned over to grab at another handful of hair and rubbed her boobs in Gina’s face. Instead of becoming upset or defensive Gina made a conscious effort to enjoy her ordeal and playfully nuzzled the nipples in front of her.

This assault would never happen in the real world so she just enjoyed it.

“Congratulations, slut. We hear your Sue’s newest whore,” one woman said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Yep,” Gina responded, not used to being called names.

“Yep, what?” demanded the woman with scissors.

“Yes, I’m a whore and a slut. Is that what you want me to say?”

“Not unless you mean it, bitch. You’re gonna be ridden hard and put away wet from now on. You’d better be sure.

The conversation was interrupted by the click of the electric shears. Gina looked quickly at the blades as her head was held in place.

Another woman said, “Get on your knees!” as she grabbed Gina by the ears and directed her out of the chair.

Within two minutes her hair was gone including her eyebrows.

One woman circled the women with a video camera documenting the entire session.

“Stand up, slut,” a quiet voice said.

Gina stood up wondering how she’d gone from a respectable associate biology professor to a lowly sex slave over night - willingly no less.

The woman sounded nice but was holding a razor in one hand and a palm full of shave cream in the other.

“Put your leg up on the chair and hold still,” the girl demanded as the electric shears began removing her pubic hair. The vibrating blades tickled her genitalia but stopped moments before she lost control. The girl with the razor and cream blew the excess hair from her crotch and proceeded to slathered Gina’s pussy with foam.

Gina nearly buckled as the cool cream soothed her heat.

“I said hold still, bitch!” she barked.

The woman had no inhibitions about shaving Gina’s pubic hair. She pulled on the folds of Gina’s labia to get her clean. Again, Gina bit her lip as the woman rubbed her pussy clean with a wet cloth.

“On your knees again, slave!”

“This is sort of like church!” Gina said with a smile.

“Tomorrow you’ll be pierced and collared, unlike church,” said one woman as she removed her bra.

The woman’s nipples were pierced and adorned with rings. She moved in for Gina’s closer inspection and proceeded to rub the rings over her nose.

Gina flicked the ring with her tongue as someone began rolling her own nipples between their fingertips.

“Well, have I been a good slave?” Gina asked breathlessly.

“You’ve been good. And bad,” said one woman.

“Punish me anyway,” responded Gina. She felt extremely naughty and her request was answered by the women pulling out of a bag two strap-on dildos. One was a well endowed cock and the other was a thin, finger-like probe with ridges.

One of the women behind her began rubbing her crotch against the newly shorn stubble as the pierced woman tugged her panties aside to show Gina her assorted pussy rings.

Gina instinctively began to service the ringed pussy and found herself sandwiched between the two women as they locked in a kiss.

The lust in the room was escalating as the remaining women became involved and grabbed Gina.

For some reason her wrists were once again bound with the handcuffs as she was carried over to a couch. Her cuffs were bound with cord and held in place. She was first penetrated by the big dildo. The pounding she received from behind lasted much longer than a man since there was no climax. But Gina wasn’t accustomed to quick orgasm with a penis anyway. After that was pulled out the women began to slather her buttocks with oil an ease their manicured fingertips into her anus.

“No. I’m not used to that!” she cried, but the women continued.

“Well, get used to it ,bitch. This is a warm up,” said a girl wearing the slender dildo.

Soon the girl worked her way around Gina and slowly drove the narrow shaft into her stretched anus.

“OH! …OUCH!” Gina bellowed.

The woman holding her arms in place let go momentarily and worked her panties down her thighs and off. She wadded them up and stuffed them in Gina’s mouth to squelch the noise. After an hour of constant fucking and repeat orgasms, she was returned to the closet to wait for Sue.

My husband Bill and I had been swingers for about 4 years when we came across a couple who hosted their own 'adult weekend retreats.' We had met them in a swingers group on the internet. We talked online and exchanged emails for about 3 weeks before we decided to visit them. The normal folks we met swinging were only into soft swing and never anything adventurous such as S&M and Bondage. This was a big interest of ours and we wanted to experience it further with others. When we met Rob and Kim online, they seemed to be into the same rough sex, and slave humiliation and torture as we had fantasized about, only they actually pursued and acted on it.
We introduced ourselves as Bill and Cathy and they hugged us hello. They invited us into the house and we followed them straight through to a back patio, where there was a full brunch being set on the garden table by an older woman in a servants uniform. We sat down and talked with them about our trip and sipped some drinks. It was nice to finally see them in person after all the talking that we had done online. We understood this to be a trip to fulfill our fantasies for the weekend. Since Rob and Kim were very well off financially, they had plenty of room to host and support their fantasy interests. Rob and Kim were both dominant masocists as was Bill; I was the submissive one who likes to be treated roughly and told what to do. I had also just recently confessed to my husband and then to Rob and Kim my interest in sexual humiliation. So I was a bit nervous as what to expect for the weekend, but we were assured by Kim and Rob to put our fantasies in their hands.

We finished off our drinks and Rob asked if we were ready to start our weekend. We both anxiously said yes and Kim asked me to follow her. She told me to leave my bags where they were and I followed her into the house and down a short hall to a room. Kim opened the door and motioned me to walk in. It was a beautiful powder room, done up in pinks and flowers, and looked like it had a couple closets as well, it was fit for a princess. I remarked at how beautiful it was. Kim walked straight through without saying anything back. She pulled out a black silk blindfold from the vanity drawer and proceeded to put it around my eyes tightly. She then told me to strip my clothes down naked. This took me off guard since I wasn't expecting it. I thought she had another beautiful surprise for me. "Don't make me have to tell you again!" she remarked. I nervously started taking off my clothes and then stood their naked. I felt her take my hand and lead me through what I had thought was a closet. I stepped through the doorway and felt immediately a cold cement floor. She let my hand fall and left me standing alone. I had no idea where I was or what was going to happen. "We can't have filthy little girls staying out our house" Kim said. She told me to stand straight with my arms down at my side and feet shoulder width apart. Next thing I felt cold water spraying on me from the front. It felt as if I was a car and she was hosing me down. She put a bar of soap in my hand and told me to wash my body. I ran the bar of soap across my arms and belly. Kim starts to bellow " Spread your legs and wash that pussy of yours" in a stern voice. I did what she said and then felt her concentrating the water hose directly at my pussy. The water cut off and things were quiet for a few moments, I stood their, naked and shaking with nipples hard.

I felt a towel being put around me and Kim removed my blindfold. I was shocked to see the servant lady holding the garden hose. I looked around the room and it was all made out of gray cement with drains for the water in the floor. A big change from the powder room I was just in. There was a long rectangular cement table in the center of the room. Kim told me to walk to the table and lie down on my back. I was very nervous and hesitant at this point, I had no idea there was someone else in the room. I had always desired this sort of sexual nervousness since I was a child; I just never expected to have it happen.

I lied down on the table. Kim and her servant walked around me. Kim told me to spread my legs to show Rita my pussy. I was so nervous. Rita (the servant lady) walked down to the end of the table, staring straight at me. I slid my legs apart slightly. Kim's voiced followed... "Cathy! Bend your knees and spread them wide open. Show Rita what a little slut we have visiting us." I bent my knees and spread my legs as I was told. Rita watched intently. Kim came over and pulled my arms over my head and tied the blindfold around my wrists. I closed my thighs, but they were immediately pulled back apart by Rita. She slapped my shaved pussy lips hard and said "No one told you to close your legs you little slut." I had goose bumps from her smacking me. Kim looped the blindfold over a hook on the table; my arms were now restrained above my head.

At this time, I had no idea what Bill was up to, and I wondered if he had any idea what was going on. Kim pulled out 2 more black scarves and tied them around my thighs and hooked them to either side of the table, leaving me spread wide open. I could feel the coldness of the table and cool air blowing across my body. My nipples were the hardest that they have ever been. I asked Kim what was Bill up to. She said "No one asked you to say anything and slapped me on the mouth. She went into the other room and came back with a small brown leather bag. Out of it she pulled a ball gag with a pink ball. She came over and strapped it on to me. It was the hugest ball gag I had seen and it hurt my jaws to have my mouth open that wide. Kim said "do you still want to talk now?" I shook my head no. Rita was rummaging through the bag and pulled out too stainless steel dildos, both the same size; large. She handed them to Kim and grabbed something small from the bag. She walked over to me and showed me two stainless steel clothes pins. She smiled and laughed and put one on my nipple. I jumped and squealed as it hurt like hell, and then she put one on my other nipple. I was arched in pain and grunting. I felt something cold on stomach; it was Kim was rubbing a steel dildo on me, looking into my eyes as she slid it towards my pussy.

She ran the cold steel across my pussy lips; it actually helped take my mind off my nipples. She then used her other hand to slap my pussy, once, twice, and then repeatedly. It stung and I arched and squirmed in pain. Rita grabbed my hair and wrapped it around her hand. She pulled it tight and I looked straight up at her. "This is how little sluts get treated...you like it...don't you...you fucking dirty slut." She kept gripping my hair as Kim penetrated my pussy with the dildo. It was freezing cold and she stuck it straight in. She moved it back and forth slowly then quickened the pace. I was starting to enjoy all the pain, and liked having Rita pull my hair and look down at my naked body. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I hear Kim say "What the hell is this? Why are you getting my pretty dildo all wet?." She pulled it from my pussy and showed it to me, it was covered with my slippery juices. She rubbed it around the ball-gag and on my lips and told me to taste my nasty pussy.

Rita took the nipple clips off me and repositioned them, making me wince in pain again. Kim said she was going to teach me a lesson for cuming on her dildo. She took it and started probing my ass with it. She was careful at first to not injure my tender ass, but quickly had it fully inserted into me. She fucked my ass with the big steel dildo. I felt it gaping me open, she must have thought I was getting too loose and she got an even bigger dildo from her bag. This one was huge and I was scared. She slid it quickly into my pussy and got it wet and stuck it directly into my ass. I winced in pain as she didn't ease into it. She pushed the dildo all the way into my ass and this brought some tears to my eyes. Kim grabbed a camera from the brown bag and snapped a picture of me laying their naked and wide open. She said she wanted to show my husband what dirty slut he married.

To be continued.

Linda arrived home that same evening and found a note taped to her front door. She smiled when she opened it and recognized the strong, fluid writing that was unmistakably Paul's. It was a set of instructions, including being at his place in a little over an hour. Linda hustled into her apartment and quickly showered. By the time she fixed her hair and grabbed a quick meal, she had barely enough time to get over to her Master's, so she threw on what she had been wearing earlier and hoped back into her car.

Linda drove like a maniac through the busy streets, and only managed to arrive out front of the large, three-car garage home with barely a minute to spare. No doubt, her little exercise early in the day would have gotten him pretty wound up, and she didn't want to displease him by being late for whatever he had planned as she scurried up to the front door.

Paul always had a way of making certain that everything they did together was intense. During the week, she was a power executive for a large firm with more authority and control than she ever thought a woman could have in a man's world. Some night's during the week, she was the one who was aggressive and in control of the men she allowed to share her bed. But every Saturday morning until late Sunday night, without error, she belonged to him. Some weekends he remained aloof and she wouldn't hear from him. And she learned her lesson well when she tried to be the aggressor and went to see him on a horny and restless Sunday afternoon. If he didn't show interest, she was always able to find other things to keep herself occupied. And, sometimes, the solitude was good for her.

Linda didn't hesitate and walked right through the front door, locking it after her. There was another note on the table just inside the door that simply read, "Basement". Linda's light blue eyes twinkled and she shivered as she felt her entire body tingling. There were two sets of stairs leading beneath Paul's house. One set lead to his cellar. It was mainly a wine cellar with some storage areas. The other set, her destination lead to what Paul called his Basement. Dungeon was a more accurate term, Linda thought as she hurried towards the forbidden door. All the games they played together and all the places that Paul took her were just added bonuses. The dungeon was what had brought them together, their mutual love and need of everything that defined BDSM; it was her need to be dominated, his need to dominate, and their shared desire for pleasure-pain.

Linda's heels clicked on the hardwood steps as she carefully descended into the large playroom. Paul was very pleased with the room, and Linda was very impressed. It seemed to include every toy and apparatus that she had ever seen or heard of, and many that she didn't. There were chains and shackles hanging in various places from the rough, cinderblock styled walls, floor and ceiling, several tables of various shapes and uses, crosses, benches, and cabinets holding a sacred assortments of whips and floggers, canes and paddles, clamps and claws. Every time she entered the room, she felt an overwhelming awe at the power of the room. It was dimly lit, not dark, but faint enough to cast eerie shadows about the dark walls and concrete floor. No music was ever played in the huge room; Paul preferred the natural echo of moans and groans and tortured flesh. The room was cool, but not cold, making it very comfortable for the work that was done there. Linda's nipples hardened with the chill and the thought.

Paul approached her from across the room. He was wearing black, leather pants lined with metal studs up the outside seams, tucked into heavy, black boots. A studded, snap on codpiece cupped around his cock. He wore no shirt over his muscular chest, but had on a pair of leather suspenders with an "x" connecting them together on the front and back. A leather mask covered his face, showing only his dark eyes and open mouth, and both looked hungry as he got closer her. She gave him only a quick glance before lowering her eyes respectfully to the floor.

At over six feet tall and two hundred pounds, he was an imposing man, and dressed as he was he was terrifying even to Linda. But that was part of the whole excitement of what they shared. She didn't know much about him; that was part of the rules. She knew that he was in his mid to late thirties, owned a very prosperous business, and came from a family of money. Beyond that, his personal life was taboo to her, except for the occasional piece of information she could pick from the things they did together or the places he took her. Not that she minded. The set up was ideal, and if it ever progressed to anything more, it would likely ruin what they had.

Paul stopped in front of her and looked her up and down. "Present," he snapped. Linda immediately stood straight up, her legs slightly apart, with her hands clasped behind her back for his inspection. She tried not to smirk in pure glee as the excitement of serving took over her. His gaze tore into her as his right hand crept under her skirt hem and touched her bare cunt. Her damp cunt turned wet at his touch sent shivers up her spine.

"Strip," he ordered as he took a step back, the tight leather creaking on his body. Linda didn't hesitate as she started popping buttons and flung her shirt to the floor. "Slower." She pouted, eager to continue, but did as he ordered. Looking into his eyes, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra and casually, almost teasingly pulled the cups away from her tits and shrugged the straps off of her shoulder. She toyed with the bra on one finger for a moment before letting the garment drop to the floor.

Linda waggled her thin eyebrows at him as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slowly eased it to the floor. Stepping out of it, she shucked her pumps off, gasping as she placed her bare feet on the cold floor. Goosebumps spread over her entire body, both from the chill and the crisp tension.

"Present," Paul ordered again. Linda quickly assumed the position and tried to keep her eyes forward and lowered as her Master slowly walked around her, sometimes caressing, sometimes touching and poking at different parts of her exposed body. "Come." Paul turned and started to walk away, catching Linda off guard. She hurried to catch up, walking behind and to his left, matching his speed.

Paul's heavy boots thudded on the hard floor, a loud, echoing contrast to Linda's silent padding. He stopped beneath a set of shackles in the middle of the room and grabbed Linda's arms. Without a word, she watched as he raised each arm and locked her wrists into place above her head. He gave the chains a couple of sharp jerks to test their strength and disappeared behind her. Linda had to forcibly restrain herself from turning and looking to see what he was doing, but she knew better, had been trained better.

She felt a touch around her head before the blindfold was slipped into place. She squeaked and caught her breath. The one thing that frustrated and turned her on more than other was not being able to see what was about to happen to her.

"Chest out." Linda thrust her chest forward without hesitation. She loved having her large tits mauled in all ways, from gentle caresses to painful whippings. "Tell me what I'm going to do to you." His deep voice seemed to come from all around her, and her head moved her from side to side, trying to catch the direction of the source. He seemed to be circling around her prone form.

"You're going to use me however you want to use me, Master." She felt her cunt tingle when she said the words aloud.

She gasped out loud when a crack filled the air followed by a sting and Paul slapped one of his hands off of her left breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened to their full size as her tit jiggled and reddened with the force of his slap, but she only thrust her chest out harder. "Mmmm, thank you, Master."

Paul smiled into her blindfold and slapped her tit again, watching happily as it giggled about on her chest and reddened even more. She groaned in pleasure. Paul had constantly tested her pain threshold in the past, but had been unable to find it. He had no desire to permanently scar her flesh, at least not yet, and that seemed likely the only way to find her threshold. Maybe he would find it someday, but for now they were both more than content with what they had.

"I have a new device today, pet" he said, his voice coming from behind her. She felt goose bumps shiver over her flesh. "I have been waiting all week to try it out. Do you want me to use it on you?"

"If it pleases you, Master," she quivered, "I would like it very much."

"Then I shall. But first, I need to get you ready. It has been a while since my toys have had any real use. I think they need to see some use today."

"Yes, Master. I understand." There was more glee than dread in her voice, but she fought desperately with her hearing, trying to discover from which direction her would attack first.

The answer came from behind her as she heard the whoosh of a whip cut through the air before snapping soundly off her ass. She shrieked in surprise and stinging pain, tears instantly filling her covered eyes. A second and a third and a forth strike followed in rapid succession and she was thrust forward a few steps from the blows.

Linda was gasping for breath as her ass stung a bright red. It throbbed through her body and tingled in her pussy, making her juices flow. She couldn't hear him over her own panting, but suddenly there was another strike as the whip contacted with her ass from the other direction. Four more rapid hits left her ass almost glowing with the heat. Linda shrieked again and groaned loudly when they finally stopped.

Paul had many years' practice with the whip, and could extinguish a burning candle with his gentle and accurate touch. But he wasn't gentle with Linda. Linda felt his hand cup across her cheeks, his cool skin ice cold on her burning ass, and she jumped with a squeak. He caressed it gently, making her moan, before drawing his hand back and striking her abused bottom with a heavy spank. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying, but her entire body was tingling hotly.

"Ready for more?" he asked, his voice further away, against one wall.

"Yes, Master," she purred. "Give me everything you want to give me. My body belongs to you, for your amusement alone."

Paul wrapped his hand around his favorite flogger and stalked back towards his pet. It was a cat-o-nine that had been specially made for his hand size and strength. The best part was that every few inches of the twenty-inch strands had a knot tied in it. This added a bit of punch the regular sting.

Linda grunted as the flogger came down across her left tit and caused her pull back involuntarily. Paul smiled. He enjoyed catching her off guard. She was a very disciplined slave in his hands, but it was always reassuring that he could still make her loose her focus, even if only a little. The day he stopped being able to, was the day that their games would end.

The flogger came down again across her other breast, causing the heavy tit to jiggle and brighten. Linda was more prepared with time, and took it the strike without backing away. Paul loved the way the flogger felt as made contact with her tit, the solid vibration it sent back through the toy. Linda loved the contact with the soft, snapping leather on her bare skin. She loved how it tingled through her skin for hours after.

"Mmmm," she moaned through gritted teeth. "Thank you, Master. May I have more?"

"No begging unless I tell you to," he snapped and flogged her stomach in several, quick whips. Linda howled but stood her ground.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master."

"If you're going to be demanding, I may have to not show you my new toy."

"No, Master. I'm so sorry. I will be good. I promise. Use me however you see fit, Master. I belong only to you." The sting of his flogger was the only answer he gave as he whipped her tits again and again. Each strike sent an echo throughout the large room, quickly followed by Linda's squeaks and groans.

"Mmmm, yes, Master. Use me as much as you want. Yesss." Her cunt was on fire and burning even more with each strike. It soon became impossible to tell which was hotter, her abused tits or her burning cunt.

The sensations became too much as she threw her head. "Oh, Master, I'm going to cum. Please, Master, say I can cum. Mmmm." She nearly screamed when the flogging abruptly stopped and her head was pulled back even more. She could feel Paul's hand yanking her hair back, the new pain dousing her orgasm before it could fully being.

"Not yet," Paul whispered, his hot breath tickling Linda's lips.

Linda was left hanging, her ass, stomach and tits tingling from the whippings, and her cunt leaking juices. She squinted when the blindfold was finally removed and Paul stood in front of her. He had removed the codpiece from his pants, and his nine-inch cock bobbed lewdly in the air at nearly full hardness. It had obviously been freshly shaved. Like Linda, he preferred baldness in certain areas. There was some neatly trimmed, thick black hair at the base, but his balls and shaft were completely hairless. Linda licked her lips, her eyes glued to his waving cock.

"What are you looking at?" Paul asked as he stopped in front of her.

"Your cock, Master," she purred. "I looks so good. I want to please it for you."

Paul reached out and grabbed her face roughly with his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. She winced, but stood firm. His face was only inches from hers, and his dark eyes burned with malice and mischief. If she had no desired to be where she was at that moment, she would have been afraid for her life.

"Wouldn't you rather see what new toy I have for us?"

"I would rather please your cock, Master," she whimpered. "But I will do whatever you wish me to." Paul unhooked her shackles and started to walk away.

"Follow," he commanded. Linda lowered her head and meekly followed. He stopped in front of a pommel horse-like table with adjustable legs for various lengths. It had to handles on top of it that could also be adjusted for different widths. Linda always wondered how much other activity went on down here when she wasn't present. She wasn't jealous of other women, or the idea of sharing her weekend Master, but she was jealous of being left out of so much fun.

"Down" he said. Linda knew what was expected of her. Paul found it hard sometimes to resist her. She was an incredible looking woman with a body that he often lusted for all week long. He watched as she gave his hard cock a quick glance before bending at the waist and lowering herself into position. Her tits swung and jiggled before squishing into the polished wood, and her ass was thrust straight out. It was hard not to simply stand behind her and thrust her cock into her waiting cunt. But control was what he had always been about. And he had other women for when he didn't want control.

The table was set perfectly for Linda. As she bent in half, most of her chest rested on the table surface. She spread her arms out from her body and grabbed the handles that were at the very edge of her reach. With a lot of effort, she was able to tilt her head back and look forward as Paul moved in front of her, a cane in hand. He moved forward so that his cock bobbed before her mouth. She flicked out with her tongue, but it was still just out of reach and she groaned sadly.

"What's the matter? Do you want my cock, pet?"

"Oh, yes, Master."

"What do you want to do with it, pet?"

"I want to take it in my mouth, Master. I want to take it down my throat and work it over with all the pleasures my mouth can give until it cums so I can swallow it all."

"No," he said and walked behind her. Linda whimpered. She shivered when she felt the tip of the cane rub across her inner leg. It brushed up and down her thigh before lightly touching her pussy lips. She almost came at the touch as he super sensitive cunt begged for release. "Count."

"One," she choked as the cane was brought down against her already abused ass cheeks. The strike was much harder and created an instant welt much bigger than the whip had. Tears flooded her eyes, but her ass wiggled. "Two," she grunted, all of her muscles flexing to keep her body still. "Three. Four. Five. Six." Her voice became louder as the pain intensified with the increasingly harder blows. "Seven. Eight. Nine. Ahhh, Ten."

"Present."

Linda grimaced and let go of the handles. Her hands hurt, the knuckles having turned white from the grip. Breathing hard, she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet before assuming the ordered position. Her nipples were rock hard, and her entire body seemed about to explode with sensation.

"Follow." Paul leaned the cane against the table and led her towards one of the several harnesses that were suspended from the ceiling. With Paul's help, they strapped her into it. The position she was locked in always reminded Paul of a skydiver free falling. She was hanging face down and spread-eagle. Her arms were locked away from her body, and her legs spread legs were bent at the knee and hooked away.

Paul slapped idly at his huge tits as they hung and swayed freely from her body. He moved to her head and grabbed her hair to steady her slightly swaying form. Without warning, he thrust his cock in her open mouth. She choked and nearly gagged as he forced it down her throat until nearly his entire length was inside of her mouth. She moaned and he pounded his cock into her mouth for several thrusts before pulling back.

"It is time for the unveiling," he said proudly before disappearing into an unlit corner. He returned seconds later rolling something covered with a sheet. Linda stared at it in awe as he slowly pulled the sheet away.

It appeared to be some sort of mechanism secured in a steel box on wheels. But it was what was on top of the box that made Linda's eyes bulge. There was a dildo that she would guess perfectly simulated Paul's cock in every dimension. It was attached to an arm hooked to a hydraulic lever. Paul ran the extension cord to the closest wall socket and turned a dial on the box.

"I spent a lot of time and effort on the design of this," he said as Linda watched the fake cock slowly pump back and forth on the arm. He slowly turned the dial and the pumping increased in speed from a slow, to a moderate, to an inhuman pace. Her cunt was oozing. Paul flipped a small switch and the entire arm and cock hummed as it vibrated in addition to the pumping.

He allowed her a few moments to take in the wondrous device before shutting it off and wheeling it into position between her legs. He lined up and slowly extended it, forcing it into her tight cunt. She moaned in pure delight as it entered her body. Paul pushed it in deeper until nearly its entire length was forced inside of her. He made a few adjustments before slowly turning it on. He watched happily as it slowly pumped deep inside of her and out so that only a couple of inches remained within. Satisfied, he slowly increased the speed. Before long, Linda's moaning was mingling with the gentle whoosh of the hydraulics as the fake cock fucked her in powerful strides. Paul watched as Linda's entire body twitched and trembled with the pleasure of the automatic fucking. Her eyes were tightly closed and a soft mewing was escaping her lips. He flipped the switched and the vibrations started.

"Master, I'm going to, ahhh, Master, can I- Ahhhh! Cum." Linda babbled incoherently, trying to beg for permission to have release, but it was no use. The hard fucking, and sudden, powerful vibrations were too much as her orgasm began immediately. Paul only smiled as she screamed and babbled as her orgasm washed through her. He didn't mind that she came without his spoken permission, and was pleased with find his machine worked so well. He increased the speed slowly until it was at full and stepped back.
Linda shook and shuddered in the harness, screeching and yelling as she fought for some sort of control. All she knew was pleasure as her orgasm buzzed through her nearly non-stop. Her body was soon covered in sweat, and she panted and moaned as the machine pummeled her cunt. Her large tits bounced erotically beneath her, capturing much of Paul's attention. He allowed it go on for ten full minutes before turning the dial off, ending it as it cycled inside of her. His cock was throbbing painfully, needing satisfaction.

He didn't know if she had cum a dozen times, or orgasmed once and long. Sweat poured from her body as she still twitched from the vibration that Paul purposefully left on. Her pussy juice was flowing, dripping onto the floor from her soaked and overwhelmed cunt. She gasped and tried to find her voice, but it was lost in the afterglow of her cum.

Paul retrieved a tube of Vaseline from a cabinet and straddled the machine behind her. He squirted a blob onto his two fingers and, spreading her cheeks with one hand, thrust his fingers into her ass. She grunted at the sudden, painful intrusion, but it only added to the entire pleasure she was experiencing. Paul took hold of his cock and lined it up with her asshole. Grabbing her hips tightly, he thrust forward. Linda screamed as his cock tore into her, burying itself all the way inside. The vibrations from the machine and the tightness of her ass almost made Paul cum instantly, but he managed to hold back.

Linda could do nothing through her pleasure filled brain as Paul tightened his grip on her hips and fucked her ass hard. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so full as she twin cocks filled her up. The fucking machine was incredible, but the double penetration was almost equal in feeling. She could have stayed frozen like that all night long.

"Oh, Master," she moaned, able to find her voice again. "Master, its coming again. Oh please, Master, may I cum for you."

"Cum for me, pet," he grunted. He had barely completed his sentence when he felt her body explode into another powerful orgasm. The vibration and now her own shaking were too much, and with a final thrust he rammed his cock deep inside her and came in his ass.

Linda was only dully aware of the hot cum spewing into her ass as her orgasm took control of her entire body and mind once more. Paul groaned loudly, emptying all of his seed inside of her before pulling out with a wet plop, and leaning back against a table for support. He was breathing heavy and had his eyes closed. Waiting a few minutes to bath in the afterglow, he shut off the machine and pulled it free of her body. The entire cock and shaft, and top of the box were wet with her cunt juice. Paul helped her down from harness and escorted her as she stumbled her way to where her clothes lay in a pile.

"Goodnight, pet," he said simple as he turned away.

Linda smiled blissfully and gathered her things. Taking an extra minute to regain enough strength to make the climb up the stairs and to her car, she gave her weekend Master a final glance. "Good night, Master," she purred. "And thank you, Master. I loved being used by your new toy." Paul only nodded and watched her exit, fully satisfied, into the night.

"Hello?" Linda answered her cell phone with a cheerful tone.

"Where are you, pet?" She smiled at Paul's blunt greeting. It was Saturday afternoon, and she knew that she could expect a call from her weekend master at any time. She shouldn't have been so surprised though, as it had been two weeks since he had taken her to that incredible party.

"Having lunch with a friend at Earls." She smiled at her female co-worker that she often went out with shopping and for casual lunches such as this one. They were in a semi-crowded, popular restaurant that was perhaps half full.

"Excuse yourself and go to the bathroom with your purse. I'll call back in one minute."

Linda smiled to herself then to her friend and she closed her cell phone, and politely excused herself. She hustled to the ladies washroom and waited impatiently inside. It was a warm day, and she had opted for a loose button up blouse and a short, black skirt with pumps. It was a simple look, but over her body it caught the eye of every man and most women she passed. The blouse was tucked neatly inside the tight waistband of her skirt, and unbuttoned to the point where her bra showed. Not that it needed to. She has chosen a black, lacey bra to wear under the semi-sheer fabric of the shirt, making the outline of her large breasts very evident. She toyed with her hem of her short skirt that stopped well above mid-thigh and waited for the expected ring.

"Hi, Master," she purred when she opened the phone again and placed it to her ear.

"Hello, pet," Paul's deep voice rumbled. "What are you wearing today?"

"Nothing special. Just a white blouse with a pushup bra, and short skirt, no panties." She giggled at that.

"Good, go into one of the stalls."

"Okay, Master," she said as she carefully closed and locked the door. Her heart started racing and her pussy was already tingling.

"Take the dildo out of your purse and place it somewhere close."

Linda smiled. She never went anywhere without her dildo. It was a flesh coloured, soft toy, about seven inches long and nicely rounded. It wasn't as large as Paul's, or some of the men she infrequently saw during the week, but it was what she would consider average. And she liked it very much. More than one occasion saw her at work in a very similar situation, all alone in the bathroom trying to feed her insatiable appetite. She pulled it out and placed it on the toilet paper dispenser.

"Okay, it's out."

"Unbottun your blouse. And unclasp your bra." Linda quickly pulled her blouse out and undid the remaining buttons. Another habit of hers was front clasping bras. She didn't own a single one that clasped at the back. She liked the freedom to be able to free her tits at a moment's notice. "Now, sit down and pull your skirt up over your waist as you do."

"Okay, Master," she purred as she dropped the seat cover down and sat ass naked on top of it.

"Roam your naked flesh with your free hand and describe to me what you are doing."

She smiled and rubbed her long nails against her cheek. "I'm starting with my smooth cheek, Master. I like the way my long, sharp nails drag against the soft skin. It gives me goose bumps, and makes me wet." She giggled and moaned slightly. "Now I'm dragging my nails down across my neck. You know sensitive my neck is. It makes my whole body burn to have the skin there teased like this. But I would rather have it nipped and licked and kissed. Mmmm. Now I'm moving my hand down over my chest onto to my left tit. I love my tits, Master. They're so big and sensitive. I love to have them groped and kneaded like I'm doing to it right now. I love how they are so much bigger than my hand and can be mauled so much. Mmmm. I'm rubbing my big, hard nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Feels so good. Ahhhh. I could do this all day and make myself cum and cum just from the touch. Mmmmm. Yessss, I could do this forever. It feels so good, Master, makes my cunt so wet. Ahhh, mmmm.

"Now I'm moving my hand down across my stomach. It's just the way I like it, flat and smooth. It's shapely and just soft enough to be feminine, not all ripped like some women do. I hate that look on a woman. A woman's body should be smooth and inviting." She giggled again. "My belly button is so ticklish, especially when I scratch my nail across and around it. Mmmm. Now, I'm finally moving my hand down even lower, over the tops of my legs and along my inner thighs. I would die if someone spent hours just adoring my legs and thighs. It feels so good to touch myself. Ooohh, Master, I wish you were here touching me right now.

"I could do that forever, but I want to touch my cunt now. It is so smooth, I just shaved it this morning. The skin it so fresh feeling, and so wet. Master, I'm touching the lips of my pussy and I can feel my juices all over them. Ahh, I just brushed my clit. It almost made me cum. Mmmm. I'm sliding one of my fingers into my cunt. Feels so good. My finger is already soaked. Now I'm licking it off. Mmmm. I taste so good, Master. You should be here to taste how good I am. You would want to eat me forever."

"Yes, pet, I probably would." Paul's voice broke her revere, and her eyes snapped open. "I want you to grab your dildo and suck on it."

"Yes, Master." It was something she had done many times before. Grabbing her favorite of many toys, she eager slurped it into her mouth and sucked it into her mouth. She began sucking it in and out her mouth, fucking the toy into her throat. The flavour lacked that of a real cock, but the texture and flexibility were all very realistic, which is the main reason she loved it so much. She ran her tongue along the shaft, swallowing it even more until the tip of her tongue lapped at the fake balls hanging from the base. She had a sudden mental picture of how she must have looked at that moment with her blouse open, exposing her heavy tits, and her short skirt pulled up to her waist as she mouth fucked a dildo while talking on her cell phone. She nearly choked.

The sounds of slurping filled the room and echoed into the cell phone as Linda messily attacked the rubber cock. Saliva dripped from the shaft and onto her chin as she sucked away.

"Rub the dildo all over your tits, now, pet."

"Yes, Master," Linda replied sadly after reluctantly pulling the cock out of her mouth with a plop. The disappointment soon turned to a groan as she rubbed the wet toy over her sensitive tits and nipples. "Mmmm, Master, that feels good. It feels like a real cock rubbing all over my tits, all hot and wet. I wish it was a real cock and could cum all over my tits."

"That's enough pet. Now, I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo. I want you to fuck yourself hard and I want to hear you enjoy even second of it until you cum."

"Okay, Master," she cooed. She rocked forward so that her ass was on the very edge of the seat, and lifted one leg to rest it against the toilet paper dispenser. If she was a spectacle before, with the dildo in her mouth, she was about to become a major attraction as she lined the cock up with her dripping cunt. "I'm ready, Master."

"Then shove it in, and let me hear all of it."

"Ahhh, Master, it feels so good." She took a firm grip of the rubber cock and forced it against her cunt hole. She was so slick and ready, the toy easily slid half way inside of her. "Oh, yesss. It feels so good. Oh yess. Oh fuck. I love it. I love being fucked in my cunt. The hard cock deep inside my cunt." She grunted as she rammed the entire length deep inside of herself. "Ahh, so deep. Deeper. I need more. Master, yes, oh fuck."

Linda began writhing on the toilet seat as she moaned and babbled incoherently into the phone. She fucked herself hard and fast, her cunt muscles clenching with every thrust, igniting every nerve ending.

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum." Linda vaguely heard the door to the washroom open and close. She couldn't have stopped then if she wanted to, and likely wouldn't have if she could. "Master, please may I come. Master, I want to cum so bad. Say I can. Please, Master."

"Yes, cum for me, pet," Paul rasped. "Let me hear you cum."

"Yes, of fuck. Oh, Master, yes, I'm cumming. Ohh. OHHHHH." Linda's whole body shook and quivered and she had to let go of the dildo and grab the wall to keep from falling from the toilet seat. Her screeching wails echoed in the tiled room as her cunt and body spasmed in massive orgasm.

When she finally regained her wits, she weakly caught the dildo before it fell from her relaxing cunt and wiped her brow.

"Make sure you clean the dildo off good, and enjoy the rest of your lunch."

"Thank you, Master," Linda whispered before hanging up. She put the cock back in her mouth, sucking her juices clean from the rubber before putting it back in her purse. Glancing at her watch, she was shocked that only ten minutes had passed. But her friend would be getting concerned, no doubt, and she hastily fixed up her clothes and stepped out of the stall.

An older woman, perhaps in her fifties, dressed sharply and elegantly, stood by the sinks staring wide eyed as Linda appeared. Without missing a beat, Linda puckered her lips at the older woman in a fake kiss, checked herself quickly in the mirror, making a few adjustments to her clothes and hair, and walked away. Her repressed giggles echoed throughout the washroom as Linda pulled the door open and gracefully exited. The woman stared at her in horror as she left before daring to peer into the stall in total wonderment.

Note: I suggest you read the earlier installments of this story before reading this part.

Carla and Andy followed Sarah back to our table after a suspiciously long time in the bathroom. As Sarah approached, I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow inquiringly. She just smiled back at me and mouthed "later." I suspected something had gone on in there, but knew enough not to push her to find out what it was. Just as they got back our main courses arrived and we proceeded to eat them. Neither Carla nor Andy gave me a clue as to what had transpired, and everybody carried on with the meal as if nothing had happened. I participated in the conversation and hoped that Sarah would fill me in later.

Having had enough wine already, we all switched to soft drinks as we finished dinner and had a delicious dessert. The four of us were flirting with each other, laughing, and having a great time. We had gotten quite friendly with Carla and Andy which, given the circumstances of all that had occurred since they had arrived a little more than 24 hours earlier, was not very surprising. Sarah's a very physical woman, and a number of times I saw her put her hand on Carla or on Andy. A couple of times she even reached across Carla's lap to squeeze my thigh as she laughed in response to something I said.

After splitting the bill, we headed back to our car. As I walked next to Sarah, with Carla and Andy a few steps behind, I quietly asked her what had gone on in the restaurant. She again gave me the same smile as earlier, and said in an equally low voice, "Don't you worry, love, I'll tell you later." With that, she patted me on the ass and continued walking toward the car.

As I got in, Andy started to get into the back seat behind me, and Sarah said to him, "Why don't you go ahead and sit up front with Bob, Andy. Your taller than I am so you'll have more leg room and be more comfortable." Andy said, "Thanks," and got in next to me. Sarah got in behind the driver's seat, next to Carla.

"Bob," Sarah said, "let's show our guests around the town a little bit. They've never been here before, so maybe they'd like to see some of the sights."

I turned around and gave her a quizzical look. By this time it was quite dark and I wasn't quite sure what she expected them to see. "Um, honey," I said, "what did you want to show them in the dark?"

She responded, "Oh, there are certainly some sights. We can drive them around downtown so they can see Main Street, and we can show them the lake from the other side – the moonlight on the lake will be beautiful tonight."

I simply replied, "Okay, whatever," and drove off. We continued our conversation, mostly more gossip about people we knew in common. After a bit of this Andy and I shifted to talking about sports; we're both big baseball fans, but of other teams. Sarah and Carla continued talking in the back; I wasn't really following their conversation, but they were both laughing quite a bit. As I glanced in the rear view mirror, I could see they were sitting right next to each other, thigh to thigh. Sarah had her right hand resting lightly on Carla's left thigh, having inched her dress up quite a bit above her knees.

I drove them around the downtown area, pointing out some of the cute shops and restaurants that dotted Main Street. Sarah and Carla were quiet at this point, both of them looking out the window, as was Andy. At the end of Main Street, I headed north toward the opposite side of the lake from our house. Andy and I resumed our conversation, debating whose team had the best chance of making the playoffs this year.

As we approached the lake, I again glanced in the rear view mirror and was greeted with quite a sight that I could just make out in the moonlight. The top two buttons of Carla's blouse were undone, exposing the top of her large breasts and a lacy red bra. Carla's head was thrown back on the backseat headrest, her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted and her legs were even more so. My wife's right hand was gently stroking Carla's breast while her left hand had disappeared underneath Carla's skirt. From the motion of her arm, it was quite evident what she was doing, which was mirroring on Carla's pussy what her right hand was doing to Carla's breast. Unbeknownst to me, Carla wasn't wearing any panties, because they were on her husband next to me!

I elbowed Andy and jerked my thumb toward the backseat. He swiveled his head around to catch a view of what the women were doing back there. He looked over at me for a second with a big grin on his face, and then turned back to watch the show. I felt left out, having to drive, so I cleared my throat and inquired, "Enjoying the ride, ladies?"

Sarah chuckled and replied, "Oh yes, Bob, you're being a wonderful chauffeur," and Carla simply said, "Ummmmmm." Just ahead of us was a small parking area near a private beach on the lake. I decided with all the distraction it was probably best that I pull in there before I got us in an accident. There was nobody else parked there, which was not surprising given that it was a private beach for a handful of houses on that section of the lake and it was quite a bit after sunset.

I turned the car off, but left the radio on and swiveled around to join Andy in watching the show in the backseat. The lights from the dashboard and the full moon reflected in the lake provided enough light to be able to see what was going on. By this time, Sarah had undone another button on Carla's blouse, and had unfastened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. She was now pulling and squeezing one of her nipples, while her other hand was working more furiously on her pussy. Carla's mouth was now open, her tongue hanging out, and deep moans were coming out of her throat. The smell of sex was ripe in the car, and my mind quickly flashed to whether Carla's leaking pussy was going to stain my leather seats right through her dress. But I was quickly brought back to the action at hand as I heard Carla's breathing and moans getting faster, and she started saying, "Yes, yes, yes, that's it, keep going."

And then Sarah stopped. She continued to tweak Carla's nipple, but she pulled her hand out from Carla's dress, much to her dismay. Carla's eyes shot open, and she looked over at Sarah and snarled, "You are SUCH a shit. I can't believe you did that to me again – I was so fucking close to cumming, you can't imagine."

Sarah just laughed and replied, "Oh yes, my pet, I certainly can imagine, and that's exactly why I stopped." She let go of Carla's nipple as Carla sneered back at her, "Tease!"

Andy laughed, and Carla gave him a dirty look. "So you think it's funny, huh? How would you like it?"

I looked at her and said, "Again?" But before she could answer, Sarah said, "Better be careful, boys, or you don't know what I might do. I'll deal with you two later," and she gave us a wink. She turned back to Carla and said, "Come here, sweetie," opening up her arms for her. Carla gave her a dirty look for a second, but then she leaned over and put her head on Sarah's chest, as Sarah wrapped her right arm around her. I looked at Andy to see if he knew what was going on, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I know you're frustrated, but I thought it might be fun to get you a little more aroused."

"Fun?" Carla replied, looking up at her. "Only fun if I can finally get satisfied."

Sarah laughed again and said, "Not to worry, I'll take care of you in due time. For now, why don't you pay a little attention to me. Sit up for a sec." Carla lifted her head and sat upright. As she did, Sarah lifted her ass off the seat, and hiked up her dress to her waist. There wasn't enough light to see, but I knew my wife well enough to know that her panties would be quite soaked.

Sarah said to Carla, "Go ahead, my pet, have a taste." Carla didn't hesitate, scooting her ass to the other side of the back seat so she could lean down and get her face in Sarah's pussy. Andy and I were mesmerized, both of us watching the wonderful show as his wife began running her tongue up and down my wife's panty-covered slit. Sarah was leaning back against the seat, and she had lifted one of her tits out of her bra, and was rolling the nipple between her fingers. She smiled at Andy and me. I knew the exhibitionist in her was enjoying putting on a show almost as much as she was enjoying Carla's tongue on her pussy.

After a few minutes of this, Sarah said, "Take my panties off sweetie." Carla started to lift her head, but before she got very far, Sarah said, "Wait – don't move. I want you to use your teeth." With that, she lifted her ass off the seat again, and Carla bowed her head back down. She somehow managed to get Sarah's panties between her teeth, and working them back and forth down Sarah's legs, got them to her ankles. Sarah lifted each foot in sequence, and Carla freed the panties and dropped them from her teeth onto the seat.

"Ah, much better, now come back here pet and finish what you started." Carla's head went back to Sarah's bald pussy, and she continued working her tongue up and down the slit and around her lips. Even in the dimly-lit car, I could now see the wetness leaking out of Sarah and onto her dress. The moon provided just enough light to see the sheen of her pussy juice on Carla's cheeks.

Sarah's chest was rising as her breath came faster and faster. But then she said, "Hold on, sweetie," and Carla lifted her head. Sarah sat up and turned around, putting her ass toward Carla and her crossed arms and head on the headrest in the back seat. She reached back, and flipped the bottom of her red dress up and over her waist, exposing her round ass to our new friend. "Okay, get back to work now." Carla leaned back down again, and began licking all over Sarah's ass cheeks.

By this time, I was obviously hard as a rock, and I snuck a glance over at Andy and could see that his khakis were tenting also. It was everything I could do not to unzip my pants, pull out my cock and start stroking it in response to the show being put on in the back seat. As I turned back to look, Carla was now running her tongue up and down Sarah's crack from the top, all the way down and just poking between her pussy lips. The combination of Carla's saliva and Sarah's pussy juice was glistening in the moonlight.

Soft sighs were coming out of Sarah as Carla continued her licking. I knew that this was one of Sarah's favorite activities, having somebody licking her ass all over. The combination of the Domme in her and the warm, wet sensation of a tongue on her ass was something she couldn't resist. As Carla continued to run her tongue up and down Sarah's crack, she was pausing longer and longer at Sarah's cute little rosebud. She eventually began just concentrating there, running her tongue in a circle, rimming her just the way I knew she liked it.

Sarah said quietly, "Use your fingers in my pussy, sweetie." Carla quickly complied, taking two fingers and beginning to ram them in and out of Sarah's pussy as her tongue began to push more insistently into Sarah's pucker. Sarah began rocking her ass back into Carla's face, forcing her tongue deep into her asshole. I knew she was close, and with only a few more thrusts of Carla's fingers in harmony with her tongue, a crashing orgasm overtook Sarah with a loud "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Carla slowed her fingers, gently easing them out of Sarah's pussy and pulled her head back from Sarah's now very wet ass.

Sarah turned around, leaning back against the seat. She put her bare legs up over Carla's across the seat. "That was just wonderful, pet, you're such a good ass licker!" Carla just smiled sheepishly, and said, "Thanks, Sarah. I enjoyed it too." Sarah motioned to Carla to turn around and lean back against her. Carla quickly complied, resting the back of her head and upper body against Sarah. Sarah wrapped her left hand around Carla, resting it comfortably on Carla's tit.

"What do you say, Bob – time to head home?" I replied, "Uh, yeah!" and turned the key to start the engine. We pulled out of the parking lot, and began the ride back around the lake to our house. When we arrived, we all piled out of the car, the women both pulling their skirts down but not bothering to put the top parts of their bodies back into their clothing. As we walked in, Sarah said, "Hey, who's ready for the hot tub?" We all replied in the affirmative, and given what had gone on, we all just shed our clothes right there in the living room. As I looked over at Andy, I was shocked to see that underneath his pants he had on a pair of light blue lace panties. I looked at him and began to say, "What the hell?" but before I could get all the words out I figured out what had happened. He just grinned, rolled them down his hairy legs, and threw them on top of his pants.

Sarah came back from the bedroom with a handful of towels. I grabbed a bottle of Gran Marnier and four snifters and the four of us walked out to the deck and got in the hot tub.

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While it felt great to be soaking in the tub, I was still so horny I couldn't stand it. Twice in the course of an hour I had been brought to the brink of orgasm, only to be denied both times before reaching my release. It was incredibly erotic having Andy lick me while I sat on the toilet as Sarah watched (and directed) the action. And then to have her fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy in the back seat while the boys watched, only again to be denied.

I tried to relax in the warm water, but I still felt quite an itch down there. As I opened my eyes to take a sip of Gran Marnier, I saw Sarah staring at me and smiling. I smiled back at her and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, love," she replied. "I was just thinking about what fun we had tonight."

"I'll say it again – maybe fun for you, but I'm still fucking frustrated!"

"Oh really," Sarah retorted. "I think you really got into that little tongue bath you were giving me in the car."

"Yes, I'll admit it," I said back to her. "Until this weekend, I didn't realize I was into women – or anal play – quite so much. I did love what I was doing to you, and I also loved having you direct Andy to lick me in the bathroom of the restaurant. BUT I'M STILL HORNY!" I shouted back at her with a smile.

Andy laughed, but Bob said, "Okay, now who the hell is going to tell me what went on in that bathroom?" Sarah chuckled and said, "Oh, calm down, Bob, we were just having a little fun."

"I can just imagine, given the little snippets of information I've picked up, including the fact that Andy was wearing such a cute little pair of underwear."

Andy looked a little embarrassed, but just shrugged his shoulders. I laughed and said, "Cute maybe, but a little small on him, no?"

"Yes," Bob replied, "I'm sure they looked much better on you but I never had the opportunity to see them."

"Christ, Bob, you've gotten to see me naked, isn't that better?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said a bit dejectedly.

Sarah chimed in, "Okay, everybody stop bickering here. I'll make sure everybody has a good time tonight, don't you worry."

Bob laughed, "Yup, that's my wife, the little organizer." Sarah slid over next to him in the tub, and I saw her hand go under the water, followed by a little yelp out of Bob. "Don't be a smart ass," she said to him with a smile. I could only imagine which part of his anatomy Sarah snared under the water.

We stayed in the water another ten minutes or so, just long enough for us each to finish our snifters of Gran Marnier. We climbed out of the tub and toweled off, and I could see Bob glancing my way a number of times as he dried himself. I knew that he had gotten quite aroused from the show Sarah and I had put on in the back seat on the ride home, and I could tell he was interested in continuing some of what we had started last night.

We left our towels on a rack on the deck and headed back into the living room, and Bob lit the fireplace while Sarah headed to the bathroom.. None of us wanted to put our clothes back on, and it was a bit chilly at first as we lounged on the sofa and in the chairs. But as soon as the fire caught it was plenty warm. Bob and I were sitting on the sofa, with Andy in one of the chairs. When Sarah returned to the room, she sat in the other chair.

Everybody was quiet, nobody quite knowing what to say. We all looked expectantly at Sarah, who just smiled for a few seconds, but then said, "You expecting something from me?"

Bob replied, "Well, you have showed a propensity for being in control of things tonight, haven't you?" Sarah chuckled, and said, "Yes, I guess I have, haven't I? But I haven't heard any complaints from any of you. Anybody want to voice any objections?" she said looking right at me.

I replied, "No."

"No, what, my pet?"

I hesitated for a second, but then realized what she was looking for. "No, ma'am."

"Ah, much better, pet," Sarah replied, and I took great satisfaction in having the praise from her. I was reflecting back on the activities of this weekend and what they had taught me about myself. Not just did I discover how much I enjoyed sex with women, or anal play, but I realized just how much being submissive turned me on. I could feel my pussy getting wet again as I responded to Sarah's commands.

Sarah's voice brought me out of my reverie. "And what about you boys, either of you have any objections?"

Bob immediately answered, "No, Mistress Sarah." Andy hesitated, however. I knew this was all new to him. Even though he had willingly acceded to Sarah's commands when we were in the bathroom, I wasn't sure how he would react in front of Bob. But I think seeing Bob's quick compliance to Sarah's dominance provided him with the tacit permission to play along, because after only a few seconds he said in a quiet voice, "No, ma'am."

Sarah smiled and said, "Good, then let's play." She got out of her seat and walked toward the kitchen, where she retrieved a bag that she must have brought back with her from the bathroom. She brought it into the living room and stood next to me, putting the bag on the floor near my feet. She looked down at me and said, "Now I know, pet, that I've left you very close to orgasm twice now, and that you were very aroused. I promise you that you'll get to cum, but you have to be willing to play along. Are you, my dear?"

I looked up, her naked body just a few inches from me. My head was between her cleanly shaved pussy and her large breasts. I could see her nipples were erect, indicating that she was obviously enjoying her role as the Domme this evening. My pussy was beginning to get quite wet in anticipation of submitting myself to her, and when I glanced over at Bob and across at Andy, both of them were hard. I knew that they too were going to enjoy Sarah's dominance. After a few seconds I nodded my assent demurely.

"Come here, my sweet," she said to me as she closed the few inches between the two of us. She put her hand on the back of my head and drew it up against the swell of her belly. From there, I could smell her pussy and feel the warmth of her body. I placed my arms around her body, clasping and resting them on top of her ample ass that I had been worshipping just a short while earlier. Sarah stroked my head, saying in a soothing voice, "That's right, my little pet, Mistress Sarah will take good care of you."

I was in heaven, the sensations of smell and touch overwhelming my brain. It felt so safe being comforted by her like that, I wasn't even thinking about sex anymore, just how good it felt to be in that warm, comforting place.

After a few more minutes of this, she stepped away wordlessly, much to my disappointment. She walked over to Bob, and reaching down, took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Without saying a word, he complied. She led him to a spot between the chairs and the sofa, and said in a quiet voice, "Lie down on your back."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, and did as he was told. Sarah walked over to the bag and placed it down next to Bob. She unzipped the top and pulled something out of it. I could see it was a blindfold, which she proceeded to put over Bob's head as she gently lifted it from the floor. Next came two pair of Velcro dual cuffs. She attached one side of the first to Bob's right wrist, and the other she wrapped around and secured to the leg of one of the chairs. The second was similarly fashioned to Bob's left wrist and secured to the leg of the other chair.

I was riveted watching Sarah do this. I had never been involved in any kind of BDSM before. I had certainly read about it, and fantasized about being tied up, but had never seen anybody doing it in person. Seeing Sarah use all this equipment on Bob was getting me wetter and wetter. When I looked over at Andy, I saw that he too was rapt with attention. From the look on his face, I couldn't tell if he was envious of what Sarah was putting Bob through or just happy it wasn't him.

Sarah then secured each of Bob's ankles to opposite legs of the sofa (lucky for him it was not very long). By this time, his cock was standing straight up at attention, and he had not uttered a word.

Sarah knelt down, and sat herself down right on Bob's rigid cock. From the squishing sound it made I could tell she had gotten quite wet in the preparation of Bob for this scene. A soft "Ahh" emanated from Bob's mouth as Sarah gently pushed herself up and down from her knees on Bob's cock.

After a few minutes, as Bob's breathing was getting faster, she promptly stopped moving. She leaned down toward Bob a bit, and in a very soft voice said, "Not yet, my little subbie." She then turned to me and said, "Come here, pet."

"Yes Mistress," I replied, getting up from the couch. I walked the couple of steps over toward her and Bob and stood next to them expectantly. My pussy was right next to Sarah's head, just below her eye level.

"Spread your legs," she command. I complied, and she reached her right hand out and started to stroke my pussy, first lightly touching my lips with her fingertips, then more forcefully running a couple of them through the lips and over my clit. As she continued this I was finding it harder and harder to stand up, as my pussy got wetter and wetter and my clit began peeking out from behind its hood.

But as happened so many times before, she stopped, just as I was getting quite aroused. Sarah didn't leave me hanging there, however, as she said, "Come down here, pet, and sit yourself right down on Bob. I'll show you just how good he can be to a nice girl like you."

I started to kneel down, placing my knees on either side of Bob's head facing him. But Sarah put her hands on my hips before I could get all the way down. As I turned to look at her, she motioned with one of her fingers for me to turn around and face her. I lifted my knees and switched, so that I was now facing her and gently lowered my ass down to Bob's chest.

"That's right, pet, now scoot back just a bit and lean toward me so that Bob can use his lovely tongue on you." I complied with her command, and as soon as my ass got within reach of Bob's tongue, sure enough I felt it begin to rub up and down my crack. Just as I had done earlier in the car with Sarah, Bob was licking from the top of my crack down to my pussy lips.

The other effect this had was to move my upper body closer to Sarah. As I did so, she took my cheeks between her hands, and began to kiss me passionately. Her tongue played in my mouth, running over first my top then my bottom lip, then embracing my tongue in a gentle dance. The combination of her tongue in my mouth, and Bob's on my ass and pussy, was heavenly.

As we continued to kiss, Sarah removed her hands from my head. She began gently kneading my nipples between her fingers, alternating first one then the other. This continued for a minute or so, until she broke the kiss, sat back, and looked over at Andy. "Feeling a bit left out, my dear," she said to him.

"Just a bit, I guess, but I am enjoying the show," he said sheepishly.

"Forgetting something, Andy?" she inquired of him.

"Yes, I am enjoying the show, Mistress," he immediately replied.

"Good, then why don't you come over here and get involved." Without hesitation, Andy sprung to his feet, his hard cock bobbing out in front of him. He took the couple of steps over to join us, standing expectantly next to Sarah. All this time, Bob continued to lick me while Sarah was kneading my nipples and breasts.

"I'm a little jealous of the attention Carla's getting from Bob," she said to Andy, "why don't you lie down here and see what you can do for me." Andy hesitated for a second or two, not quite sure what Sarah meant.

"Get down here now, boy," she said in a more insistent tone. Andy immediately got down on his knees, still next to her. "Lie down here and start licking my ass," she told him, now quite clear about what his role was. Andy complied, lying down with his body next to Bob's with his head behind Sarah. She lifted her ass just a small bit off of Bob, and while I couldn't see it, I knew that Andy was licking Sarah's ass. At first I was surprised he complied so readily, because he had never shown much interest in doing that to me. But I surmised that like me, he had a bit of a submissive streak in him, so he was responding to Sarah in a way he never had with me.

Sarah turned back to me and said, "Close your eyes, my pet." I followed her instructions, and she continued, "You're enjoying the attention I am paying to your nipples, aren't you?"

"Yes," I replied, and as I did, I felt one of her hands leave my breast while the other continued kneading my nipple. But then a few seconds later, I felt a sharp pain as something very tight was clamped on one nipple. "Ow!" I shouted out, fighting to keep my eyes closed.

"Ah yes, dear, that does hurt just a bit, doesn't it," she said to me. "I gather you've never enjoyed the pleasure and pain of nipple clamps before, have you?" Sarah must have reached into her bag to retrieve one of them.

Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to cry out again. I breathed deeply, and replied, "No Mistress, I never have."

"Well, the pain will recede in a few moments, and you'll begin to enjoy the pleasure. You can open your eyes now." I did, and sure enough, after a minute or two, it was much less painful, and I was able to concentrate again on Bob's continued pleasuring of my ass. The pressure was still very strong on my nipple, but it was much more bearable than the initial shock.

"I don't want you to feel left out any more, Andy," Sarah said to him. She reached her hand down and without warning thrust a few fingers into my pussy, getting them nice and wet. She then reached over and ran her hand over Andy's hard prick, transferring the wetness to his cock.. She reached her hand up in front of my face, and with one simple word, said, "Lick."

I opened my mouth in compliance, and she stuck her fingers in, forcing me to lick my own wetness off of her hand. "Get them nice and clean and wet with your saliva, my dear, and it will be more pleasurable for your dear husband." I did so, and she then removed her fingers from my mouth and began rubbing her hand up and down Andy's cock as I saw his head continue to bob up and down behind Sarah's ass.

"Now scoot up and back just a bit my dear," Sarah said to me "so that my husband can get a good shot at your lovely pussy." I did, and sure enough, Bob's tongue began to pay more attention to my pussy and clit. I was getting more and more aroused as Bob continued this action. "Your getting close, pet, aren't you," Sarah said, leaning forward and whispering in my ear.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, "please can't I come?"

She hesitated for a second, and I was afraid that once again I would be denied. But she smiled at me, and said simply, "Yes." As she did, I saw her begin once again to lift herself up and down on Bob's cock.

This continued on for what seemed like minutes, but I suspect it was less than one before I felt a huge orgasm wrack my body as the attention of Bob's tongue to my clit finally sent me over the edge. I cried out, "Oh god," and plopped my body down on Bob's chest. Just a few seconds later, I heard Bob and Sarah cry out in similar fashion, as they both reached an orgasm simultaneously. Not to be outdone, it was just a few seconds after that that Andy finally spurted as Sarah continued to rub his cock as she came down from her orgasm.

With that Sarah and I both keeled over sideways, both of us prostrate across both Bob and Andy's bodies. We were all spent from the exertion, and struggled to gather our breath. After a few moments, Sarah lifted her head, smiled at me, and said, "Satisfied now, my pet?"

I looked into her eyes, smiled back at her, and said, "Oh yes, Mistress, oh yes!"

Note: I suggest you read part 1 of this story before reading this installment.

The events of the last couple of hours were still swimming in my head. Here I was lying naked on the floor of somebody else's house, just having enjoyed a great orgasm from another man who was not my husband. But I wasn't feeling in the least bit guilty, largely because my husband was sitting just a few feet away watching the whole thing. And what was even more amazing was that my friend Sarah was sitting next to him with her hand stroking his penis, or at least she was before I had closed my eyes, crashing after the orgasm.

When we both lived in the same city, I had confided in Sarah that I was attracted to women. She had already told me that she was bi, so I knew I could talk to her without her getting all weird on me. But we had never really had the opportunity to discuss it in much detail, and I certainly did not know that Sarah and her husband were swingers. Or at least I assumed they were, based on what had happened since we arrived at their house that afternoon.

It had started when we were in the hot tub, and Sarah had sat very close next to me. The next thing I knew, she was stroking my thigh, and I realized her intentions were not all so honorable. As you read in the previous installment of this adventure, we had eventually gotten to the point where my husband, Andy, was pleasuring Sarah, and Bob was returning the favor with me. It was wonderful, but as I was still recovering from my orgasm, I was thinking again about being with a woman and how I could get Sarah to continue what she had started earlier.

A voice reached me in my reverie, lying with my eyes closed on the carpet in front of their fireplace. "So did you enjoy that, Carla?" Sarah was saying, and I realized quickly she was speaking to me.

I opened my eyes, turned my head, and saw that Sarah was still stroking Andy. He was quite hard, and I knew he was enjoying Sarah's touch as much as he had enjoyed seeing what Bob had done to me to make me cum. Andy and I had jokingly talked about the possibility with sex with another couple on a number of occasions, but it had never progressed past the point of a joke. But I could tell from the discussions that the thought of it greatly turned him on.

I looked Sarah in the eye, and with Bob still rubbing my ass, chuckled and said, "Oh god, yes, of course I enjoyed that – what wasn't there to like about it?"

Sarah smiled back at me, saying, "Just wanted to make sure." She let go of Andy's prick, leaned over and kissed my cheek, and before she sat back up whispered quickly in my ear, "I want to continue where we left off in the hot tub and before here in front of the fire, so play along with me." I just smiled back at her, my signal that I heard and would go along. She turned back to Andy. "You boys must be very aroused by now, I imagine, aren't you?"

Both Andy and Bob smiled and nodded their heads. Sarah replied, "I'm sure I can help with that little problem." With that she got on her knees, and put her head in Andy's lap, lightly tonguing his prick. He spread his legs to give her good access, and leaned back against the couch, making himself more comfortable. She began going up and down his shaft, but before she got too involved, she picked her head up, looked back at Bob, and motioned to him to come a little closer. As she did this, she spread her legs a bit, and Bob took that as an obvious signal. He came over to her from behind with his hard prick in his hands, and placed it between her legs. With the wetness caused by the earlier attention her pussy had received, Bob easily slid into her from behind. I rested my head on one hand, still lying on the floor, and watched the show unfolding in front of me.

Sarah bent back down, and continued her ministrations to my husband's prick. She was going up and down on it with her mouth, and every few strokes, she would stop and go at the tip of it with her tongue. As she did this, Bob continued pumping in and out of her from behind. As this continued for another few minutes, I could see the three of them approaching their orgasms, and sure enough, Andy was soon coming. Sarah managed to swallow all of his cum, just as Bob was cumming inside her, and she too was enjoying another orgasm.

The three of them collapsed on the rug, the men both clearly quite spent, and even Sarah needing to catch her breath. She turned her head to look at me, gave me a wink, and mouthed silently, "Later." I just nodded my head slightly, still unsure exactly what was going to happen.

After a few minutes of rest, she got up, saying, "Okay, I'm beat, let's go to sleep. We've got a whole weekend ahead of us." She received no argument from the men, as the two of them dragged themselves up off the floor and stumbled toward bed, obviously looking forward to the opportunity to crash on their respective beds and regain some energy for whatever the rest of the weekend may bring. I too got up, and as I started to follow Andy toward our bedroom, Sarah grabbed my arm, pulling me back for a second. She brought her head close to mine, stuck her tongue in my ear for an erotic little kiss, and whispered, "Meet me back here in 30 minutes." She then placed her hand on the top of my naked ass and ran a finger down my crack.

I felt like I would almost cum from that touch alone. I managed to keep from stumbling, and all I could get out was "Okay." I then followed Andy into the bedroom, cleaned up a bit, and climbed into the bed, where I found my husband already asleep.

The next half hour took an eternity. I kept glancing at the glow of the clock radio next to the bed, trying to will the minutes to move faster, to no avail. If anything, it seemed like my efforts were making time slow down. But finally, 30 minutes had passed, and I quietly got out of bed so as not to disturb Andy, threw on a sleepshirt, and tiptoed out of the room, carefully closing the door behind me.

When I got to the living room, I found Sarah lying on the couch in the light of the dying fire. She looked beautiful, with her round body partially covered by a robe that was open and showing off her breasts and beautiful, shaved pussy. She smiled when she saw me coming, and shifted her legs off the couch enough to make room for me to sit. I sat down next to her, still unsure exactly what would happen, but having an idea of what kinds of things I wanted to happen.

Sarah spoke in a low voice. "If your husband is anything like mine, I knew that after an orgasm he'd be ready to crash."

I just laughed and said, "Yeah, you're right, most men are exactly the same. He is a wonderful lover, but it's true, once he's had an orgasm, he's good for little else."

"Tell me about it – Bob's exactly the same way. That's why I knew we could meet back out here." She chuckled and asked if I wanted something to drink. I answered yes, that in fact I was thirsty come to think of it.

Sarah got up off the couch and as she headed to the kitchen, I followed her with my eyes. Her robe swayed back and forth over her cute ass, just covering it but leaving most of her legs exposed. They were strong, yet shapely, and accentuated the rest of her body nicely. She called back to me, asking me what I wanted. I asked for some ice water, which she was back with in a flash.

She handed me the water, and sat down on her end of the couch again, still not bothering to tie the sash on her robe. She took a sip of the water she poured herself, then put the glass down on the end table. She turned to me, beckoned with her hand, and said softly, "Come here, sweetie."

I put my glass down after taking a sip of water, and moved toward her on the couch. I moved my head toward hers, thinking she wanted to kiss, but as I got close, she took my head in her hands and placed it down on her breasts. I laid on my side resting my head on her large, soft breasts, and she gently began stroking my hair and forehead. It felt wonderful, experiencing a woman's soft, loving touch like this. I just relaxed like that, feeling her chest rise and fall with her breaths, her hands continuing the stroking of my hair and head.

After a few minutes of this, Sarah leaned forward, still not saying a word, and reached for the bottom of my sleepshirt, which reached just below my pussy. She began pulling it up, and as it caught between my hip and the couch, I assisted her by raising my ass and then my back slightly. She continued pulling it up, until she had exposed up to my breasts. She left the front of the shirt bunched there, and gently pushed on my body so that I was lying on my back on the couch, with my head still resting on her pillowy breasts. She resumed stroking me, but this time was running her hand in circles around my breasts, first one, then the other, purposely avoiding the nipple. I was wavering between incredible relaxation and arousal, as on the one hand her touch was the most soothing thing I had felt in some time, while on the other my body was clearly reacting sexually.

But Sarah appeared to be in no rush. She continued this stroking for what must have been a good ten minutes, still not touching the nipples, but just concentrating on the breasts. At times she would reach over and lift a breast with one hand, while running the fingertips of her other on the underside of the breast, gently tickling there.

And then she stopped, leaned over, and placed her lips upon mine. It was an incredibly sensuous kiss, her soft lips gently working their way over mine, her tongue lightly pushing its way into my mouth. I opened my lips to ease the way, and our tongues did a gentle dance, teasing each other, thrusting in and out in an alternating sequence. As I felt my pussy juices begin to flow again, relaxation was now way out of my head and I was in a full state of arousal. Just as I was enjoying this activity, Sarah pulled her head back. I was left with my mouth agape, and all I could do was stare at her, willing her to come back and kiss me some more.

But Sarah just smiled wryly, looking down on me. "Yes, you have something you want to say?" she asked me.

I stuttered for a second, unable to get out a reply at first. Finally, I mumbled, "Ummm, that was wonderful, can we continue?"

"We can, but I want to make sure you know what you're getting into," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know you've never really been with a woman before, so before we go any further, I just wanted to make sure you really wanted this."

I was a bit shocked, because I figured Sarah could tell from the reaction of my body – both now as well as earlier – that I definitely wanted this. But I decided maybe she was just being cautious, not wanting to get me involved in something I couldn't handle, sort of "checking in" at each step of the way. "Yes Sarah, I truly do want this. You know I've thought about this for awhile, and I love the way I feel and what you're doing to me."

"Okay, sweetie, I just wanted to make sure. I will guide you in this experience, but you have to be willing to give yourself to me."

I continued looking up at her, not sure what she meant. I thought about it for a few seconds, but didn't know how to respond, other than "Okay, whatever you say." I trusted Sarah, and knew that she would not do anything to hurt me. But in the back of my head I was still a bit bewildered by her words.

"Good. Why don't we get a little more comfy back on the floor in front of the fire." She got up, threw another couple of logs on the fire to get it going again, and I got off the couch to join her. Not quite sure what to do, I just stood there next to her, waiting for an instruction. She stood next to me, just a few inches away, looking at me with that little smile on her face, and after a few seconds said, "Why don't you lie down on your tummy. And take your shirt all the way off."

I nodded, and did as she told. I crossed my arms, and she handed me a pillow. Resting my head on it, I stretched out and closed my eyes, unsure what would happen next. As I did this, I felt Sarah kneeling next to me. I heard the "pop" of the massage lotion, and then felt her hands on my back, and the cool feeling of the lotion being spread around. The cool feeling quickly warmed as her soft hands worked the lotion into my skin. She concentrated on my back, working the area between my neck and my waist. She had a wonderful touch, much gentler and softer than what I had been getting from Bob earlier.

I was greatly enjoying the rhythmic sensations as she continued to work on my back, her hands adding to the heat being generated from the fireplace. After a few minutes or so, and just as I was again beginning to lose myself to her touch, she stopped once more. I felt her sit back, and I opened my eyes and turned toward her. She said very softly, "Roll over on your back sweetie."

I complied, keeping my head on the pillow; as I did this I saw her rise up and walk out of the room. When she came back a few seconds later, I saw that she was holding something in her hand, but I couldn't see what it was. She kneeled down next to me, and planted a kiss lightly on my lips. She brought her hands up, and placed something over my eyes, gently lifting to place it around the back of my head. I realized it was some kind of blindfold, like the kind people wear to sleep when it is light out. It was very effective, as I realized I couldn't see any light, not even that coming from the fireplace a few feet away.

"I thought you might enjoy it to be surprised a bit," she said, by way of explanation. I responded, "Okay," as I felt her rising again next to me. Here I was, lying naked on the floor, blindfolded, with this highly erotic woman standing next to me. Twelve hours ago, if you had told me this would have been happening, I would have been totally surprised. But it all seemed so right now that it was actually taking place.

I heard Sarah walking around, followed by the rustling of fabric. I figured she must have been taking off her robe, which she had kept on all this time. I then felt her near me again, and just didn't know what to expect. I was praying that she would continue touching me as she had been on the couch, but with the hope that she would start paying attention to my pussy, to finish what she had started in the hot tub. For what seemed like a long time, but was probably no more than a minute or two, she seemed to be just standing there. Even though I couldn't see it, I felt like her gaze was upon me, that she was looking up and down my body.

"You know, Carla, you have a beautiful body. Curves in all the right places, just like my body, not too thin, built like a woman should be built." So I was right that she was checking me out, and I appreciated the compliment. Like all women, I sometimes get insecure about my body, so it was affirming to hear another woman – one who I had been so intimate with sexually – complimenting me on how I looked.

I began to reply, "Thank you Sarah," but before I could get the words out, I felt her kneel down next to me, and felt a finger on my lips. "Shhh, my sweet, no need to reply, I was just telling you how much I liked what I saw." I just nodded my head, trying my best to follow her directions.

I felt her move again, and then felt her body over mine. The next thing I knew, she was sitting on my chest, not with her full weight, but only part of it. I felt her legs on either side of my breasts, and could feel her shaved pussy resting lightly between them. I inhaled and could smell her sweet scent of arousal so close to my face. It smelled beautiful, a scent I hadn't experienced so close before. She scooted around forward and backward, side to side a bit, gently massaging my breasts with the cheeks of her ass. She was being very careful not to put too much weight on me, just maintaining enough pressure to make it feel good. I could feel my nipples begin to grow, enjoying the attention they were receiving from her cheeks.

After a minute or two of this, I felt her scoot even further forward, and before I realized what was happening, I felt her wet pussy on my chin. I had never been so close to another woman's pussy before. I felt a mix of both fear and arousal, fear because I wasn't sure if I would be able to do what I knew was coming next, and arousal because it smelled and felt so good. I knew I wanted to taste that wet pussy, but never having tasted another woman, I didn't know how I was going to react.

Before I could think about it anymore, she scooted a few inches forward again, bringing her pussy to my mouth. She leaned forward, placing her lips near my right ear, and whispered, "Start licking, sweetie." I tentatively opened my lips and stuck out my tongue, quickly making contact with the wetness flowing from her pussy. I wasn't sure what to expect; I had tasted my own pussy juices on my fingers after masturbating, but knew that every woman tasted different. I found Sarah's pussy to taste slightly sweet, but with a musky scent and taste to it, definitely a stronger taste than mine. Not bad, just different.

After a few tentative licks, I became a bit bolder. I stuck my tongue out further, stabbing it deeper into her pussy. The juices kept flowing, and I felt them running down the side of my cheeks. I alternated between her inner and outer lips, licking and sucking one, then the other, then moving to the other side. As I did this, I felt Sarah grinding her pussy gently against my lips and tongue, still being careful not to smother me, but clearly enjoying what I was doing and looking to make stronger contact.

I then licked up and started working on her clit. It was quite prominent, and I had no problem getting my tongue all around it. With a little adjustment, and some help on her part, I was able to raise my lips up to be able to suck on it. I gently sucked it, punctuated with an occasional lick around it from my tongue.

I knew that my pussy juices were flowing just as heavily as were Sarah's. It was so erotic, this incredibly sexy woman sitting on my face, her pussy surrounding my lips, my tongue stuck as far up in it as I could get it. I loved it! I was quickly over my original trepidation, and was licking at her full force. I couldn't get enough of all of her pussy – the lips, inside (try as I could, my tongue wasn't long enough to reach her g-spot), and her clit. I felt her responding more and more to me, and I felt that she would reach an orgasm soon. But just as I felt she was getting close, she pulled away.

Just as with her interrupted kiss earlier, my tongue and lips continued surging forward for a few seconds trying to find the sweet nectar they had been enjoying. She continued rising, as I felt her getting up from me. She quickly came back down again, but this time I realized she had turned around. Now it was her beautiful ass that was facing my head, and she gently scooted backwards, until it made contact with my lips and tongue. I heard one word emanate from her mouth now.

"Continue."

I did as I was told, and began to gently lick all around her cheeks. If I would have been surprised that I was having sex with a woman, I would have been absolutely shocked to think that I could be doing this to another woman. I didn't even do this to Andy, so couldn't imagine doing it with another woman. But here I was, and much to my surprise, I found it just as erotic as licking her pussy. Her scent back here was similar to her pussy, but slightly different – a tad stronger, more musky, but not at all offensive.

I became a bit bolder, and after a few minutes of running my tongue around her cheeks, I began to move toward her pucker. I lightly ran my tongue in circles around it, mimicking what Sarah had been doing earlier with her hands on my breasts. Sarah was clearly enjoying what I was doing, as I felt her body reacting and could hear gentle moans coming from her mouth.
The concentric circles became smaller and smaller as I moved my tongue closer to the center of the pucker. I began gently to stab at it, pushing lightly at first, then harder, as it finally gave way and I could feel my tongue up her ass. I pistonned it back and forth, as Sarah gently rocked herself back and forth on my ass. After a few moments of this, I could sense that she was getting close to an orgasm, and sure enough, she finally came as a loud, shuddering moan shook her entirely body. It was so loud that I was afraid Andy and Bob would wake up, stumbling out to the living room to see what the noise was. I could only imagine what the sight would have been like to them, Sarah naked on top of me, blindfolded.

But I heard no steps, and sensed only the heavy breathing of Sarah, her body rising up and down while it rested on mine. After a minute or two, she got up, turned around, and lay on top of me, her face toward mine. She slid the blindfold up off my eyes, and I blinked as the light hit them. After adjusting to the light, I saw her smile, just a few inches from my face, and heard her voice say, "That was beautiful, my sweet – you did a wonderful job!"

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I had a sense with Carla that not only was she bisexual, but that she had submissive tendencies also. While she showed some boldness when we were in the hot tub, she seemed to enjoy it much more when I took the lead in touching her. I decided I would explore both her bisexuality and her submissiveness, but to do so I needed to get the men out of the way. I was afraid that Carla would be unable or unwilling to truly open up to me if Bob, or more importantly, her husband Andy, were still in the room. The easiest way to set things up was to get the men out of the room as expeditiously as possible, and I knew that giving each of them a quick orgasm would do the trick. Sure enough, just like clockwork, the two of them were more than happy to head to bed and crash after they each enjoyed an orgasm, courtesy of me.

Once they were out of the way, I looked forward to some time alone with Carla. She met me right on schedule, as I had suggested to her, and after teasing her a bit, I had managed to get her in position to lick me to orgasm. Just as I suspected, she showed not just a willingness, but a great enthusiasm in having sex with another woman, as well as in letting me take the lead in her journey. She showed no hesitation when I put the blindfold on her, and she reacted passionately when I moved from touching her to sitting on her face. She obviously enjoyed what she was doing as she first tongued my pussy, and then when I turned around to have her lick my ass. When she was doing that, I could see the juices flowing from her pussy, and while I was tempted to bend down and stick my tongue in to taste them and enjoy her, I resisted as I wanted her to just focus on pleasuring me. I am one of those women who can come just from having attention paid to her ass, so I loved what she had done to me.

After she finished, and I enjoyed a wonderful orgasm, I decided I would push things a bit further and see how much of her submissiveness she was willing to share with me. I told her what a nice job she had done, and rewarded her by again stroking her body. With her blindfold off, I could now see the sparkle in her eyes, as well as the smile on her beautiful red lips which were glistening still with my juices.

I lay down next to Carla, and began gently running my fingers up and down her belly. Her eyes closed, but the smile stayed on her lips. I continued this for a few minutes, and then whispered into her ear, "Would you like to continue exploring with me, my pet?" Her eyes opened, and she turned toward me, still smiling, and answered, "Yes."

"You said earlier you were willing to give yourself to me. Are you truly sure you want to do this?"

Carla looked at me somewhat hesitantly. I didn't know if she was unclear about what I was intimating, or if she realized what was happening but was reluctant to make the commitment I was asking of her. She continued to gaze into my eyes, and after a few moments, her eyes lowered and she simply nodded her head.

I took that as a sign that she knew what was happening between us. "Look at me and speak to me Carla, I want to hear your voice affirming what I asked you." She responded by raising her eyes again, meeting mine, and said simply, "Yes."

"Yes, what, Carla?"

"Yes, Sarah, I truly want to give myself to you."

"What is it you want to give to me Carla – be specific."

"My body, I want to give my body to you for your pleasure."

Those were the words I wanted to hear, the words that confirmed for me that she was ready to be my submissive pet. There was just one more step in her acquiescence. "And what is the proper way to address me, my pet?"

She looked at me, a bit confused, but then a light must have gone on in her head.

"Mistress Sarah?" she asked.

"Yes, my pet, that is right. When we are alone together, you will refer to me as your Mistress." I smiled down at her, now stroking her forehead with the same light touch I had been using on her belly. She smiled back, obviously pleased that she had gotten that one right.

"Okay, dear, if you truly want to give me your body for whatever I wish to do with it, then you will do as you are told. But before we do, it is important that we understand the rules. I want to test your limits in submitting to me, but I don't want to do anything that puts you at risk or brings pain – either physical or emotional – to you. So we need to choose a safeword. Are you familiar with safewords?"

She nodded her head, "Yes, Mistress, I have read about them."

"Good, pet, then what do you want to choose as your safeword."

She thought for a second, then responded confidently, "Red, Mistress. In my fantasies about this, I have always thought about using the word 'red' as my safeword."

"Good, then 'red' it is. If at any time you want to stop, just say 'red' and I will stop immediately."

"Thank you, Mistress," she responded.

"Now let me ask you, Sarah, do you think Andy is likely to wake up anytime soon?"

She laughed heartily, shaking her head. "No, Mistress, if he didn't wake up at the sound of your orgasm, I know we are not likely to see him until the light of day."

"Good," I said, "because I know the same is true of Bob, which means we will have plenty of time to play right here in this cozy spot. Now, to get started, I want you to do something for me. I want you to put your blindfold back on, and lie again on your tummy with your head on the pillow."

"Yes, Mistress," she replied and immediately complied with my request. I walked out of the room and to the hall closet where I had earlier placed the bag in which Bob and I keep all our sex toys. I had hoped for this opportunity with Carla, so I had surreptitiously put it in there earlier in the day when Bob wasn't looking.

I carried the bag back to the fireplace, where my lovely charge lay waiting for me. I knew that the tension and anticipation were keeping her in a high state of arousal, an assumption confirmed as I could literally smell her arousal as I walked back into the room. The juices flowing from her pussy were visible, even as she was lying on her stomach, as her legs were just parted enough that I could see her pussy lips.

I placed the bag down next to her, and first took out a Velcro cuff. I leaned down and put my lips very close to her ear. "We're going to begin now, my sweet. I don't want you to say anything unless I ask you a specific question, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Sarah, I understand."

"Good, pet. I'm sure you will do just fine," I reassured her. With that, I gently took her two wrists, bring them together over her back, and wrapped the Velcro cuff around both, binding them together. I next reached into the bag, taking out an adjustable spreader bar. I opened it up, and placed it down near her feet. I put my two hands on her inner thighs, and gently eased them apart. She knew what I wanted, as she quickly complied by spreading her legs as much as she could, given the position she was in. I attached the Velcro cuff at each end of the spreader bar to each ankle, leaving her nice and wide open, allowing me easy access to her lovely shaved pussy.

I leaned back down to her again, and whispered in her ear, "I have a lovely gag here that I can use on you, but I think I will wait to see if I need it before I use it."

Carla replied, "Okay, Mistress," and before the words were out of her mouth, I gave her left ass cheek a sharp slap, not hard enough to really hurt but strong enough to leave a faint pink mark on her cheek. A quick "Ow" emanated from her mouth, an involuntary response to the surprise of getting spanked. "I told you to only respond when I ask you a specific question. You disobeyed me, and that is why you were spanked. If you disobey me again, you will be spanked or punished in another manner."

I half expected her to issue her safeword, but to her credit, she didn't say a word and just lay there, waiting. "Is that clear, my pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. I know this isn't easy for you, since this is your first time, but you will do best if you concentrate on what I tell you and what I do to you." I took a silk scarf out of the toy bag, held it over her back, and began to run it up and down her back, light enough that it was just touching her body. As I did this, she began to squirm a bit. I don't think it was tickling her, but more that she was getting very aroused. "Try not to move, my pet," I told her, and the squirming lessened.

I increased the pressure, now running the silk over the back of her entire body, from her neck all the way down to the sole of her feet. Holding the scarf between my two hands, I paid particular attention first to her ass cheeks, and after that, to her crack. I began to run the scarf with more pressure from the top of her crack, down to between her labia. She became more aroused, as her juices were flowing again just as they were earlier when she was licking me to orgasm.

Soft moans were emanating from her lips, once again confirming the effect I was having on her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you my pet?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Sarah, I am."

"Have you ever had a woman do anything like this to you?"

"No, Mistress Sarah, I've never had anybody do this to me."

"You and Andy have never played with dominance and submission, sweetie?"

"No, Mistress, we never have."

I was not surprised, as I did not think her submissive fantasies had ever had an outlet. I didn't think that Andy could be dominant; if anything, he struck me as more submissive, just as Bob was.

I continued rubbing the scarf between her labia until it was soaked with her juices. I then brought it up to her face, allowing her to inhale her sweet aroma. After a few seconds, I removed it and lay it on her back. I then took a finger, and began slowly pistonning it in and out of her pussy. She quickly tried to raise her hips up to meet it, to try to drive it deeper into her pussy, but I firmly pushed down on her ass with my other hand. She understood the message and again lay flat on the floor.

I then added another finger to the first, and after a minute more, two more fingers. I knew that she wouldn't last much longer before she orgasmed, but I wanted to bring her right to the brink. I continued until I sensed that she was almost there, and just before I felt she was ready to burst, I quickly pulled all four fingers out of her gaping pussy. The surprising action caused her to cry out, "Don't stop, pleeeaaasssse!"

I firmly slapped her ass again, this time a little stronger than last time. "You do not speak unless I ask you a question," I reminded her. "Your pleasure is under my control. I will decide when you will come."

Carla whimpered quietly, but then became still again and didn't make another sound. I lightly stroked the back of her neck. I knew that she was learning, that my actions were having the desired effect on her. The combination of punishment for undesirable actions, and reward for good behavior, would train her as a true submissive.

I knew it was time for the next step. I leaned down, again whispering into her ear, "Have you ever had anything in that sweet ass of yours, my pet?" Even with her eyes blindfolded, I could see the look of surprise on her face. "No, Mistress, not really."

"What do you mean, 'not really'?"

"Well, Andy has on a few occasions teased me with a finger there, but that's all, Mistress."

"Okay, pet, then we'll see how you react to my playing with your ass." I once again reached into the toy bag, and pulled out a butt plug. It was one of our small ones, not too big around nor long, the kind I first used on Bob when I was first training him to submit his ass to me. I moved Cara's cuffed hands slightly to the side of her back. I got a container of lube out of the bag, flipped up the top, and turned it upside down right over the top of Carla's crack. I knew that she heard what I was doing, which probably gave her a clue what was going to happen, but the cold lube dripping on her crack still caught her by surprise and she shuddered as it hit.

I continued dripping the lube on the top of her crack, until the pool collecting there grew large enough that it began to slide down the crack toward her asshole and labia. I stopped the lube, flipping the lid securely on and putting it down. I just let Carla lie there, feeling the sensation of the lube running over her ass and mixing with her abundantly flowing pussy juices as it reached her labia. I knew that once again the anticipation would help to heighten her state of arousal even further.

After a minute or two, I stuck one of my fingers in the lube in her crack, swirling it around, and then used the collected lube to coat the butt plug. I said to her, "Okay, sweetie, now you just relax and this won't hurt a bit." I took the tip of the plug, and very lightly ran it from the top of her crack, down over her asshole and just touching her labia, tracing the path that the lube had followed moments earlier. I did this four times, allowing her to get used to both the feel of the plug and the idea of what I would be doing with it shortly. On the fifth pass, I stopped right over her asshole, and very gently pushed it against her pucker. Her hips rose up slightly to meet it, and I knew she was ready. I pushed a bit harder now, twisting it around, continuing the pressure until with a "thwop" sound, it was all the way in, with only the flared base sticking out. As it went in, a quiet "Oh" escaped from Carla's lips.

"Oh, what a pretty sight you are, my pet. Lying there, all bound up, your eyes covered, with this cute little plug sticking right out of your luscious ass." And she really was quite a sight, her nice plump ass spiked with the plug right in the middle of it.

I let her just lie there for a minute or so, getting used to the full feeling in her ass. She didn't say anything, as she had been instructed, but I could see her body becoming more relaxed. I decided for the next move I wanted better access to her pussy, so I reached to each of her ankles and undid the Velcro straps holding the spreader bars. I then told her to get up on her knees. This was a bit of a challenge with her hands still cuffed behind her back, but with a little help from my hands under her waist, she was able to do so, still with her head resting on the pillow. I knew this wasn't the most comfortable position, but I didn't plan on keeping her in it for too long.

With her ass in the air and now prominently pointing up at me, she looked even more luscious. I again stroked her back and her ass, wetting my fingers in the lube remaining in her crack and rubbing it into her ass cheeks. She was almost purring, she was enjoying the attention so much. Every now and then I would give the plug a little turn, or pull it out a bit and then push it back in. The more times I did this, the easier it became to manipulate it and the more her ass opened up for me. And the more I did this, the more her cute ass wiggled in front of me, enjoying the attention I was giving it.

As I continued this, I now reached down with my other hand and began stroking her outer lips. With my fingers spread, I stroked up and down the outer lips, feeling her wetness mixed with the little bit of lube that had seeped that far down her crack. After paying attention to her outer lips, I then shifted inward, to mimic the same action on her inner lips. She was so wet, that her juices were flowing down onto my fingers.

I knew that continuing this would bring her once again to the brink of orgasm. I decided that now was the time to allow her to come, and quickly shifted from stroking her inner lips to pushing two fingers in and out of her pussy. She was so wet, and so open, that I was easily able to add the remaining two fingers to the first two. As I jammed my fingers in and out of her pussy, I was pulling the butt plug more violently in and out of her ass in the same rhythm, almost all the way out, and then all the way back in again. I then my thumb in order to fist her, the wetness down there making it almost effortless to push my entire hand in and out of her pussy.

The sighs and purring that had been emanating from her mouth now became loud moans, as the sensations were affecting her in a way I suspected she had never experienced before. I knew she was very close, so I said over her moans, "Yes, my pet, now is the time. Come for your Mistress, let me see your orgasm overtake your beautiful body."

That was evidently all she needed, as before I could get the last words out of my mouth, a huge orgasm wracked her body. She shuddered from the tip of her toes all the way up to her head, and as this happened, I felt a huge gushing out of her pussy, all over my hand. She then collapsed in a heap on the floor. I managed to keep my fingers in her pussy as she went down, but as she rested on the floor and her body stopped convulsing I gently eased my hand out, and with my other hand slowly slid the plug out of her ass. I then uncuffed her wrists, to make her more comfortable.

She rested for a few moments, and then in a voice short of breath she said, "Thank you, Mistress. That was the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced." I saw the smile on her face, and lifting the blindfold off of her eyes, saw her eyes lit up.

"Yes, my pet, I'm sure it was. You surprised me as you came, I didn't know you were a squirter," I said with a chuckle.

"I didn't know either, Mistress, that was the first time I've ever done that."

I laughed again, and told her, "Well, I hope it won't be the last for us, my dear."

End of Part 2. Look for more surprises in the next installment as the men rejoin the women.

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I washed the dishes and put the kitchen back in order from dinner. Master said that he was going to show our guest around the house. It was Harry's first time here. I had met Harry a time or two, when going to Master's workplace. He was very good looking.

As I stood there, loading the dishwasher, I thought about him. Master and I had an open relationship. He also knew that I liked blond guys. I couldn't get Harry out of my mind. He was tall, blond, deep blue eyes, and had a pronounced bulge in his pants. Yes, I looked every time I thought that he wasn't looking. I could still smell his cologne in the kitchen: Old Spice. The smell brought up childhood memories of my dad.

Master had not told me why he had invited him over, just that we were having company for dinner. I had not questioned him, though I wanted to do so. He had given me a look that had stopped me from asking.

When the last of the dishes were in the dishwasher and the kitchen was again clean, I went to go see where they were. I walked to the living room thinking that they may have retired there, but they hadn't. Wondering if Master was showing him our playroom, I walked toward the stairs that lead to the basement. The door was cracked open and I heard voices; being very inquisitive, I stopped and listen to see what was being said.

"Yes, she has been wanting this for some time. I decided to surprise her. I'm glad that you agreed to help me," Master said.

Hmmm... What is he talking about? I tried to hear more, but Master was talking too low for me to hear. I would have to go down the stairs to hear more, but then Master would know that I was there. Also there were his rules about me entering the playroom. I was to be nude anytime I stepped in there, no matter what reason I had for going there. What to do, I wondered. I decided to just act like I hadn't heard and call out to see where he was.

"Master, I'm finished with the kitchen," I called out.

"We are down in the playroom, Mein Liebling. Come on down and join us," he responded.

My heart jumped into my throat. I knew that I would have to go down nude. Even though he had an open relationship, Master and I had not acted on it. He knew how self-conscious I was about my weight. Damn, what do I do? I knew that not following his orders would get me into trouble. Whether we had company or not, I would still get spanked and corner time. Therefore, I did the only thing that was left for me to do: to ask whether the rules still applied in this case.

"Umm... Master, do I still have to obey your rules about how I enter the playroom?" I questioned, hoping that I didn't!

"Yes, you do! The rules apply at ALL times, no matter what!" he asserted.

DAMN, DAMN, just my luck. How to get out of this....

"Before you start thinking about how to get out of it or disobeying me, remember you will be punished, and then STILL do as I ordered you!" he clarified.

SHIT! Of all my luck. I slowly started to take off my clothes, drawing it out VERY slowly. I was not happy about this, but did as I was told. I then headed down the stairs and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw them!

I don't know why it never occurred to me to wonder WHY they were down there, but there they were standing as naked as the day they were born, facing the stairs. My heart stopped beating for several seconds. My eyes wondered down Harry's body. Boy, did he live up to his name! Master knew how much a hairy man turned me on. I felt my pussy get extremely wet just looking at what he had to offer.

His body was COVERED with thick blond hair, from head to toe. Damn, he had to have more hair than Master, and I didn't think that was possible! Yummy.. my mouth watered at his body. He had 8-pack abs that said he worked out every day.

My eyes wondered down further at the "pronounced bulge" that I gazed at earlier. Was that ever a sight! A girl had to be crazy not to want that big chunk of meat! He was hard and standing straight up. It looked to be at least 9 inches. What surprised me the most was that he was shaved completely bald as the day he was born! That only made him look even bigger!

I then looked at Master; he was a few inches shorter then Harry. I loved his dark hair. I looked down at his cock. It was clean shaven too. Hmm... he must have shaved this afternoon. NICE! He was nearly as fat as Harry, but not as long. Master was a little chunky, but not fat. He had a medium build, with fine biceps, but he didn't quite have Harry's "8-pack" abs. I particularly liked Master's hairy body and cute ass.

I was glued to the spot. I tried to move, but couldn't. I had completely forgotten that I was nude. My pussy was dripping down my legs. I finally got my feet and legs to obey my mind and finish the rest of the walk down to them.

Master chuckled at the look on my face, "See something that you like?"

"Umm.. Yes, Master I do," I replied breathlessly.

I ached to reach out and run my hands over Harry's body, but refrained from doing so. Instead, I dropped to my knees, into the waiting position with my head down. I wanted to look longer at the wonderful sight in front of me, but I knew that I was to wait until told I could move. I waited several minutes. They whispered and walked around me.

"Get into the submission position," was all Master said.

I quickly kneeled forward, with my face to the floor and my hands crossed on my back. I felt fingers running over my back and hair that sent delightful shivers down my spine. Oh, how I ached right then! Not from pain but from the need to be fucked senseless by these 2 men.

I felt fingers then lead down to my ass and pussy. If they couldn't tell before that I was wet, they damn sure knew now. As I knelt down like that, I was very curious as to whose hand was exploring my privates. I felt a couple of fingers enter my pussy and I let out a moan. I knew better than to push back, but I wanted to SO bad. It was pure torture staying still.

"Assume the inspection position, slave," Harry ordered this time . I did a quick double-take, but immediately complied.

I stood up, bent over at the waist, with my legs slightly bent. I grabbed my ankles and kept my eyes focused on their feet. God, what did they have in mind? I saw Harry walk around to my ass and felt his fingers explore it. Wow, he had big hands and fingers! For once, the old wives' tales were right about the correlation sizes of cocks, hands, and feet. Then again, they had been wrong with my ex. At least when it came to that, Harry wasn't a disappointment.

"Is your ass clean, slave girl?" Harry inquired.

"Yes," I replied.

I felt several sharp SMACKS hit my ass, instantly turning it red. It was a flogger, which I would have noticed, had I not been distracted by his hot body. Damn, he hits hard, I thought. Wouldn't you know it, I gushed more from my cunt. My ass was now on fire, and I wondered for a second what I had done wrong.

"Yes, WHAT?" Harry demanded.

"Yes, Sir," I quickly amended.

I knew now what they were going to do: anything they damn well felt like doing. Oh, good, I thought. I hoped that they would both fuck me at the same time. I suspected that they would. The only thing that could make this better was to add another man to the team.

"Good, because I plan to be the first to take that hole tonight. As a matter of fact, I plan to do whatever I want to you tonight. Your Master gave me permission to do as I please tonight. We're sharing control of you tonight. Of course, I'll return the favor," he evilly laughed.

I wondered what he meant by "returning the favor", but all I could focus on was YES, YES! Be still, my beating heart! I then remembered his HUGE size and started to panic. Master's cock was by no means small. His was the fattest I had up that hole. I knew that if his hurt, Harry's was going to feel like I was split in two. The more I thought on that, though, it didn't matter I was finally going to have a dream come true. I was going to be DP'd. I couldn't wait. As a matter of fact, I didn't have long to wait anyway. Master attached a leash to my collar and led me over to the bed.

Before I could climb on it, I was ordered to kneel and suck Harry's cock. I raised my head and engulfed it. I loved the taste of his cock. He had a sweet taste. I went all the way down on him. I then pulled back, ran my tongue around the head of his cock, and licked up the drops of precum that formed on the head. It tasted like nectar from the Gods.

"Oh, God damn, your slave DOES know how to suck a cock!" Harry exclaimed.

"I told you she was one of the best!" Master bragged.

I felt pride grow in me at that. I knew that Master loved my BJs, but Harry's praise made me feel even better about them.

Harry only grunted, as his hands grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth all the way down on his cock. I had never had a cock that long or fat before, and he hit the gag reflex that I thought was long gone.

Boy, was I ever wrong! I breathed through my noise and could still smell the clean scent of soap on his skin. It was intoxicating. I could not get enough of his cock or his roughness. I had always loved the roughness when a man forced me to suck his cock. I just hadn't told too many people. I couldn't stand it any more. I reached down and started to play with my clit, while sucking him off. Master had never minded, but Harry sure did when he noticed.

"Keep those hands on your lap. I don't want you to cum or play with yourself, until I say you can. Understood?" Harry intoned.

I nodded my head yes, and then glanced over to the side where Master stood watching. His cock was very hard and the head was purple. He stroked it, probably thinking about me sucking him next, as well as enjoying the sight of Harry shoving his cock down my throat. He just grinned wickedly. I was then ordered to stand up, and I did as told.

Master sat on the bed, at the head of it, with his back to the headboard. I was then commanded to climb up and start to suck his cock, with my ass in the air. I climbed up and knelt down in front of Master. I lowered my head to his cock and saw beads of precum on it. He had definitely gotten turned on by watching me suck another guy off.

"Did Master like watching his little slut suck off another guy?" I teased him.

He grabbed my head and slammed my face all the way down his cock, saying, "I damn sure did. Now, do something about it, or I'll have Harry flog your ass while he fucks it. By the way, don't you dare touch yourself while you suck my cock. I like Harry's idea about that, at least for tonight. Concentrate on pleasing me and my friend."

"Oh, I'm already going to do that. This ass is just too spankable not to do so," Harry clarified.

Oh, God, I couldn't wait! I felt Harry come up behind me and apply lube to my ass and his cock.

"This is more for MY comfort than yours. I hate to make my cock sore before I am finished. We plan to use your holes for several hours! I bet, all of those times you saw me at your Master's workplace, you didn't know I have several slaves of my own. Did you? I have fantasized about doing this to you since I first saw you. Like your Master, I like my women with a little meat on their bones," Harry responded.

I shook my head no, not being able to reply, because Master was busy fucking my mouth and throat. I felt Harry enter my ass and, as expected, I felt as if I was split in two. I tried to ask him to stop for a second, to give me time to adjust, but Master held my head firmly on his cock. Harry slammed every inch of himself into my ass. I let out a scream around Master's cock, but it was too muffled for them to understand it.

My pussy was gushing and I was dying to play with it. I reached down to rub it. My hand was slapped away and held behind my back. My ass was then flogged very hard several times. I decided to not try that again. He swung harder than Master. Damn, that hurt! I knew that, by the end of the night, my ass would remember this for several days. Harry plowed into my ass hard, and every time he slammed into me, my head was pushed further down Master's cock. Master had a hard time not cumming, but was able to hold out for several more minutes.

Harry continued to spank my ass as he fucked it. I got very near an orgasm without touching my clit, which didn't happen often. Both Master and Harry must have guessed that, because I was instructed that I was not to cum, unless one of them gave me permission.

"Oh, God. I can't hold out any longer. Here it comes," Master announced, as he came down my throat.

I loved the taste of his cum. After Master came, I gently licked him clean. I knew how sensitive he got after he came. He stayed hard though, so I kept licking him. I had a hard time concentrating on just one thing. God, Harry was very good at ass-fucking! I had long since gotten use to his size, and tried hard not to cum. After several more minutes, Harry was ready to cum.

"You ready? I have a BIG load for ya," he shouted as he came. It felt like buckets were being emptied in my ass.

I felt his cock twitch, every time another jet of cum shot out. When he finished, he pulled out of my ass and got up off the bed.

"Up with you, babe! We have another position to try out, before you get to come," Master warned me.

I got up and waited, while they changed positions and Harry cleaned his cock. This time, Harry was lying on his back.

"Come on and straddle me, slut. I am eager to sink all 11 inches inside that pussy of yours. Your Master says that you can handle his fist, but can you take my huge dick?" Harry demanded.

Damn, I couldn't believe that I was off by 2 inches! I climbed up and lowered my aching pussy onto his hard dick. I had no problem handling the girth; it was the length that got me. I slowly slid as much as I could into my pussy. Master then climbed onto the bed and pushed me forward. There was no need to lube me, as my ass was still stretched and had plenty of lube left.

Master had no problem fucking me with someone else's cum in me. He entered me roughly. I loved the feeling of two cocks in me at once. I would remember this night for a long time. As Master fucked my ass, he spanked my cheeks. He told me that I was a naughty slut for enjoying this, and that I needed a good spanking. He also told me that, since I liked gang-bangs so much, my next time would be with 3 men instead of two.

Harry and Master got into a rhythm where each pulled out slightly whenever the other thrust inside me. I had such a thin membrane separating the two holes, that I was sure the guys felt each other's cocks pounding me. To make matters worse, Harry began to pinch my nipples, which surprisingly turned me on. It doesn't normally affect me, one way or the other. I chalked it up to heightened sensitivity and the drastic need to cum. I had yet to take Harry's full length in me.

"I haven't been all of the way inside you, yet, but I will in a few minutes, when we move you to the spanking bench. By the way, your Master and I both took some Cialis, in case you expected us to get soft. That is not going to happen tonight, missy!" Harry informed me.

No wonder Master was able to hold out so long, while fucking my ass! The doggie position and anal sex were usually sure-fire quickies. The Cialis was keeping him hard. Damn, that was a 36-hour potency drug; were they planning to keep me constantly fucked between them for the next day and a half? Oh, God, I hope so!

"We're going to fuck you so much over the weekend that you will walk bow-legged for a few days! We'll keep you so wet that you'll beg to cum this weekend. We're going to break you of this disinterest in cumming often. If you lapse again, I'll arrange more group encounters to keep you horny and desperate to cum!" Master declared.

"Part of that will be me returning the favor to your Master, by loaning him some slave girls to fuck both of you to exhaustion. Naturally, I plan to come along and fuck all of the girls too. After all, I'd be a poor Master if I didn't make sure of their well-being. Besides, it would be another chance to fuck your ass. I will introduce both of you to some techniques that I use to keep a girl's ass even tighter. Not to mention that I promised your Master my own ass. Of course, I have male slaves too, since I am bi like your Master. It will be a fine old orgy, with the difference that your Master and I will be in charge of it," Harry added sadistically.

I finally relented and decided to beg to cum, something that I had rarely done. I normally didn't plead for permission to cum, but this talk of what they would do had me too aroused to restrain myself. The denial of my orgasm, which Master didn't usually do to me, also kept me on edge.

"Please, Masters, let me cum! I'll do anything you ask, as long as I can cum. Please, I'm begging!" I implored them.

"Anything, huh? I'll take you at your word, but you'll have to do what I say first, so you can't renege on it! Harry, she did ask both of us for permission. What do you want from her? As my guest, you'll get your favor first. Then she'll do what I want, and only afterward get to cum. To use her own words, 'anything' is fair game," Master offered Harry.

"I would like to see her stay naked throughout the house all weekend, for starters. Perhaps we should open all of the curtains and also make her bottom nice and red while she is on display. I also don't want her cunt cleaned of our cum, or her ass and face, for that matter. Besides, she'll need all of that extra lube for what we have in mind. Between our cum and her juices, she should have plenty of it," Harry stated, much to my shock and embarrassment.

I really didn't want the neighbors to possibly see me with cum dried and leaking all over my naked body. It wasn't that they didn't know about our lifestyle, since they did, but it was still a bit humiliating to have the whole block see me that way. Why then did my pussy get wetter at the idea of looking like a cum-slut?

"Well, you're right. She will need the extra lube, since I intend to have both of our fists in her wet pussy and ass at the same time. She has never had her butt fisted before. I intend to see how stretched she can get this weekend. I have some butt-plugs that are nice and large, which I have wanted to make her wear now and then. This should help me know which ones to use first. I also want to see which other large, household objects I can fit in both holes. We can later use your techniques to tighten her up afterward, only to loosen her up again. I want her holes used more frequently and used to penetration," Master declared.

At that point, as if brought over the edge by his own idea, Master came in my ass, filling me with even more cum. He promptly pulled out, and then went to wash his cock.

Harry sat me up straight. I tried to lower myself completely on him, but couldn't take the full length, so he grabbed my waist and impaled me on his cock. I felt a sharp pain, as he entered me deeper, going past the cervix. He did have some compassion on me and held still, while I adjusted to his full size. As soon as the pain had lessened, however, he started fucking me with full force. I almost went over the edge, but was barely able to hold back.

I tightened up, and this caused him to finally lose control and cum inside me. His seed had to be inside my womb. If I was fertile, this would certainly knock me up, not that it would bother Master. He actually liked the idea of each of us having kids from other people. Yeah, we are kinky, what can we say?

Harry now let me off himself, and both Master and he positioned me onto the spanking bench. They strapped me in, and for a second, I thought that they were going to whip me first. Instead, Master brutally shoved his fist into my dripping asshole, making me squirm and flinch from the shock of initial agony. I was glad that they were still merciful in choosing to put his hand in my ass, since it was smaller than Harry's. For his part, Harry rammed his hand into my cunt, which was also well-prepared for another invasion. Even so, I felt some excruciating pain for a moment, as I hadn't adjusted to the impact of his fist there.
Well, at least, I thought when I still could think, I would get to cum sooner than if they delayed this. Master surprised me again by handing Harry my favorite vibrator, a "silver bullet". Harry applied it to my aching clit, enabling me to begin cumming when I had permission. He held it there, making me suffer a bit longer before allowing me to cum. Even though I had waited all evening to cum, that last moment felt like eternal torment. I was so close to a release, so any delay was almost impossible to endure. Thus began my weekend of torture, not that I was complaining too much.

It is a nice restaurant, and we had very good food. Sara was her bouncy self again, and asking what we had planed for her this evening. I really did not know, because when I know that Sara is going to be with us, I sort of run through some things in my head and sort of plan things, but her morning visit was a surprise to me, and this day just sort of all ran into each other. I know that John had his cock worked out well this day, so I knew that I would have to come up with some things, but for now I was just enjoying my dinner, I was so hungry. We all were very hungry, John had a big steak, and Sara had a really big hamburger, I don't know where she put it all. I had a salad with some Chicken fingers in it, but the bowl was so big that the salad came in. John had a couple bourbon and cokes, and Sara and I had tea.

I had to go to the bathroom while we were there, and Sara came into the stall with me. She said she was thirsty for my pee, but I could not think of how to have her drink some there, so as we were both in the stall she put her hand in the stream of pee that gushed out of me, and I had her lick her fingers for me. She then got toe toilet paper and patted me dry, she had to go next, and I she did the same thing with her pee. She said that she did it often at school like that, tasting her own pee. She told me she felt owned that way when she did it. I could not help it we kissed in the bathroom, and if we have been a little longer, there was someone that walked in, but it was just a simple kiss, not anything that we would have really had to hide, after all, she could be my daughter.

I started getting some ideas running through my head, and I told Sara that she would be my toy for the night, I could see her nipples already getting hard through her shirt. John was giving me a smug and satisfied look that he was proud of me. John was saying that I had to learn more of Dome, which meant leading my submissive and keep the slave always doing something, he said the hardest thing about being a Dom, is that things have to go smoothly and they have to stay constant. If you flounder, you loose control, and it is the control that the submissive wants to feel from their Master or Mistress.

When we got home, I told Sara to get on the bed and strip naked, I wanted her right in the middle of the bed with her hands above her and to wait for me there. She almost ran to the bedroom. John and I went to the kitchen, and he said, "What do you have planed for her?" I said "Some stuff, just trust me." John just had a big shit eating grin on his face, and he said, "will you be needing me?" which I giggled back at him and said, "do you realize you have not fucked me once today?" He thought about it and said, "you're right!" I was still giggling, and said that he would before the night was out. As I reached down to his crotch and made sure, it was growing for me.

Sara was in the bed waiting just how I asked her to be waiting. I took a rope and our Velcro cuffs and tied her wrists together and to the head of the bed. Then I out on the strap on harness on her, not my big one, but the one that is a little more slender and small. I then tied her ankles together but wrapped the rope around both legs together like a corkscrew up to her thighs and then tied the rope to itself. Her legs now were bound tight to each other, sort of like a mermaid.

I told her she would be my little boy for the night. And now she needed to fuck me well. I did not put a gag in her mouth, but told her not to say anything till she was supposed to. Or I would make sure that she was spanked really good. I yelled out to the living room, and said "Will you spank her good if I want you to John?" "Of Course honey," was his response. I started to get undressed, and made sure I took my time about it, hanging my clothes back up, picking up the clothes that Sara had just discarded on the floor in her haste to get undressed and onto the bed. "Little boys should be neater with their clothes" I said and got out some nipple clips and clipped them to both her nipples. Sara had worn these before, as I have too. They hurt a little, well more then a little at first, but after a while you get used to them, but then you nipples really ache when you take them off. I decided to make this last a little longer so I walked back into the living room and sort of sat on John's lap and kissed him. He kissed me back, and I got hungrier for his tongue, I was getting so turned on now. John was fingering my pussy as he kissed me and I unbuttoned his shirt so that I could pinch his nipples as we kissed.

I was getting worked up feeling John's cock grow under me, and I knew I wanted it, but I knew that I would need more then that, and plus I wanted to make sure that Sara was being a good Boy for me. I told John that I wanted him to fuck me in a little bit, but I wanted to play with Sara alone for a while. That Sara was going to be my little boy for a while and that I wanted to feel big man in me at the same time. "Yes baby, you can have my ass," I said as was shaking it in front of him as I walked back to the bedroom.

Sara had been good while she was there, not moving at all, I could see the nipple clips biting into her nipples. I took them off and sucked hard on her tender nipples, knowing that it feels good and almost too much at the same time. I then got up on her and straddled her flat belly and could feel the dildo behind me poking straight up in the air. I put one hand on each of her breasts and I raised my ass so that my pussy would be at a place that Sara's plastic cock could enter me. I was really leaning into her holding my weight up with my hands and I pressed down on those two firm little B cup breasts of hers. I could not get it to line up right, and kept fooling with it but it would flop forward too much, but finally I got the tip of it in my pussy, and I stared to descend my ass back down onto her. I got my put my breast in her mouth and told Sara, "be a nice little girl and suck mommy as she fucks you", " you are sort of worthless to me, your cock is so small, but mommy will move it around so it hits the good spots." "Suck harder, Dear, or Mommy will take them out of your mouth and put the clips back on your nipples.'' Sara was doing well; she started sucking and pulling my nipple into her mouth with earnest, how I really love it. "Yes baby, Milk your mama, mmm your cock feels good in me. Push with your hips baby, you can do that. Hear suck the other one." I put the other nipple in Sara's mouth, using my flesh as a gag for her, as I was just enjoying the good little fucking I was getting from her.

My mind was wondering, and I thought about some of the videos I have seen with the woman that was lowering her cunt on a dog, while the dog was on it's back and she fucked her self with that cock. I sat up more and bounced more on her cock as I played with my clit and lifted my own tit to my mouth so I could continue to suck on my nipples. Sara was watching me, I could see that she was in heaven being used. I said to her "Are you a good puppy? Are you, can you pant like a dog and bark for me?" Sara immediately started panting like a dog and yipping and yapping like a little dog, but each time she did her hips jumped up into me, and now I was getting a good fucking. I put my hands back down on her breasts to balance myself, "yes, come on puppy, fuck me." I said as I moved my pussy so that it was getting stroked by that nice plastic cock in me. I arched my back as I could feel the waves of my orgasm go through me. And I humped my hips more to feel the barking jumping of Sara's hips coming up to mine.

"MMMMMMMMM that felt good, tell mommy if she tastes good" I said as I moved up my body and traced my wetness over Sara's body so that my knees were on either side of her arms that cradled her head in-between. "Come on and tell me" as I lowered myself so I knew that she could barely breathe my wet pussy covering her mouth and nose. I could hear her mumbling, and could feel her chin and nose and tongue all moving around my sopping pussy. I moved my hand down to sort of make sure that she could breathe, and also started playing with my clit, so I could go right into another orgasm fresh on the heals of the last one. It did not take me long, and I could tell that I was dripping some of my cum down into Sara because she gagged a little, but was licking and eating me harder.

"Come back John" I yelled, and I started backing up so that I was going to have that plastic cock back in me. Before I had it enter me though John took his strong confident hands and took some of that wet slickness from my pussy and coated his cock and also fingered my ass with it. I was pushing my ass back at his finger, like a cat in heat; I wanted to feel the power of that cock fucking me now. I moved so that John guided Sara's plastic cock into me and then positioned himself behind me and pushed the head of his fat cock against my ass. He was on one knee and the other leg cocked up so that his foot was on the bed so that he could get the right height to enter me. My face was on Sara's, kissing her, and tasting my self all over her face. I could see my juice had gone up her nose even, but I was kissing her and telling her that she will see how the Big Dog fucks her mommy now.

John's hand came to my shoulder as I felt him push into me, sort of like he was pulling me back onto him. I could feel the fullness of both the cocks in me, not quite the same as when I have had two real cocks in me, the fullness was the same, but there is a difference how your pussy feels around a dildo and how it feels around a real cock. I don't know how to put it, but there is a difference, but it what I did love was the feeling of little Sara's body under mine, supporting both my weight and the pounding in my ass that John was giving me.

I was soon biting at Sara's neck, as the fucking got stronger from John. I had cum, but he was fucking me hard, and I could not quit cumming, it was like it would die away, but another roll would flood over it. My stomach muscles were in knots from this. My neck was just as tense. I could tell that my hands that were on Sara's tied up arms were digging into her. I was a freak, my eyes I could feel pushing out of me as and it felt as if I had a scream in me that just could not come out. It was just too much, but I could not get away from the pounding. John had changed his position so that both feet were on the bed and that his hands were on each side of my hips and ass and he was jack hammering in me. "Cum John, oh. Please cum. Cum in me." Was what I was trying to say, but who knows what was coming out of my mouth. Finally, there was no outward stoke and I could feel the cum spurts in my hot burning ass now. I had no strength to get up, I heard John walk to the bathroom, I know he was cleaning him self off, and I just rolled onto my back next to Sara. Sara was my human pillow during this. I had no idea if she came, but I did not really care, I was just letting the cum leak out of my opened ass onto the comforter as I was catching my breath.

I felt John come back and clean my pussy and ass with a warm washcloth, and I made him leave it there on my ass. I asked him if there was any blood, it really felt like he had ripped me a new ass hole, but he said there was none. "I love you mommy" I heard little Sara whisper to me. "Did you cum baby girl?" I asked her. "Oh yes, the Dildo just smashed up against my clit, I could not get away from it." "Good" I said, and then gave her a soulful passionate kiss my hand intertwining with her hair as our two tongues caressed each other inside our mouths.

"Mommy?" "Yes Sara." "I have to go peepee now" Sara was still tied to the headboard and her legs were still tied together. I was tempted to see if John would pick her up and carry her to the tub so that we did not have to untie her, but I know that John had done enough this day, we were all exhausted and we were all well fucked. I untied Sara's arms so that she could sort of work out the kinks in her shoulders a little as I untied her legs. You could see on the out side of her thighs where the rope had left read marks as she got up out of the bed, and got out of the strap on harness so that she could sit on the toilet and pee. I went back into the living room and snuggled up to John with his cock and balls in my hand and my head on his chest as he watched a little more TV before he fell asleep. Sara came out and joined us and lay down on the floor and wiggled her self behind John's feet so that she was hugging them with her body as she slept on the floor. John handed her down a pillow so that she had a pillow for her head.

About 3:00 in the middle of the night I guess John woke up, the TV was static, and he got us all up so that we could get in the bed together. John got in the middle and Sara and I were on either side of him with our heads on his chest, our hands met as they reached down to his cock. We fell asleep like that again shortly.
In the morning my pussy and ass were aching, I mean big time, like I had really been used hard. But my hand felt John's hard cock in it, and I could feel him waking, and I made it so that he could roll on top of me. We kissed as he sank his cock in me and hugged me. It was a little sore, but it was also a familiar feeling and knew that I loved him no matter what. John let me just rock my hips slightly as he pushed only with his hips and not at all a stoke that took him out of my pussy at all. It was the most intimate of hugs there was. Though I am sure that John's cock was sore too, my pussy and his cock were hugging and being the lovers that John and I were. Sara woke up to our movement, and kissed up both. She sat up in the bed and massaged John's back and butt as he just pushed me into the slowest rolling orgasms that I have ever had. I could feel ever grip of my pussy around him, but it was almost like being at the beach and having the surf run over your legs, it was not intense, but it defiantly was an orgasm. John came in me with out even a grunt, but just filled me with his seed that is so precious to my garden.

I told the two of them that I would make the breakfast this morning, and Sara and John both got up and got into the shower together. I put on a T-shirt and went into the kitchen and started making some bacon made three western omelets for every one. Sara and John came to the table just as I was done both kissing me and again I was so proud of my family. I asked Sara if she had any homework that she needed to do today before her mother picked her up, and she said no. So we looked to John for the plan for the rest of the day. John said that he did not think he could get it up any more, but that just made Sara and I laugh, because we knew that John could. Sara's mother was not going to be home till 3 that afternoon, so we really had a full day of it. I needed to do some shopping for food, so John would all drive us to the store and we would go shopping was the plan. Really Sunday was sort of boring from a sexual standing, yes John did get to fuck Sara one more time in our bed while I was putting all the grocers away. They had been so good helping me in the store, and then at the farmer's market. I know that Sara wouldn't be over again for a few days, so I knew how much she wanted to explore and be fucked.

I walked in on them as I was done; Sara was on top of John, bouncing up and down his hard cock splitting that young pussy so that it was in deep. One of her hands was on her belly like she could feel his cock all the way in there and the other on her clit. John was enjoying this little tits bounce as she rode him. I went up and kissed them both, and then went back to the living room to straighten out the couch and put way the comforters. I walked back in again on them and this time John was over Sara, her legs on his shoulders as he had his cock hammering into her. Sara's hands were on her own nipples squeezing them as she was begging for John's cum. He came in her shortly after that. And that is when I got up on the bed and ate that sweet little pussy of hers and got to taste my husband's cum once again. I shared it with him and her from my mouth, moving to kiss them both when my mouth was full of the seaman, but then I went down again to give Sara my own orgasm from me.

We all took a shower then and got dressed in what we wore to the store, and got out a game of Monopoly. I was already out and Sara and John were playing against each other when Sara's mom came to pick her up.

Sara's mom and I talked about her latest boy friend as John and Sara finished, I invited them both to stay for dinner, but they went home. So I had John all to my self again, and we had had a GREAT weekend. I told him thanks for making it so special for me.

It was really a lovely weekend, the whole thing. I was so wet from playing on the computer for part of the day Friday, and John had teased me just right in the morning when we were fucking, saying to me that he had some big plans in store for me.

I decided to wear a skirt because I like to wear skirts and dress's when I go out dancing. I put on a Victoria Secret bra on too, that sort of pushes me together, it really fits nicely, though I think it is just a bit too small for me, but it allows me to wear a neck line that plunges deep because it just has connects in front. I wore a crisscross top that I always get a lot of looks at my boobs every time I wear it.

I like my boobs a lot. However, some times I wish they were more round and fuller, and more like DD or DDD cups. I had been talking to one of my friends online about how she wanted to nurse from my nipples and I had been playing with my nipples a lot. I had thought about not wearing any panties, but I really was wet, and I thought if I wanted to take them off later I could, and if I did take them off and put them in John's hand later, that it would tease him.

John got home about 6:00 and I had a beer for him, and a snack. I kissed him right away and started stroking that long cock of his through his pants, telling him I was hot for him and I wanted him. I led him back to the bedroom and took off his shirt and undershirt - raking my nails across his chest and biting and nibbling on his nipples. Sucking on his nipples I unzipped his pants and put his cock through his fly in his boxers and started stroking it.

I was really horny like I said. John told me to kneel at the foot of the bed and he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxers and sat on the bed. "Suck me" he said and I did, cradling his balls in my hands as my head bobbed up and down on his shaft. He does not come like this too much, but I wanted to taste his cum. I had talked to another person online in the afternoon, and I was thinking of how hot it would be to watch him sucking off John.

I really loved this cock. I tasted some of John's pre cum as his hand was on the back of my head making sure I would go all the way down on him. I could tell this would be a time that I could get him to cum, I was attacking his cock and I started fingering his ass. He grunted and I knew that the next stroke would have his cum shooting deep into my mouth, I took all of it and pushed him back on the bed so I was on top of him - sharing his seed in a deep passionate kiss where I pushed his cum back into his mouth with my tongue and he pushed it back into mine, our kiss was great. Just a little of his cum escaped our mouths and we had it on our face.

I told him I love him so much, and I wanted to be his cock slut tonight, that I would do anything for him that he wanted me to do. He just smiled and told me how much he loved me and that I already do fulfill all his wishes. He said he wanted to take a quick shower and change, and then he was going to take me out to dinner first before we went out dancing. I suggested he take a bath and I would wash his back since I was already dressed and he was fine with that.

I ran the bath for him, and put in some sandalwood oil in the water and a little vanilla too. The sandalwood I think smells so manly. I washed him as he sat in the tub, and washed his hair too. I made sure that his cock was hard too and fingered his ass so I could push a little water up his rectum to make sure that every part of him was nice and clean. I feel so completely me when I am doing things like this for John, and it is my place to serve him and to love him and make sure that he is well-taken care of. I was just so happy.

While John was getting dressed, we talked about where to eat. Of course it was going to be up to John, but I liked that he asked me. He does treat me so well too. John wore a black shirt with long sleeves and a collar, and nice black slacks that showed off his ass so well. I was behind John while he was looking in the mirror in our bedroom and had my hands around him, I was very aware of my tits pushed up against his back and I sort of ground my hips into his butt, and said "do you want me to fuck you with my strap on, in that cute butt of yours, you are just driving me wild!" John just chuckled and said that it might happen and kissed me one more time deeply and grabbed my ass as he did, I could feel the strength of his hands, and knew that all of me would be open for him soon enough.

We went out to eat at a small bar, called O'Shea's. We each had some sandwiches and some fries and we both drank some beers while sitting out in their patio. The weather was so good, and we had fun looking at the people there, talking about them and coming up with stories about them and wondering what they were like in bed. That is one thing that we always end up doing, wondering about couples, wondering who was on a first date, who was going to get lucky that night, and stuff like that.

We had maybe three or four beers there just talking and enjoying the last of the sunlight as the sun was setting. It was 9:00 p.m. before we left. We walked down Barstow Rd., and John asked me if I would like a new toy. I said GREAT! He said let's go to a sex shop before we go out dancing. I thought this was great Idea and was instantly wet. John and I had fucked in a peep show once so I knew that anything could happen.

We drove to Taylor Blvd. which is sort of on the other side of town, and there was a Sex shop right next to a Déjà vu. Déjà vu is a strip club and I asked if we could go in there after we looked in the sex shop. John said it was all part of his plan! LOL, I was being set up, but I thought it was great. We went into the sex shop and we were going up and down the rows of dildos and things. There were so many videos in there of so many neat things, but we never had much in our budget for those, I once had a really nice gentleman send me some videos in the mail and they were very good. I have cum to them maybe a thousand times, but I am more careful whom we give our address too now, but I told John that I would like to see some more.

I was looking for something really kinky like some Bestiality, women with big dogs or the like, but they did not have anything like that, John said that those things you could not get in a store like this, but I still was looking. I found some Transvestite, Boy/Girls ones but mostly were black people in them, and I really did not want to see that. I was looking for some of those big tits and big white cocks, but we did not find any like that. We did find a lot of boob fucking and one that had lactation called milking Mama's, but looking at the back cover, I told John I had seen some of that from some clips I had seen on the internet. So we went back to looking at Dildo's and things. Some of these were very expensive, and I like the ones I have just as well, so we did not buy any either, but it was fun to look in the store at stuff.

We walked next door and John had to pay a $6.00 cover but they let me in for free. There was a girl dancing on the stage, and when my eyes could get adjusted I saw two other couples in the place, but the rest were men, and a few of the dancers sitting with the men. I had been to a few strip clubs with John before, and this one we had been too, so I was not too unaccustomed to my surroundings. We sat down and I was looking around at the girls seeing if I recognized any from the last time we were here. We were asked if we wanted a dance by this one girl even before we got our drinks. We told her maybe later, The next girl on stage after we sat down was a good dancer, she did a lot of pole work, I thought we had seen her before, and John reminded me that we had. I was rubbing his cock, making sure that it was hard in my hand through his pants as we watched and drank our cokes. (They did not serve real drinks in this place).

The next dance was a Two for One, so all the girls were walking around to all the tables trying to get the men or women to get them to go back to the booth with them, The third girl that asked us was sort of young looking, maybe 20 or so, but had a nice shape. She had nice C cup breasts that just had a hit of sag, and nice muscular legs. John told me to go back with her and to have a dance. The girl just smiled and took me back to a booth where I sat on a small couch and she stood on a box in front of me. Waiting for the music to start. Her name was Angelica she told me, but when I asked her what her real name was, she told me it was Tori. Tori was a good dancer, with long hair and she pushed her tits in my face and then slid down so that her head was between my legs. When she slid up again my dress, hiked up a bit and I could feel her thighs against mine and I stuck out my tongue to play with her belly button ring. She said that she really did like dancing for me and this time when she slid down my body she was nuzzling at my cleavage. My nipples were so hard I wanted her to suck on my nipples so badly.

The person that counted the dancers walked back and forth past our booth and I knew he would not be back for an hour, so I reached behind me and untied the string that kept my top together, and pulled one of my breasts out of my bra cup. Tori was straddling my thighs and I told her to suck my nipple. She did. Her hands were on a bar above my head and she sucked on my nipple. My hand was on my breast sort of stretching it into her mouth feeding it to her as I closed my eyes and felt her crotch come down closer to mine as she parted her legs more to get a better reach on me. I did not dare do more, when she pulled her head back to sort of swing her hair to the music, I put my breast back into its cup. I asked her if she was as wet as I was, and she stood up on the couch, with her feet on either side of my thighs, and had her pussy right in my face, I could smell that she was as wet as I was, but then she pulled her G-string to one side and made her clit pop out at me. I leaned forward hungrily, but she danced just out of reach, telling me she would get in trouble, but she played with her clit a little more right in front of my face.

I pulled up my skirt higher so that I could get my finger into my own pussy, since I was being teased so much. I pulled my panties to one side and my finger just went in, I was sloppy wet, I was still buzzing from the beers earlier, but not too drunk, I knew what I was doing and I wanted to tease that girl. I got two fingers in my pussy and sort of scooped a little of the cum that was in me onto them and as Tori was going to slide down my body one more time, I made sure my wet fingers trailed my pussy juice on her leg. When she was between my legs this time, I pulled my panties aside so that she could see my shaved lips and how wet I was. Tori pushed her tits into my pussy and took a nipple and ran it up and down my wet slit and then when she came up and straddled me one more time, she took her breast in her hand and sucked her own nipple moaning in delight, telling me that I tasted good as she licked my wetness off her nipple.

Well that was the end of the second song, so I gave Tori the $20 for the dance and a $2.00 tip too as she put on her bikini top and I tied the string of my top back behind me. I was back over to John, who had a stripper sitting with him, and he was smiling, asking me if I enjoyed my dance, I told him how she tit fucked my wet pussy and then licked it off her nipple and he just smiled. The girl that was sitting with him had sat with us before, her name was Erica, and she asked if she would be able to do that to me too! I said I would love it, but we would have to wait for another two for one, to make sure that we had enough time.

We watched two more of the dancers, (four more songs) and I told John I was losing my buzz, and wanted to go dance with him. So we said good night to Erica, and she gave me a little pouty face, but she knew that we did not have a lot of money, and that those kinds of places can be very expensive after a while. John and I were going out to the car, and then he said, "I know you need that dildo now, don't you?" I said what I really needed were his cock and a hot pussy to eat, so we walked back into the sex shop and we bought a nice jelly dildo that was 8 inches long and very thick that had a vibrating egg in it.

We went to Stevie Ray's which is a blues club that we like, but on the way there I not only fucked my pussy good with that dildo as I slunk back in my seat in the car, I came twice, really big. I had my feet on the Dash and most of my back on the bottom part of the seat. My back of my head was bent so my chin was at my chest and John drove and looked at me as I came twice for him this way, both times taking the cock out my pussy and sucking off my juices. Yes my panties were already off now, and I don't think that they were going to be back on anytime soon.

We got to Stevie Ray's a little before 12, and the band was playing well. I had a Voodoo martini and John had another beer. We could not find a place to sit, so John was standing on a railing that sort of divides the bar area from the band/dancing area, I was in front of him making sure that I could feel his cock in-between my ass cheeks. The band was really good, we ended up dancing about six or so songs, I was feeling no pain at all and having a good time. It was now almost two and John told me it was time to go home. When we got back into the car, I could not help it; I unzipped his fly and sucked him all the way home.

When we got home, I was so happy to get out my clothes, and I found John was in me in no time. I don't think he even put his cock in his pants from the walk from the car into the house! I love when I get lost in the loving, and I did, I had my legs and my arms wrapped around him pulling him into me as I felt the animal in him build, I wanted all of his seed deep in me and I told him so. John came in me deeply and forcefully, driving me over the edge again, cumming for about the 4th time since we had been in bed. I was catching my breath and asked him to just suck on my poor sore pussy in a nice soft way. He did, eating some of his cum he had just put in me, slowly building me to a slow and gentle cum this time. But he continued to eat me through this, and I could feel that he had the new dildo in his hand now and pushing it at my wet and juicy ass. All my juices had been leaking out of me, and I felt it enter me, once it was in me, I rolled over onto my stomach, and said, "I want you there" so the dildo was soon replaced by his cock as he slowly but completely fucked me till he came again.

We both fell asleep after that. It was such a complete night and I just been loved to exhaustion.

The next morning it was only eight in the morning, and I heard the door open, and I felt a few minutes later, Sara came and got into the bed. She had stripped on her way back to the bed, and said "Surprise!" John said that she was the big surprise, that her mom was going to go out of town for the weekend and that she was going to drop of Sara in the morning. I was still groggy, but Sara was just bouncing with energy. I really could not move much, but I did roll over on my side and in just a little bit I saw Sara with her legs around John, just like I had been last night, groaning as she was taking a hard fucking from John.

I don't know where he gets all his energy, but it is so good to see his leg muscles and but muscles work as he was fucking her and she was just eating it up, saying "I hope you two fuck me all day, I can't stand it when you are not fucking me." John came in her and lay back down. I reached into the table on the side of the bed and grabbed the butt plug I have in there and pushed it into Sara's pussy and kissed her, and told her I wanted her to save John's cum in there and I would eat it out of her later, and if she would be a dear and cook us some breakfast.

She jumped out of the bed and said sure, and a little while later the whole place had the wonderful smells of bacon being cooked. Sara had made a big thing of scrambled eggs and bacon, and toast with Jam. She poured us some orange juice too as John and I finally got out of the bed and sat around the dinning room table to eat the meal that Sara made for us. We were all naked and John's hair was a mess, I bet mine was too, but it was so pleasant and the day was so nice. Sara went to some of the windows and let the breeze in that was cool but clean and fresh.

Sara came around my chair and just hugged me from behind and kissed me. I loved her small hands on me and all the bounce she had today. John said he had to go pee, and Sara almost shouted, "on me, on me!" and ran back to the bathroom in the tub, where she gets her golden showers. John and I walked back and I saw him pee on her face and her open mouth where she even drank some of it and just rubbed it all over her body. And she fingered her clit. I suggested we all take a shower, so we turned on the water then and John and I hopped in. While we were in the shower I had to pee too, so Sara got on her knees again and felt the spray of my hot piss as the water from the shower washed it down on her body too. She got her face up to my pussy and took some straight into her mouth, I knew she was drinking it too. Sara said that she loved our pee too, I have tried it myself once, but never cared for it, but we have read that there is nothing really wrong from drinking it, and Sara is a prime example of that since she had drunk a lot of our pee and nothing bad has ever happened to her.

After we were getting out of the shower and toweling off, I had Sara get on the bed and I took the plug out of her pussy and I ate her till she clamped both legs around my head and came very hard. Sara then came up and started sucking on my tits like the little girl that she is, and John just watched as he was getting dressed. John told us that he was not going to work long today that he would be home hopefully before 12 so we could have lunch together, Sara was saying "Fuck me again first?" But John told her she would have to wait. Sara came back down to my breasts and I gave her the dildo to push into me and told her to be gentle and nice as she sucked mommy's tits. Some times I like it when Sara calls me mommy; it makes me feel so good that my little girl wants to please John and me so much. It all sort of fits our family and all. I can't wait till Sara can move in with us for good.

Sara and I spent the morning in bed as women do when they love each other. It was soft and very gentle but we each came at least six times. By 11:00 I told Sara if we did not get out of bed that we would get spanked severely by John when he got home, Sara said "Goodie" and wiggled her ass, but I really wanted to get the house back into some sort of order. So I Gave Sara ten nice slaps on her up turned ass to make it nice and red, and told her that she better help me, or there would be more of that. Sara was still in such a good puppy dog sort of mood and bounced out of bed and we started cleaning the kitchen and the dishes.

When John came home at 12:30, we had the house in good shape and some of the clothes washed. Sara and I had taken another quick shower and dried our hair so that we looked nice for John, and of course we were still undressed. John was happy with the house, and Sara went into the kitchen as I helped John out of his clothes and hung them up and turned on the TV for him and sat next to him and stroked his cock and sucked on him. As you can tell, this is why I was not on the computer hardly at all this weekend. Sara finished making lunch and she stalled John's thighs and guided his cock that I had made nice and hard, into her young pussy and hugged his neck as she worked her way to a cum. It was sort of funny, John and I were eating but Sara was working her self up to it. We were really proud of her own sexuality, and how she felt being with us.
After she came, she got off John's cock and started to suck him, I could tell that she was hungry for his cum, but I could tell John was not at that point where he would cum. I was sort of diddling my pussy as I watched her, and after a while I told her "come over here dear, Mommies got some cum for you if Daddy won't" With that I got up into a more sitting position with my pussy near the edge of the sofa so that Sara could have a good lick at me all the way from my ass to my clit as she was on her knees in front of me. John was stroking his cock as he watched the two of us and I soon was closing my eyes as I was nearing that point where I was going to cum.

I needed a little more, and I told Sara to finger me, but then I heard John tell Sara to work more fingers into me, to work her way to fist me. This was good I could tell now when I opened my eyes that John was now paying more attention to us then to the TV. Sara had four fingers and her thumb tucked into me as I came again and this time she pushed her knuckles past and into me. Her little fingers closed as she did that and her whole fist was in me. If you have ever had a fist in you know that it fills you like nothing else, pressing against everything, and still she tongued my clit as I came around her fist. "Out, out, out!" I said, it was just too much now, and as she slid her hand out of me John got in front of her and I started to cum down her throat. Again I was exhausted and sore now. I pulled a comforter over me and closed my eyes; I could tell that Sara was now satisfied too and she curled up to John and put her head down on his chest in a restful way.

When I woke, Sara's upper body was on the couch, and her knees on the floor, John was behind her and his arms stretched out to her shoulders pulling her back onto him. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was groaning, each time he was shoving in. At first I thought that they were just fucking, but I could tell from her sounds that she was really getting her ass fucked. John is a very thick man in his cock. Though I do like to have my ass fucked by him, by another man it is a lot more comfortable. John's cock has a way of hurting you, but also filling you in such a way that it is addictive. I did not want them to know I was awake yet, so I just lay there and watched. John was covered with sweat and so was Sara.

I could tell they had been fucking for some time now. I could see the inside of her thigh was all slick where cum was running down her leg. John like any man can't cum nonstop. But he can cum up to eight times in a day. But it gets harder for him the more times he cums, and I could tell he was not going to stop fucking little Sara till he came deep in her bowels. Her heads was flopping back and side to side on the pillows of the couch, her little breasts pinned under her but her thighs were pushing back as she could, but you could tell who was 100% in control here. John was fucking her best. All you could hear from Sara besides groans and gargles, was "fuck" "shit" "God" "Master" and "Slut," you really could not tell what else she was saying, and even those words were punctuated by the push of John's cock deeper into her ass each time.

I was thinking what a sexy sight that was to wake up to, when I saw John's head snap back with his last few thrusts and a Roar come out of his mouth as he was obviously cumming deep inside of Sara, she was crying and saying "God, yes, You are my God, yes, Master, Yes, yes, yes, yes." She slumped forward and John's cock came out of her ass hole. John was looking down, and I said to him, "is it dirty?" he said "a little" so I got up off of my couch and got some hot water on a washcloth and came back and washed his cock for him. John was leaning back on his hands catching his breath, as I was washing his cock and I told him that he was so beautiful fucking Sara. Sara was still quivering every so often with those aftershock orgasms that you have after you have been fucked real well. And her head was still in the couch, and you can see the hiccuping of her body as she was trying to breathe, cry, and those tiny aftershocks just contorted her young little body.

I got up and washed the washcloth, and then made it warm again, and this time I came and washed Sara's ass and pussy. Sara's ass was still open some, every time that she would have one of those mini orgasms her ass hole would close up, but then it would come open again like she was trying to breathe through it. She had been stretched well by John's thick cock, but in just a bit it would relax enough and it would be the same as it ever was. Her legs had John's cum on it and there was a little of her dirt there too that is the only thing I really hate about anal sex, is no matter how clean you are, some times a little shit comes out, but it can be cleaned up fairly easy, but still, I don't like that part of it.

I could tell that I must have slept through a little more then just a butt fucking. Some of John's cum was coming out of her pussy too. I looked at John, and said "both holes?" He nodded, and I said "what about me?" "I will have some for you later," he said with a loving smile. I tried to get Sara to stand up, but she couldn't. I told John to pick her up, he did and carried her to the bedroom, she only weighs maybe 110-lbs. soaking wet, and she was soaking wet. John put her in the bed, and I let her cuddle up with me. Stroking her hair and cooing to her, telling her how pretty she looked, and how much of a good girl she was for pleasing her master so well. Her breathing became more and more normal and we just lay there in the bed.

There was a movie on the TV that I sort of watched as I petted my little girl. John was in the living room watching something else. I am sure. It was almost 7:00 before we got up. I had to pee for some time but really did not want to move, but I finally had to. Sara got up with me and got in the tub on her knees. Put her head back and up to my pussy and I pee'd on her. I honestly don't know what she gets out of it, but I know it makes her feel better and more like our little slave, which is what she wants to be.

I Asked her how she felt as I turned on the water of the shower so that she could rinse the pee off her, and I got a little wet too, I made the water not hot, but sort of cool, it sort of brought my body alive. She said she felt wonderful, and hoped that I was not mad because she had so much of John's cum in her. I started to think about that. They had fucked this morning, She got his cum down her troat at lunch, and then she had him cum once in her pussy and once in her ass that afternoon. I said that she should let John and me fuck some time, and she said "what every you want Mistress" I could see the change from Mommy to Mistress, that Sara was going to be mine for the rest of the night.We all got dressed and went out to T.G.I. Fridays for Dinner. We had a really good day and John wanted to take his women out.