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Bad Wife, Good Sub (Lesbian/Authoritarian)
Bad Wife, Good Sub By Tappy McWidestance
Hindsight is always 20/20, or so they say. In retrospect everything I had done had led to this point. A month ago if you had told me I would be bent over, nearly naked in public with my tits hanging out and begging a stranger I’d never seen to fuck my steaming hot pussy I would have told you that you were crazy. But that is exactly where I was and at this moment, I would do anything she commanded if she would just make me cum. But perhaps I should start at the beginning.
My name is Heather. I live in Las Vegas, born and raised. I am 37 years old, college educated, attractive, married and unhappy. My life has not gone quite as I had planned. Growing up my first love was dance. Since I lived in Vegas, my aspiration was to be a showgirl. They were always so glamorous and I could picture myself on stage living the good life. I took dance classes from an early age and I was good. I had ‘the look’ as they say. My parents were supportive but they also made sure I went to college so I had something to fall back on if my life in the performing arts didn’t pan out. They didn’t mind if I wanted to be a showgirl, but if things didn’t work out they didn’t want me only having a stripper job to fall back on. Of course I told myself that wouldn’t happen. Not to be modest, but I had a beautiful face and a lean tight body. Of course I’d get hired at the best show in town.
Well it turns out that everybody who auditions for these shows has a perfect body and a dazzling smile. It turns out they are better dancers than me too. Oh, not by much. I really was good. I usually made the second or third round of callbacks but I was always just a notch below the girl who finally got hired. It was very frustrating. Still I hung on to my dreams. I kept taking technique classes and kept up a rigorous gym regiment. But it just wasn’t happening so I ended up taking a low level marketing job at one of the casinos. I still auditioned when I could, but my dreams remained just that. Dreams. But as they say, when one door closes, another one opens.
In my job as low-level functionary it was part of my assignment to talk to all the casino executives and listen to their hair-brain marketing schemes and then our team would go through them and make them work. It was during one of these long tedious meetings that I met my future husband. He was 12 years my senior at the time, but more importantly he understood marketing better than the rest of the ‘old school’ executives and he didn’t treat our group as a bunch of ignorant ‘eggheads’ who didn’t know the first thing about the casino business. I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but even though HR didn’t approve of dating fellow employees, when he asked me out I said yes. We had so keep our relationship secret, which made it more exciting. We would go out to clubs where we were unlikely to run into any coworkers. He tried to dance, but wasn’t very good. But he loved to show me off and enjoyed watching me flirt and dance with other guys so most of the time he just sat on the side of the floor and watched. I didn’t mind. He was great in bed so after a few hours of teasing other guys I was ready for him to take me home and ravage me. At his suggestion I started wearing more and more revealing clothes. Sometimes I fantasized about one of my anonymous dance partners just pulling me out of the club and fucking me in their car, but the nights always ended with him back at my apartment. But I was in love so it was OK. Two years later we were married.
With the cat out of the bag, as it were, I quit my job and went to work at a competitor. But as he moved up the hierarchy it was made clear to him that his wife should not be working for another casino so I quit. I was going to look for another job, but he was making enough for me to take some time off so I decided that I would take a break. I was still taking the occasional dance class and of course was at the gym 4-5 days per week. As it turns out, I never went back to work. He got another promotion and was moving quickly up the corporate ladder. He was working more hours and it seemed like our only ‘dates’ were corporate functions or dinner meetings. He always bought me new dresses for these events and it became obvious over time that my purpose in attending was to be eye candy. At first I didn’t realize it but soon it was apparent that the executives were competing with each other for the most attractive spouse or girlfriend. As I said I am attractive so I fit this role well. And to be truthful, I didn’t even mind that much. I was living a comfortable life and I always had enjoyed showing off. I took it upon myself to have my ‘job’ to be helping him get ahead on the corporate ladder. If that meant flirting with executives high up in the corporation, so be it. I was good at teasing guys and every new promotion meant more money.
He was busting his ass at work and I was busting mine at the gym. Each year it seemed like the wives and girlfriend got younger and their breasts got bigger. As I got older I had to work harder to keep toned and make sure everything was tight. He kept telling me I was beautiful but I was feeling the pressure to fight back against the new generation of trophy wives. In Vegas fake boobs are everywhere and my tiny ‘dancers’ boobs were my biggest dislike on my body. It may be completely vain, but I wanted larger breasts. Hubby was always telling me I was beautiful the way I was, but I wasn’t sure. Younger sexy women at work surrounded him and I wanted to be sure he didn’t stray. And although none of the current generation could compete with me when holding an educated conversation, physical beauty was still paramount.
Then a big surprise happened. The general manager of the Laughlin property dropped dead of a heart attack. Now Laughlin was kind of the hind end of properties overall, but becoming a general manager was a huge step up and a launching pad for better things so hubby applied. I wasn’t surprised when he got the job. But I didn’t want to move to Laughlin. I liked my life in Vegas. I tried to convince him not to sell the house and to move. I told him we could rent the house because certainly we would be back to take over on of the Vegas property within a year or two. He wasn’t so sure. He thought we might be in Laughlin for a while and didn’t want the worry of owning property 90 minutes away. In the end I traded him a breast augmentation in exchange for selling the house. Certainly I would have given in eventually and agreed to sell the house. But if I’d learned one thing by living in Vegas and in our 15 years of marriage it was to always get something for your efforts.
They needed him in Laughlin as soon as possible so he left before I had the surgery. I stayed behind to ready the house for sale. I also began
researching the plastic surgeons in town and began meeting with them. I
think getting the house ready was easier than choosing who to trust with my
bust. I had plenty of references to choose from. In the end my 32b chest
became a 36c. Granted that is not huge, especially for Vegas, but on my
small frame they looked huge and I loved them. I hated to leave town. I
wanted to go back to the days in my youth where we would go dancing and he
would watch me tease the guys. With my new breasts I knew I’d be better
than ever :)
So here I was, alone in our big house in Vegas while he was in Laughlin
getting situated. He was living in the hotel for the time being until I
could sell the house and we could find something in Laughlin. It started as
an adventure. I still was a gym rat, although I got much more attention
with my two new best friends, during the week. I also had to keep the house
spotless in case a realtor wanted to show the place. Then on the weekends
I’d drive down to Laughlin. The life of a casino manager leaves little free
time, however, so mostly I just took advantage of the hotel’s features and
would go dancing by myself. Guys who assumed I was a prostitute
propositioned more than once me. I guess with the fake boobs I just had
that look now.
I think this new life wouldn’t have bothered me so much if he was able to
give me more attention when I was there. We had not made love since the
promotion as he was always worn out when I saw him. I kept telling myself
things would be better when I moved there full time, but I also started
taking the advances I received when dancing or at the gym more seriously. I
didn’t want to cheat on him, mainly because I didn’t want to give him an
excuse to do the same, but I needed to get laid.
I was able to keep my lust in check when I was in Laughlin, but it was
getting increasingly tough when I was back in Vegas trying to sell the
house. We didn’t want to lose money, which meant we were asking for the top
end of the market price wise. After the initial flurry of activity,
showings had dropped off. I would go to the gym each day (late morning or
early afternoon) and hope some hunky guy wouldn’t start flirting with me. I
was afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist him. The problem was I always got
really horny when I exercised, especially if I rode the bike. If I could
get on a recumbent bike I was OK, but if the gym was busy and I got on an
upright, the act of grinding my pussy on the seat for 20 minutes was
maddening. I always ended up rushing home to masturbate.
It was during one of my times on the bike that I met a woman named Toni who
was riding next to me. She was gorgeous and was working out as hard as I
was. She shocked me when she asked if riding the bike so fast excited me
like it excited her. I had noticed her sweating (like I was) but had not
noticed the wet patch on the front of her workout shorts until she looked
down after asking her question. I had never had another woman hit on me in
the gym. I was kind of flattered and in my horny state even contemplated
asking if she wanted to grab lunch. But I didn’t. I tried not to ask
flustered and admitted I too enjoyed riding the bike in more ways than one.
Toni and I soon became workout buddies and friends. We talked about our
lives, our hopes, our dreams and of course about sex. Like me she was a
neglected casino wife, but she told me she had a rich online sex life that
let her work out her frustrations without cheating on her husband. Toni
told me that he would freak out if she ever had sex with another man. I
questioned her about what she did online and she coyly said she read erotic
stories and masturbated. When I pushed her a little more she admitted she
chatted on Yahoo and sometimes had phone sex with a stranger. I said it
sounded like she was cheating on her husband but she assured me that she
had never met any of the men she talked with so it didn’t count. She told
me she would email me a list of sites to check out.
I didn’t want to admit it but my pussy was leaking more than usual. It
wasn’t just riding the bike this time it was listening to Toni talk about
her online adventures. I was already masturbating almost every day to keep
from going crazy, but sometimes my fingers just didn’t cut it. From what
she described there was never a shortage of people to help stimulate her so
I decided to give it a try. I tried to remain calm on the outside, but on
the inside I was going crazy with lust.
I wasn’t totally ignorant of what was available online. Hubby and I watched
the occasional adult movie, had shopped for toys online together a couple
of times and in the real world even went to strip clubs occasionally. But I
wasn’t experienced with interacting with people to talk about sex. I was
excited to get started when I got home. Our PC is in a bedroom we use as a
den. I checked our VM to make sure nobody wanted to see the house (there
had not been anybody in weeks so it wasn’t a shock that there were no
messages) and quickly stripped off my workout clothes. I usually showered
at the gym, but today I was in a rush to get home so I skipped it and was
still stinky and sweaty. But then again, nobody online would know.
I checked my messages. Nothing yet from Toni. But I remembered the name of
her story site so I found it on Google. I couldn’t believe how many stories
were available. I didn’t know where to begin. So I typed ‘trophy wife’ into
the search function. Instantly a hundred stories appeared to choose from. I
clicked on one at random. It was poorly written with lots of spelling
mistakes and bad grammar. It didn’t do anything for me. I started to think
Toni was crazy. I went back and searched for ‘cheating wife.’ Again I got
more stories than I could deal with, but the one I chose turned out to be
much better. I admit, it was stimulating and I found myself reading one
handed. My left hand was rubbing my pussy and clit while I scrolled with my
right. I admit it felt good, but I didn’t feel any orgasm building.
So I continued reading other stories and learned how they were rated so I
could concentrate on ones that should be better. Eventually I ended up
reading about a woman who was an exhibitionist who meets a real take-charge
guy. She had been teasing guys at a party and this guy apparently had
enough with her flirtations. He took her into a bedroom and ravaged
her. That got me going and by the end I was a swampy mess. I had enough
with reading and I ran to my bedroom to grab my favorite vibe from my
bedside table. With the power of the rabbit I was cumming quickly.
After I calmed down, I finally took my shower and then made a light
lunch. I made myself busy the rest of the day and didn’t think about Toni
again until about 8pm when I checked my email again. I’d talked to my
husband and he said he sent me some new pictures to my email and I wanted
to see them. I noticed that Toni had sent an email but I didn’t read it
right away. I opened my husband’s first email and it was a selfie of
himself without his shirt on. It was kind of humorous when I first looked
at it. The other emails showed me more of himself until finally he was
naked and holding his very hard cock. It was nice that he was thinking
about me. We rarely had sex when I visited so I took this as progress. I
wanted to show my appreciation so I stripped naked again and sent him my
own selfie. I’d never done that before and I have to admit it was exciting.
I waited for him to reply, but he never did. I guessed he only had a few
minutes of free time and he wanked out a quick one. While I was waiting,
sitting naked waiting for his reply, I clicked on Toni’s email. Her list
included the story site I remembered along with several others, which were
focused on specific story types. One was a lesbian site and one was a
bondage story site. This kind of shocked me and I didn’t immediately read
stories from either. She also included a link to her Tumblr site and
another site called Fet Life.
I didn’t want to click on the last one as it sounding like it would put
spyware on my computer and I didn’t want my husband finding out I’d been
looking at this material, so I started with her Tumblr. Toni’s site was a
mix of pictures of her (nothing naked but some revealing shots) and blog
entries which turned out to be very explicit. It turns out she is quite an
exhibitionist. Some were selfies and somebody else had taken
some. According to her blog she had a special ‘friend’ who told her what
kind of clothes to wear and how to pose for her photo sessions. I had to
admit, she looked great and the thought of someone directing her how to
pose was exciting.
As a closet exhibitionist myself (hence my love of dancing and flirting)
the idea that somebody would tell me what to wear and where to show myself
off was interesting. I was starting to get aroused again. I stared at her
pictures and reread her blog posts again and again imagining I was the one
showing myself off. Certainly I could never post pictures of myself in this
manner due to my husband’s position. I wondered how Toni’s husband allowed
it. I jumped back to the story site and this time searched for exhibition
stories. I found one that seemed to match Toni’s situation and I started
playing with myself while reading it. This time I didn’t need my vibe to
cum. That was very rare. My fingers rarely took me over the edge, but this
time the story was my stimulation along with thinking about Toni’s Tumblr.
I left myself breathless and quivering by the end of the story having had
one of the best orgasms of my life in the process. I shut down my PC and
headed to bed. I didn’t shower. I felt sweaty and dirty after my finger
session and I wanted to remember that while I slept. But I couldn’t
sleep. I had too many thoughts of Toni running through my brain. After
fighting them for an hour I got back up, put on a robe and headed back to
my PC.
This time I wasn’t scared and I logged onto Fet Life. Toni had included her
screen name so I was able to search for her. She wasn’t k**ding when she
said she had a secret online life. She must have had 100 friends and at
least that many explicit photos. These were way racier than on her Tumblr,
but since she wasn’t using her real name I guess it was safer. I started to
look at the groups she belonged to and the first few didn’t surprise
me. Exhibitionist was the first. I kind of went ‘well duh’ when I read
that. But there were others like Daddy/Daughter, Collars & Leashes and
Dommes & Female Subs, which surprised me.
I tried to check out these groups but found I needed to register before I
could look much further around. I wasn’t about to use my real information
so Leslie in Carson City was born. I did answer the rest of the
registration questions truthfully including what I thought my fetishes
might be and that I was looking for friends. This apparently large group of
people who thought like Toni intrigued me. There were hundreds of members
that listed Las Vegas as their home. I never knew they even existed.
I ended up spending the rest of the night exploring this culture online. I
clicked on the profiles of many of Toni’s friends figuring that was a good
place to start as well as checking out the groups she had joined. I ended
up joining most of them. From time to time I started to feel excited by
what I was reading about and so I would jump over to the story site and
read some nasty story and get myself off. I was tempted to send a message
to some of Tori’s friends but I chickened out. It did post a few messages
in her groups hoping to find my own friends, but nobody messaged me off. By
the time I finally went to bed the sun was rising and my pussy was sore
from four sessions with my fingers and vibe. I was sound asleep when the
phone rang at 9am. I groggily picked it up. I was glad I did. At first I
was mad. Of all the days for a realtor to want to show the house, this
morning was the worst. I hastily got dressed, as they wanted to come at
10. Then I realized I had left my vibe on my desk next to the
computer. That would have been embarrassing to say the least. I hid it back
in my night table and took myself to breakfast.
After breakfast I went to the gym. Toni was there as usual and we rode
bikes next to each other. I couldn’t help myself. I pictured her getting
excited rubbing against the bicycle seat. Knowing what I now knew about
her, my own pussy started getting juicy as I imagined her doing some of the
things she confessed to enjoying in her profile. My visions were abstract
but I could see her being bent over and spanked. Or tied to the bed with
one guy fucking her and one guy forcing his cock into her mouth. Then I
remembered some of her groups her focused on lesbian or bisexual sex. This
brought her to a new light in my mind. I’d never had sex with a woman
before, but Toni was so sexual in my mind right then I probably would have
accepted any advance she made.
But as aroused as I was becoming, and as lurid as my thoughts were, our
conversation was typical gym talk. Nothing unusual and nothing about the
websites she had sent me. I didn’t know if she had forgotten emailing me
her list or if she was waiting for me to bring it up. If it was the latter,
she would have to wait a while as I was definitely not ready to admit I’d
been digitally spying on her. By the time we finished our workout my pussy
was on fire. I made a weak excuse that I had to get home and clean for the
realtor instead of showering with her and accepting her lunch offer. The
truth was I needed to get my fingers on my clit as soon as possible. At
first that meant sitting in my car in the parking lot, but there were way
to many people walking around for me to enjoy myself. Luckily there is a
park not to far from the gym and around noon there was enough privacy for
me to masturbate in my car safely. I was definitely starting to feel a bit
out of control. I’d never masturbated in public (well semi-public) before
but my pussy had a mind of its own and was demanding attention. I’d also
never stayed up all night playing with myself. I needed to get to Laughlin
this weekend and attack my hubby. I needed some cock.
That night I once again found myself with sleep eluding me and once again
found myself searching FetLife for masturbation inspiration. A couple of
people had found my profile so I spent the first half hour sending
carefully worded responses to them. Then I click on Toni’s profile again to
see if she had been online. There were two new pictures on her page. One
was taken at the gym. It was a selfie of her riding the bike. It was a
close up of her crotch and showed a big wet spot on the front of her
shorts. I tried to think back to remember if those were the shorts she was
wearing today. I didn’t remember her taking any pictures, but I had quit
about five minutes before she did so she could have taken it them. What had
she been thinking about’ I wondered if she had been thinking about me.
The second picture was out on Freemont Street. Toni was dressed in a short
leather skirt, stockings and high heels. Up top she had on a leather
jacket, which matched the skirt. Had she not been holding it open exposing
to the world that she had on no blouse or bra on underneath I wouldn’t have
believed it. Someone else had obviously taken that picture. The
photographer was standing some distance away and the lens was wide enough
to get the lights of the Freemont Street Experience in the background. Toni
was in the middle of the shot and the surprised expressions of several
people could be seen as the walked next to her. If I saw her at the gym
tomorrow I was going to have to ask her about that one. I also made a
mental note to casually look for another wet spot on her shorts.
Alas she was not at the gym when I went the next morning and in the
afternoon I drove down to Laughlin for the weekend. I made sure hubby
understood my need for him to make time in his schedule to fuck me more
than once that weekend. He told me things were working out and suggested
trying to rent the house instead of selling it so I could move down sooner.
I told him I wasn’t ready to be a long distance landlord and that I had not
given up on selling. I couldn’t tell him the real reason was I was playing
this new mind game where the thought of exposing myself in public and
having sex with other women was keeping me up nights and making me orgasm
like never before.
I drove back to Vegas late Sunday night and went straight to the
computer. I was sitting at the desk, naked with a very wet pussy, when I
finally had enough courage to post a picture of myself. Not my face, mind
you, but a nice stiff nipple picture of my breasts and a second one with a
finger in my pussy. It was so exciting to anonymously share myself with the
world in that fashion. Almost immediately I started receiving messages from
horny guys. I dismissed most of them out of hand. Then I got a message from
one of Toni’s friends from a group called Vegas Kinksters. I had looked at
Mistress Jacqui’s, as she called herself, profile when I was cyber-stalking
Toni. I admit she had intrigued me. She had many pictures posted but none
of herself, as far as I could tell. They all seemed to be of her
friends. Toni’s new picture was there and the other poses were similar in
nature. Women in revealing poses or dressed in some sexy outfit apparently
taking pictures for their mistress. I wasn’t sure what to say to her so I
just replied, ‘Hi.’
She replied quickly and started asking me rather personal questions very
quickly. I wondered if she had talked to Toni and knew my profile was lying
about my name and location or whether she had just found me from Toni’s
page or from one of my posts. As intrusive as her questions were, I found
myself drawn to her and I answered her inquires truthfully. When she
suggested we switch to Yahoo Messenger, I couldn’t think of an excuse not
to, so I told her I would have to create a profile as I didn’t normally use
Yahoo for chat. (That was a lie of course. Toni and I chatted several times
but I didn’t have an account for my secret persona.) Jacqui replied that I
should drop the charade and login as myself. She said there was a friend
request waiting. I guess she had talked to Toni about me.
About a minute later we were chatting. It was obvious Toni had told her
many things about me, but she would not have known of my new feelings as I
had never expressed those to Toni. After a few minutes of chatting Jacqui
suggested a Yahoo voice call. I’d never done that. She asked if I had a
microphone and I told her I didn’t think so. Then she asked if I had a
webcam. I told her our PC did have one of those. My husband used it for
video meetings. She typed that most webcam have a built in microphone so I
should hang on. Moments later my PC started beeping that I had an incoming
call. I was a bit scared, but I clicked accept.
Although I had never seen her, I had a picture in my mind what she looked
like. I still could only imagine what her features were like, but as to her
voice, it was husky and like velvet. She definitely had an exotic accent,
kind of an Eastern European superspy vibe to it. Once I heard her voice,
the picture in my mind instantly switched to a dark haired beauty. No
wonder Toni was sending her explicit pictures. She must be gorgeous. I’m
sure my nervousness came through immediately on our call. She told me it
was cute. That was sort of demeaning, but I didn’t mind. Her manner had me
anxiously waiting for her next word and needless to say my pussy was
dripping in anticipation. ‘When we are done talking I was so going to fuck
myself,’ I thought.
Jacqui’s conversational skills were much like her chat skills. I was
revealing very intimate details about my desires, my fantasies and
myself. Her voice was dripping with lust. I was getting turned on revealing
such intimate details to a stranger, although I felt like I had known her
for years. Then I heard a soft moan come through my computer
speakers. Could it be she was masturbating while listening to me’ I had to
know. So I asked. ‘Are you masturbating’’
Truthfully I wanted to do that myself, but I would have been mortified if
she caught me doing it. She apparently didn’t share my embarrassment. ‘Yes
I am,’ she replied huskily. ‘Your voice is so sexy and the picture of your
tits is beautiful. They are so perfect. Who did them’ <another moan>‘
I was shocked. Even in this town, where fake breasts are everywhere, I had
not had the experience of openly talking about them, let alone having them
be a source of arousal for another woman. I was silent for a few
moments. Then she chimed in again. ‘Heather, don’t hold back. Tell me about
them. Are they firm or do they have some bounce’ Are your nipples
sensitive’ <moan> Do you like them sucked’ Is your pussy wet’’
I was started to lose myself in the moment much like I had reading the
stories for the first time. Only now it was much more intimate with this
strange woman trying to get off on my pictures and my voice. I wasn’t sure
what to do. We were in new territory for me.
‘I just know your pussy is wet,’ she continued. ‘Toni told me how excited
you get riding the bike. How pointy do your nipples get. I can just picture
them. I want to suck them. Are your tits big enough to lick your own
nipples’ I can do that. It’s wonderful. I love to lick them while one of my
horny slaves eats my pussy.’
I’m sure she knew the effect she was having on me and I’m sure her game was
more about getting herself off instead of driving me crazy. But I needed my
own relief. With a loud sigh I began to finger myself.
‘That’s it baby,’ she cooed. ‘Make yourself cum for mama.’
I wasn’t saying anything. My eyes were closed and my fingers were busy.
‘Heather,’ she said with a pleading voice. ‘I’m almost there. Turn on your
webcam so I can see you.’
I probably should have know that request was coming when she asked if I had
one, but was not ready to show myself off and I told her so. She pleaded
with me and it was a struggle to resist her.
‘Please just show me your tits then. Zoom in on them. I just want to watch
you play with your nipples.’
Still I held back but it was tough. I’d already shown my nipples online so
she probably figured if I would do that she could talk me into showing
more. She was probably right. I was getting close to cumming myself and I
considered it, but I really wasn’t sure how to turn on the camera so I
guess technology was contributing to my playing hard to get. Apparently it
was working though as this mistress, who I figured was probably pretty
tough, wasn’t getting what she wanted and apparently although she was
turned on, she couldn’t quite get off. I felt a surge of power through my
body that I was in charge. It turns out, that was short lived.
Mistress Jacqui said, ‘Well if you will not show me, I’m going to show
you.’ Moments later a button that said ‘view camera’ popped up on my
screen. I felt a wave of lust surge through my body and I clicked on
it. She was broadcasting apparently the same angle she had said would be
acceptable for me. I couldn’t see her head, although I could tell she had
long red hair as a few strands had found their way forward over her
shoulders. What she was broadcasting was the largest pair of breasts I’d
ever seen live. They were monsters. She looked thin so they must have been
fake. But they were spectacular. Then the camera panned down and showed me
her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip, but otherwise she was
bare and I could see evidence of juice on her thighs. There was also a big
wet spot on the chair.
‘I’ve been playing with my a couple of my slaves for about two hours,
baby,’ she confided in me. ‘I’ve cum three times including one squirter,’
she admitted. ‘But since I’ve started talking to you, I need to cum
again. You just watch. Knowing you are playing with yourself while you
watch me will make me cum.’
The camera zoomed back out a bit. I could now see her breasts and almost
down to her pussy. I could see her arm moving as she frigged herself. She
wasn’t asking questions any more. She was describing what she was doing and
how good it would feel if I was doing it to her. I could see her pinching
her nipples and then hoisting her massive jugs up out of frame where I
assume she was sucking her own nipples. I tried to do the same, but I
couldn’t quite reach. The tip of my tongue just barely grazed by stiff
nipple, but not quite enough to get any real pleasure.
‘Oh you sweet slut,’ she called out. ‘I love having my nipples sucked. Toni
cancelled on my tonight. She is supposed to be here to take care of me. I
love to lay back and have her worship my tits and then pleasure my pussy
for hours. Will you come over’’
Never before had I heard such lust in a person’s voice. Yes the offer was
tempting, but no I didn’t take it. Jacqui kept trying though. I think it
was just her way of helping herself get off. I doubt she really expected me
to rush out at that hour and go to her. Or maybe she did. She kept
describing how great she felt and how her body was built for sex. I kept
watching her and masturbating. I could have cum. I was close, but I was
scared to let her hear me. She did not have that same fear as when she did
cum she was loud. She screamed in pleasure and her breasts shook wildly. I
felt the first pangs of orgasm as I watched her consumed by her own
climax. I wanted to get off the call so I could finish myself in
private. How long was she going to orgasm’ It went on and on. I was
struggling to hold back from my own shameless orgasm, although why I was
thinking like that I don’t know. Finally she came back to reality. But
instead of thanking me for helping, she asked if I enjoyed the show. Then
she asked if I had cum. I probably should have just said yes so I could
hang up, but I admitted I didn’t and that I was scared to do so with her on
the phone.
‘Nonsense,’ she replied. ‘How big is your husband’s cock’’ she asked very
directly. I was back under her spell and I told her. ‘Do you have a dildo
or vibe that size’’ she asked next. Again I replied, ‘Yes.’
‘Then go and get it,’ she told me. ‘I’m sure I have one that size around
here somewhere. Be back in a minute.’
I watched as she got up and walked off camera. Her ass was as perfect as
her breasts. I sat in silence in front of my computer continuing to strum
my pussy. I didn’t go get my vibe. I figured since she couldn’t see me I
could fake it. When she returned she had a dildo that was a pretty good
replica of my husband’s cock, although hers was a bit thicker. She asked if
I had mine ready. I lied and said I did.
‘OK,’ she began. ‘Now imagine we are taking turns sucking his cock.’
On screen I could see her start to nibble the tip of her dildo before she
began to lick the head.
‘Does he like you to just tease him or does he prefer to have to deep
throat him’’ she asked before demonstrating both techniques. When I didn’t
answer right away she said, ‘Come on girl. Give me something. How do you
suck his cock’’
I stammered that he likes me to take him all the way into my mouth and that
he likes me to run my tongue up and down his shaft. Mistress Jacqui
demonstrated on her dildo. ‘Like this’’ she asked and I agreed with
her. ‘Umm,’ she moaned onto the phallus before pulling it out, ‘I wish I
had a real dick to suck right now. I should call one of my boytoys. Are you
sucking your dildo’’ I lied again and said I was. ‘Fuck yourself like I’m
going to,’ she commanded.
I watched on the screen as she slid the dildo down between her breasts and
then out of view. I could tell her moment of penetration from the look on
her face. I could also tell from her arm movement that she was going to
town on herself. ‘Come on girl, let me hear you,’ she said. ‘I want to hear
you cum so I can cum again.’
I still wasn’t too sure of this whole situation, but I’d faked my own
pleasure plenty of times with my husband so I figured I would do the
same. I knew once I was in bed there would be no faking, as I would
pleasure myself in much the same way she was doing. I just wasn’t prepared
to do it live for her. I don’t know if I did a good job pretending to fuck
myself and putting on an exaggerated audio show, but she seemed to like
it. Either that or she just liked broadcasting her masturbation sessions to
strangers. Maybe she was just lucky and could have multiple orgasms in
quick succession. No matter what the cause she squealed in delight after
just a few additional minutes. I still had not seen her face, but I was
mesmerized by the jiggle of her tits when her body quaked in orgasm. After
I had my fake climax and she had calmed down from hers I was prepared to
log off. I said goodnight, somewhat impatiently as I wanted to get my own
freak on. She closed our conversation telling me, ‘Next time no
faking. Have a dildo at least as big as your husband and learn to turn your
webcam on. I’ll be in touch.’ And with that she logged out of Messenger.
I sat there stunned for a minute. How did she know just from listening to
me that I was faking’ And she just assumed there would be a next time. How
arrogant. I shut down my computer and hurried to the bedroom. I didn’t need
any foreplay. I just needed my vibe. I lay down on the bed and got to it. I
knew I would climax quickly. Usually I don’t cum a second time without
having a while to build up again after the first climax, but the way I was
feeling perhaps tonight was different. I started by imagining my husband
going down on me as I placed the vibe hard against my clit. ‘Ohhh,’ I
moaned as the strong vibrations buzzed my body. As I figured the first
pangs of orgasm began to build almost immediately. I threw my head back in
pleasure. But then I had a different vision. Instead of my husband moving
up my body to impale me with his cock, I saw Mistress Jacqui. Or more
precisely I saw Mistress Jacqui’s boobs. In my masturbatory fantasy my legs
her spread and she was between them. I was still holding the vibe, but her
left thigh was pressed against it forcing it hard against my clit. She was
lying on top of me and cradling my head into her massive breasts.
‘That’s right baby,’ she cooed. ‘Suckle mama’s nipples while you ride the
vibe.’
She was forcing me to masturbate and worship her nipples. And I loved it. I
held the vibe tight on my clit as if it were being held by an unseen
source. I tried to lift my own breasts again to my mouth but I couldn’t
quite make it. In my mind however I was being smothered and my only way out
was to pleasure her. I took my index finger on my left hand and began
sucking on it imagining it was her nipple. It was firm against my
tongue. As I sealed my lips around my finger I could have sworn I heard her
moan. Then I came. But my fantasy mistress wasn’t satisfied. ‘Keep sucking,
slave girl,’ she said with an authoritarian tone. ‘You’re learning fast and
I want to watch you cum again.’
Now she started moving her hips causing the vibe to dance side to
side. Unlike my previous experiences, my orgasmic high never really
subsided. My body held itself at a peak level of excitement and within two
minutes I was climaxing again. Then my fantasy lover commanded me to flip
over and push the vibe into my steaming pussy. I rolled over onto my hands
and knees and reached between with the vibe. Now my virtual mistress was
sitting in front of me. I still hadn’t seen her face. Her vision of sexual
prowess was still just a magnificent pair of breasts but know I saw her
pussy and thighs as well. At first she just held my head against her
chest. I didn’t have to nurse her this time. On her command I began fucking
myself. She praised me for being a ‘good girl’ and asked if I wanted to
make her ‘very happy.’
I knew what she wanted and even though I had never done it in my life, I
slid my head down between her legs. Later that morning when I woke up and
had a perfect memory of everything that happened the night before. I could
remember ever word of our conversation and how I came three times on my
bed. My most striking memory, however, was the fact that my last orgasm
occurred when I went down on a ghost. I mean, I know she wasn’t there. I’d
hung up our online call. But I could swear she was sitting in front of me
guiding my actions. She told me what to do, I did it and I was rewarded
with three of the best orgasms I’d ever had. If you had asked me I would
have told you I could still taste her juices on my tongue. It was a weird
experience to say the least, but also very powerful.
Later that morning I met up with Toni at the gym. This time I wasn’t scared
to talk to her about her friend. I wanted to know everything. Toni didn’t
seem to be hiding any information, but she didn’t seem to know much
either. She admitted she had never met Mistress Jacqui and had never even
seen her or talked to her. When I told her I had done both the night before
she was obviously jealous. I told her about watching Jacqui’s webcam but I
didn’t tell her about my virtual session in the bed afterwards. Toni told
me Jacqui liked to have her get dressed up in some revealing outfit and
walk around the strip or Freemont street showing off. I asked her about the
picture of her flashing her breasts and she blushed. ‘You saw that’’ she
asked. ‘Well, yeah,’ I replied. ‘It’s on your profile.’
‘I guess it is,’ she said almost defeated. ‘Jacqui ordered me to do that.’
I decided not to press the issue of her following Jacqui’s commands. With
my limited experience with her I’m sure she could be very persuasive in
getting someone to do whatever she wanted. ‘Who took the picture’’ I
asked. ‘It obviously wasn’t you.’
‘Yeah, that was the worst part,’ she admitted. ‘You didn’t see the other
one. I have not had the courage to post it. She sent me down there in that
short skirt, stocking and heels plus the coat you saw me open to flash my
boobs. My instruction was to find a tourist couple to snap the picture. She
also said if they invited me back to their hotel to go with them and do
whatever they wanted. I struggled to find a couple I wouldn’t mind fucking
if it came to that, but mostly I was looking for a strong woman with a
nerdy guy so she would tell him I wasn’t going with them. But everyone out
that night looked like townies or couples where the guy was more in
charge. Finally I found a young Asian couple. They didn’t seem to speak
much English. I held out my camera and pointed at the lights and then at me
and he seemed to understand I wanted him to take my picture. I know it is a
stereotype but he seemed very happy to be asked and his girlfriend didn’t
seem to mind. I took my position and he snapped a quick picture. He started
walking back toward me with his hand outstretched to give me the camera
back but I held up my hand and raised a finger. Then I took a slightly more
provocative pose. He seemed to understand.’
‘Seriously’’ I asked. ‘You had a stranger take that picture.’
‘That picture and a few more,’ she admitted. ‘I only posted the one because
that is what Mistress Jacqui ordered. When he got back in position and
aimed the camera I took and quick look around and then I flashed him. I
could see the astonishment on his face and he started snapping picture
after picture. I kind of expected his girlfriend to walk up and hit him,
but she just stood there. It seemed like I was exposed for an eternity, but
it was probably only 20 seconds. I pulled my jacket shut and looked around
again. I knew some people had seen what I just did, but I was so turned on
I didn’t really care. I was fully prepared to go back to their hotel room
if they asked. But they didn’t. But he wasn’t quite done yet either. He
handed my camera to his girlfriend and walked toward me. By now there was a
small crowd watching for what the ‘crazy woman’ would do next. I took a
step toward him but he reached out and put both hands on my shoulders. He
spun me around and then put his foot between my legs. He didn’t say
anything but I felt him move his foot back and forth when I interpreted to
mean to spread my legs. I moved them out about 18 inches. Then I felt him
pushing on my back. ‘Down,’ was all he said.
Since I had just spread my legs I assumed he meant to bend over not to get
onto the ground. As I started to bow I felt him flip my skirt up exposing
my ass. As I wasn’t wearing panties my pussy was soon visible to the camera
lens as well. He backed off and I assume went back to get the camera from
his girlfriend. I saw the flash as he took another series of pictures. My
pussy was drooling at being exposed in front of this crowd. I would have
gladly gone back to their hotel at that moment. He obviously had a kinky
streak in him and since his woman wasn’t stopping him she must have had one
too. Then I heard a deep masculine voice say, ‘wait.’
I held my position as man approached me. Looking up I could he was
rugged. He didn’t speak to me. He just stood by my side facing the
camera. I felt him spread my cheeks and then easily slid two fingers into
my steaming pussy. ‘Bitch is soaking’, he announced to nobody in
particular. I moaned. I gave me a few good pumps with his fingers while the
camera clicked. Besides my camera I could tell other were immortalizing me
on their cell phones. ‘Want to come back to my hotel,’ the guy hissed as he
continued to finger fuck me. Of course I said yes. Even if Mistress Jacqui
had not commanded me to acquiesce I could no more resist him than stop
breathing. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed them against
my asshole. ‘I’m here with a friend. We’re both going to do you, OK’’ I
could tell he was implying my pussy wouldn’t be the only thing penetrated
and that he probably meant they wanted to DP me, but that was fine. ‘Let’s
go,’ I told him. And just like that I was headed to the Golden Nugget with
two hunks. Of course they took other pictures of me that night. You can
imagine what they look like.’
I stood there a bit dumbstruck. I knew Toni was a sexual woman, but to go
back to the hotel room of two strangers seemed very reckless. Yet she was
telling me the story as if it was the most natural thing in the world. One
thing for sure my pussy had soaked the front of my panties and I was sure
there would be a wet spot on my shorts. Toni was the first to look down
having posted a similar picture of herself. I shouldn’t have been surprised
when she snapped a camera shot of my tight shorts showing my
excitement. ‘I’ll email it to you and you can post it. We can be FetLife
sisters.’ I was less worried about the wet spot than by what Mistress
Jacqui would require of me if she wanted to do that task again.
Back home I logged into all the websites I had been frequenting hoping to
get a message from Mistress Jacqui. Late in the afternoon I saw her log in,
but she didn’t contact me. At least not right away. I felt like a high
school girl waiting for the phone to ring as I sat by the computer hoping
to get a message or better yet a voice call. But nothing happened. It was
maddening. I started doing some things around the house, but I always found
myself back at the PC about every 10 minutes checking on her. She must have
been talking with somebody else. Maybe it was one of her boy toys. I could
use one of them myself right now. I’d originally started chatting on line
as a release to keep me from cheating on my husband. But now I was so horny
I would have fucked the UPS guy if he appeared on my doorstep. Finally at
9pm a message appeared. It wasn’t a voice call, but it was a start. As I’d
come to expect, she was direct and to the point.
‘Good evening slut. Do you have your dildo’’
After reading it I ran to the bedroom and grabbed it. Then I replied, ‘Yes
I do.’
‘Good,’ she replied. ‘I can’t play with you tonight. But I want you to find
something to tie your arms behind your back. Make it so it’s easy for you
to release yourself since it is your first time. I want you to sleep naked
with your arms behind your back. sleep on your stomach. Put the dildo in
your mouth and fall asleep sucking it. I will call you tomorrow at
9am. Still be naked and have the dildo.’
I was reading the instructions and thinking of how to safely secure my
arms. Then she added, ‘One last thing. No orgasms tonight. You may rub that
pretty little pussy if you want on a pillow or the corner of your bed, but
no climax. Talk to you tomorrow.’ And with that she was gone and I was
scrambling for some rope.

I ended up using two of my husband’s neckties to secure my wrists. I was
able to tie two slipknots holding them together and then pull them
semi-tight. I knew I could get free easily if I needed too, but the
sensation of being trapped was wonderful. I didn’t rub my pussy against
anything and I followed her instructions to sleep naked and with the dildo
in my mouth. Since I didn’t have the use of my arms I had to sleep above my
covers. This made me feel very exposed, but also very excited. I fell
asleep remarkably quickly and sleep surprisingly well. Of course I had
wild, sexy dreams of Jacqui and what she would be doing to me if I were
tied more securely and unable to resist her. When I woke the dildo was next
to my head. Obviously I spit it out during the night. I hoped that wouldn’t
be a problem. I enjoyed completing her little task for me. I hoped she had
something more for me today. Then I remembered she was going to call me at
9am. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I just headed to the computer to
check my messages and to wait for her. It was 8am when I sat down so I
busied myself (OK, I read stories and masturbated) until I saw her log onto
Yahoo.
Our chat was brief and to the point. She had me describe how my evening
went. Although I had been playing with myself for the better part of an
hour I had not cum yet. Was I subconsciously waiting to talk to her before
I climaxed’ I’d been wet while reading and strumming my clit, but I wasn’t
really excited. Now that I heard her voice, I felt the familiar pangs of
arousal that leads to my climaxes. Could her voice be my new trigger’
I told her my story, confessed that I had spit out the dildo (she said she
could prevent that but didn’t give me any details) and confessed that I had
been reading erotica and masturbating while waiting for her to call. She
responded by turning on her webcam again. Of course I clicked the view
button. She wasn’t naked this time. This time she was wearing panties. Her
breasts were as amazing and delectable looking as I remembered. Her panties
were a young girl looking polka-dot pattern. I started to wonder her
age. Since I had not seen her face I assumed she was at least in her 30s if
not older than me. But someone my age would never wear panties like
that. She zoomed in her webcam and focused on her panties. There was a big
wet spot over her pussy. Then she moved what I would later learn in a
Hitachi Wand over the wet spot.
‘Do you like my panties,’ she cooed. I assumed she meant did I like seeing
her arousal. ‘Yes, I do,’ I responded unsure of exactly what she was
asking.
‘I had a boy toy over last night,’ she told me. He put three loads in my
pussy before I sent him home. I was wearing these panties. I had him just
pull the elastic over and stick me with his cock. His cum dripped out of my
pussy and into the panties. This morning I’ve cum three times already into
them. What do you think about that’’
My head was spinning at the thought of her being fucked so well. I could
hear the Hitachi buzzing away on her pussy, no doubt still sticky with his
cum and leaking her juices into the crotch of the panty. I could hear the
sound of moisture on the head of the Hitachi. It was making my head swim. I
didn’t answer her question. I imagine she thought I was jealous and I
probably was a bit. Then she asked if I wanted to watch her cum again. Of
course I answered yes. Then my phone rang. I had to excuse myself and mute
the computer. It was my fucking real estate agent. I had not heard from her
in a week and she calls now’
‘Of course you can show the house in an hour I told her. Be gone until
noon. No problem, I’ll go to the gym. Yes the house is tidy. I just have to
make the bed.’ Great, I thought. Thanks for interrupting me.
I quickly unmuted the PC sound but I’d missed it. Jacqui had turned off the
Hitachi, but just starting to breath normal and the webcam showed a larger
wet patch on her panties. I’d missed her climax. Damn. Jacqui was giggling
that she should wear her panties to work and how the guys in the office
would go crazy if she didn’t shower because she ‘reeked of sex.’ I could
almost smell her. I certainly dreamed of smelling her. She asked if I would
like another task for tonight. I thought about it for about 5 seconds and
said yes. She said she would think of something and let me know. I told her
I had to run and hung up.
I quickly got dressed and tidied up the house. It didn't take long as I was
only wearing my workout clothes. Then I headed to the gym. Toni was not
there so I was left to ride the bike solo. That left my mind free to wander
and think about Jacqui and her polka-dot cum filled panties. I wondered
what kind of task Jacqui would have for me. I knew I’d probably have to
turn on my webcam soon. Certainly she wouldn’t put up with my bullshit much
longer. I decided showing my boobs and panties like she had would be
acceptable. Certainly I couldn’t be identified without showing my
face. Yes, I would do that much for her. But no more.
The exercise bicycle did its job. I built up a sweat, got a workout and
teased the hell out of my pussy. It was time to go home and take care of
myself. It was just after noon so I called my realtor’s cell and she said
the showing agent had finished. She said she expected to get a report later
today how the showing went. I thanked her and hung up. That was great
news. I wasn’t too worried about the showing. It would be nice if it went
well and we got an offer, but right then all I cared about was getting
inside, ripping my workout clothes off, grabbing my vibrator and fucking
myself until I came over and over. Then I could shower and worry about what
Jacqui had planned for me tonight.
I parked in the garage and shut the overhead door. I was stripping out of
my clothes even before I was in the house. I was naked by the time I reach
my bedroom. I flopped onto the bed and reached over to the nightstand to
grab my vibrator. When I slid the drawer open I stopped dead. My vibrator
was there, but it wasn’t hiding under a magazine like I normally left it
when the house was going to be shown. The magazine was gone. As bad as that
thought was, it turns out it wasn’t a stranger who moved it. Well it was a
stranger in that I had never met her. My vibrator was nestled into a
polka-dot pair of panties. And unless I missed my guess, they hadn’t been
washed since the last time I saw them.
Alas they were cool to the touch having been there probably at least 45
minutes to an hour. But they definitely were still damp. There was also an
envelope under the panties. It was labeled ‘open later’ in a very fine
penmanship. My pussy was still on fire but I had to see if Jacqui sent me
any messages before I relieved myself. As luck (or her plan) would have it,
she was online when I logged in. She didn’t voice call me. She just typed
the following message.
‘You have a nice house. I would have liked to use your vibe but I couldn’t
be away from the agent that long. Boy toy saw your wedding picture on the
wall. Thinks you are cute. Wants to fuck you. I might let him if he is
good. For now, take my gift for you. Get on your bed on your hands and
knees again. Use your vibe. Fuck yourself if you want. But press my panties
against your nose. Before you cum lick them clean. Boy toy wants you to
know what he tastes like. Don’t open the envelope. I’ll talk to you after 5
about that.’
Then she logged off without allowing me to ask any questions. That was OK,
though. I didn’t have any questions. What I did have was a command to fuck
myself again. And fuck myself I did. To three quick orgasms. Her scent was
heavenly and his taste was, well nasty as I had always found men’s cum, but
because she had commanded it, I did it. I did it and it turned me on to be
following her instructions. Then I passed out.
It was 4pm when I woke up. For a moment I wondered why I had a pair of
panties over my head. Then I remembered. A warm feeling spread over my
body. Realizing I still needed a shower I hurriedly took one and washed the
morning and afternoon of sex off my body. I had a feeling I’d need another
shower later. I wanted to be sure to be online by 4:30 in case she was
early. I was curious about the envelope. It was large and soft. I deduced
that it contained some clothes. It must be something she wanted me to
wear. She probably correctly deduced that I would turn on my webcam if she
commanded it and this was probably some costume she wanted me to wear to
get her off. As long as I got off too that was OK with me. I didn’t bother
getting dressed yet. I sat at the keyboard naked waiting for her. She
didn’t log on at 5. After 15 minutes of waiting I started chatting with
someone else from FetLife. By 6 that conversation was over. He seemed nice
but just didn’t do it for me. He had not even made my pussy wet. Over the
next 2 hours I chatted with three other guys and one other woman. The woman
was better. The guys were pretty worthless. But I wanted my Mistress
Jacqui. I wanted her to tell me what to do to get myself off. Finally at
8:45 she logged on. I was furious that she was so late. But I said nothing.
Again we just chatted instead of doing a voice call. She said she wanted to
see me wear the clothes in the envelope. I told her I waited and didn’t
open it. She said no problem. She told me to turn on my webcam so she could
watch me get dressed. I told her no to the webcam. I know I said earlier
that I figured I would give in and turn it on, but that was before she
pissed me off by making me wait. She told me to get the envelope and that
she would send me instructions in email. Then she logged off.
What the fuck’ Her games were confusing to me. She wants to see me, she
doesn’t want to see me. I figured I’d better see what she left me in the
envelope. I went and retrieved it and then brought it back to my den. There
was no email from her. I opened the envelope. There were two items. A
sheer, almost translucent white silk blouse and a black skirt. It was a
very light weight material. Holding it up I could see it came to about
three inches above my knee. It was not an obscene length. I was almost
surprised how much it would cover. I was still holding the skirt when an
email from her arrived. As usual it was bold and direct.
‘Put on the blouse and skirt. Wear nothing else. No bra, no panties and no
stockings or pantyhose. Pick out a black pump with at least a 3-inch
heel. If you don’t have the right shoes, go buy a pair.’
Well I did have a few pairs that fit that description. On thing about being
an arm candy wife you always wear heels that you can always wear black. But
what were her plans’ She had already been in my house. Was she going to
come back tonight’ Or was I going to go out like Toni had and expose
myself. Since I had been given a blouse I didn’t think that was the case
because Toni just had skirt and a jacket. I decided not to worry about
it. I just got dressed and waited. Waiting was getting to be a habit. A
habit that I didn’t like. But what else could I do. My pussy was telling me
to play her game and my pussy always won. Looking at myself in the mirror
my nipples were clearly on display. They were hard, of course, and I
doubted they would be softening any time soon. The silk hugged the swell of
my breasts like it had been tailored and the skirt framed my ass very
nicely. Although I was showing very little skin (she had not specified how
many buttons should be open on the blouse) the overall look was highly
sexual. It was obvious I was not wearing a bra. Looking at the smooth line
of the skirt across my ass it was just as obvious I was either wearing a
g-string or no underwear at all. I looked good, I admit. I’d dress in
similar clothes for my husband, but always with lingerie underneath. I’d
always felt sexy while wearing something lacy and seductive under my
clothes. But my leaking pussy told me going bare was even better. And the
fact that I was doing it for a stranger was even more thrilling.
Jacqui commanded me to go down to Freemont Street. I was to park at the
Plaza and walk two circuits of the Freemont Street Experience. When the
light show played I was to act like a tourist and stop and watch. I was to
keep my head tilted up at the screen. She also told me to keep my phone
with me as she would send me further instructions. I grabbed my purse and
jumped in my car.

For those who don’t know about the Freemont Street Experience, a while ago
Las Vegas converted Freemont Street (the original downtown gaming area)
into a pedestrian mall and installed a four block long canopy with an
amazing light show. People pour out of the casinos to watch the
shows. There are also people just wandering around carrying their drinks
and enjoying the town, concerts and of course, some of the seedy underbelly
Las Vegas is known for. It’s a place you can be with a huge crowd, but also
anonymous at the same time. There is also an overpriced strip club. I
wondered if my additional instructions would take me there.
I parked at the Plaza as I had been instructed. I took a quick spin through
the casino to get my ticket validated. I felt like everyone was watching me
as I walked through the joint. By breasts were swaying under the blouse
making my nipples rub against the smooth material. I could feel the heat
between my legs. My thighs were slick with moisture. I wanted to run into
the bathroom and get myself off, but I resisted my urges and walked out the
front door. From there it was a simple crossing of the street to my own
personal Freemont Street Experience.
The more I walked, the more excited I got. One of the best things to do in
Vegas is people watch. And in downtown you’ll see more colorful
characters. I kept a sharp eye out for Mistress Jacqui. I knew she would be
there somewhere watching me. Then the lights went out on the marquees of
the casinos. The show was starting. As instructed I froze in position and
looked up. A mob of people quickly formed around me. I was watching the
show but my body was tense. Would she sneak up to me’ If she did would she
touch me’ My mind started fantasizing about a stranger pulling me out of
the crowd and into an alley. My hands slowly slid from my side to the front
of the skirt and I gave myself a quick rub as the show ended. The mob began
to disperse. I spun in a 360 looking for any signs of her, but saw
nobody. I still had not seen her face, but I’m sure I would recognize her
breasts.
Oh well, time to continue my walk. The other end of the pedestrian mall
leads to a more run down area of town. I would not like to walk there
unescorted. I was glad to turn around and head back toward the Plaza. As I
was walking I heard my phone chirp that I had an email. It was from her and
was a simple message. ‘You look stunning.’
So she was here. But where was she’ I kept walking. I was almost back to
the Plaza, when the show started again. Immediately I took my position
staring like a star-struck tourist skyward. My senses were heightened
because I knew she was somewhere close. I took deep breaths trying to catch
her scent. I didn’t know what that scent was, but I was sure she would be
wearing expensive perfume. I’m not sure why I thought that, but it seemed
natural to assume she would be dressed up more formal than I was. The mob
was larger at this location and I felt several bodies pressed against
me. Not specifically touched me, but that did not hinder my budding fantasy
that she was there to claim me and whisk me away.
After that show I got another email. This one had a picture of me standing
there looking up. It was taken from the side so my breast profile was
prominent. There was also text that instructed me to unbutton my blouse to
just past my nipples. ‘I want to see some of that luscious cleavage of
yours,’ she told me. I was then to walk up and down the street again. This
just became a challenge for me. The blouse was close-fitting enough,
especially after I made sure it was tucked into the skirt as snug as I
could make it, that my boobs should stay contained, although as much as
they swayed when I walked there was always the possibility for a wardrobe
malfunction. Looking at myself in the window of the Golden Nugget I
realized that from the side, like the angle of the picture she send me, I
was showing quite a bit of flesh. I pulled the blouse down again, but that
didn’t really help that much. My nipples were keeping the blouse half and
inch off my chest and at the right angle, that was enough to get a good
look.
Once I realized that, my walk took on both new urgency and excitement. I
walked more determinedly figuring if I was quick, nobody would notice. But
that also meant my boobs were moving around more. More movement, more
nipple teasing. More nipple teasing, the further out my blouse hung on my
chest. Then the show started again. I froze and looked up. But as I did, I
tried to sneak peaks for her with my peripheral vision. I was at the far
end of the experience and the crowd was the thinnest of my three views of
the show. There were still people milling around but they, like me, were
looking upward. Then I felt a body press against my back. This was not the
usual accidental bump. Or even an accidentally on purpose bump. This person
was pressing up against me on purpose. I took a deep breath and was about
to spin and confront the person when I felt their arms wrap around me and
lock around my stomach. I then felt hot breath against my neck. And then a
kiss on my neck that sent shivers through my body. The lips were
soft. Looking down the hands were obviously a woman. She whispered in my
ear, ‘Keep those eyes up.’
It was not Jacqui’s voice. Who was it’ I’m sure she could feel me
panic. She pulled me tighter and whispered again. ‘I’m a friend. Don’t
worry.’ I felt her hands slide upward toward my breasts. She gave them two
firm squeezes. ‘Very nice,’ she cooed. Then I could feel her pulling my
blouse open and felt the desert air on my nipples. ‘Stay like that until
after the show,’ was the last thing she said before disappearing into the
crowd.
I was mortified. My chest was totally exposed. But the humiliating thing
was how my pussy reacted to her touch, her kiss and her command. Instead of
fighting the need to cover up my breasts, I was fighting the desire to
finger fuck myself to an orgasm on the street. With every deep breath I
could feel my breasts swell into the night air. My juices were flooding my
pussy and my clit was pulsating for attention. I quickly reached the point
of no return and was about to slide my hand under my skirt when the lights
went off. That snapped me out of my fog of arousal and I quickly pulled my
blouse back together. I looked around. Nobody seemed to have been watching
me and needless to say, no mystery women were hanging around observing
me. Almost immediately my phone buzzed. This email said, ‘Don’t even think
of looking for a place to masturbate.’
Mistress Jacqui was reading my mind. I’d never had a lover so in tuned with
my wants and desires. And I didn’t even know who she was.
A few minutes later two pictures arrived with a message that they were for
my FetLife profile. Both were shot from the front. One was of two hands
mauling my breasts. The woman’s head was behind me, though, so I didn’t
have a view of her. The second was of me standing on the street with my
chest exposed including both my hard nipples holding my blouse open. It was
humiliating and also a turn on. There were two people on the street playing
this game with me. I began walking back toward the Plaza again. I figured I
had one more view of the light show and the way things had been escalating
I was both scared and excited of what might be to come.
Once again I found myself near the strip club when the show started. I was
confident that place would play some roll in the next step so I wanted to
be close. But then the most amazing thing happened. Nothing. I watched the
show and nobody came up to me. I was expected at least a little harmless
exhibitionism or maybe some not so harmless exhibitionism, but there wasn’t
so much as a pat on the butt. I was disappointed. I looked around trying to
see if anybody was watching me. But there was nothing out of the
ordinary. I turned to walk back to my car. Then my phone buzzed. It was
another email.
‘I can see your look of displeasure. You have performed well tonight. I am
proud of you.’
There was another picture. Again a side shot only this time it could show a
lot more than the first time before I unbuttoned the blouse.
‘If you want to go home, that is fine. I’ll meet with you online and give
you the relieve you need. Or you can wait for the next show. But if you
stay, I want you to walk to the center of the Experience. Pull your blouse
out of that tight little skirt to give my friend easier access. When the
lights go out, unbutton the blouse all the way and spread your legs a foot
apart.’
She had not given me the instructions as a command. I had the choice to
obey her or go home. If I went home she promised to get me off. If I
stayed, she promised that a stranger would toy with me. I suppose the
instruction to spread my legs was a veiled promise to get me off, but I’d
be standing where the crowd was biggest. What if her friend couldn’t even
get to me’ What if we got caught’ What if she just teased me and didn’t let
me cum and then Jacqui didn’t get me off later’ That was probably my
biggest concern. I wish I could say it took me longer to decide what to do
than it took for me to just type this. Of course I walked halfway down the
street to the middle. Of course I pulled my blouse out of my skirt. And of
course I was prepared to pop the last three buttons when the lights went
out.
I could tell the show was about to start because the street was filling. I
was nervously looking around to see where my mystery lover came from. I
also wanted to see what she looked like. As I was looking around five
muscular guys, they looked like football players, wandered into my
area. Once of them looked me up and down. Then she smiled. He nodded to his
friends. I was scared. They were standing in front of me basically making a
human wall. Then just as the first marquee lights went off, they turned
their backs to me. It was an orchestrated move, obviously on
purpose. Suddenly I was staring at their muscular backs forming a
semicircle in front of me. Then I felt her press up against me. Once again
she put her arms around me and pulled me close.
‘Don’t worry. They are friends of mine. I wanted a little privacy for you,’
she told me. With that I felt her hand move down under my skirt. I’m sure
she wasn’t surprised to find I was wet and I certainly wasn’t surprised she
moved her hand so quickly or so intimately. What surprised me was she had a
bullet vibrator strapped to her finger. When she touched my clit I
swooned. Fortunately her other arm was still holding me.
‘Hang on baby. Don’t go limp,’ she told me as I struggled to regain my
balance. As I did her other hand was free to grab hold of my boob flesh
again, only this time from the inside of my blouse. This also gave her free
reign to work on my nipples. I was ready to cum within 15 seconds of her
touching me, but she would have none of that. She pulled the vibrator off
my clit.
‘Mistress did not give you permission to cum,’ she whispered to me. I
whimpered. ‘But she told me that if I could show her you were a real slut,
not just some wannabe housewife playing a game, but a real whore ready to
serve her, she gave me permission to allow you to orgasm if I choose.’
‘Anything,’ I begged her. ‘I’ll do anything to prove myself worthy.’
‘Reach under my skirt,’ she told me as her vibrating finger tapped my clit
again. My head was spinning in lust. I really would do anything for her
right then.
I did as she asked. Without turning or looking back I slid my hand up under
her skirt. I was expecting to find her sans panties like I was. I expected
her to spin me around down to my knees and have me eat her right there. I
wasn’t expecting to feel a strap-on under her skirt. I gasped.
‘That right whore,’ she hissed into my ear. ‘I’m going to fuck that
dripping pussy of yours and you’re going to rut that pretty little butt up
against my cock. And if you cum by the time the show is over, maybe
Mistress Jacqui will take you into her service. If not, I’m going to keep
fucking you with the lights on until you scream so loud everyone will here
you. So what’s it going to be’ Beg me to fuck you or go home to your safe
suburban life’’’
Again it took longer to type this than it did for me to make my
decision. ‘Please fuck me,’ I whimpered. Then with the guys turning back
around to watch, I grabbed hold of her fake dick and pulled it out
obscenely in front of her. I then lifted the back of my skirt with my other
hand. I didn’t bother waiting for her to aim it or push it home. I pushed
my ass up against her and aimed it myself. Thus I was impaled in the middle
of the Freemont Street Experience. She let me rock back and forth fucking
myself for about 15 seconds. It was completely debasing and totally
exhilarating. The she stood me up preventing me from being able thrust
myself back against her and grabbed both my breasts with her hands. She
then started to slowly slide her strap-on in and out of my steaming
pussy. All the guys were taking pictures with their phones.
‘I know you would cum if I let you plunge this cock in and out at your own
pace. I also know I could touch your clit again and you would explode. But
I’m going to do neither. Mistress will be very pleased by my report on your
behavior. She wants you to go home, strip naked and sit in front of your
computer with your webcam on, your feet on your desk, your legs spread and
your hands behind your head. She will long on when she is ready to watch
you get off for her. Hopefully someday she will let us play again and I can
give you the proper fucking you deserve. Now button up and remember no
touching yourself until she gives you permission.’
I felt empty when she pulled out. I didn’t turn around to watch her go. I
buttoned my blouse in the relative safety of the man wall in front of me,
although their leers were hardly comforting. The show was over shortly
thereafter. I looked around but nobody seemed wise to what happened. The
guys disbanded and melted into the crowd. They must have known I would have
done anything they asked, but I assume they had their own orders and
Mistress Jacqui didn’t want them touching me. I wondered if one of them was
the boytoy whose cum I had licked out of her panties. But they were gone
before I knew it and I was alone. I quickly started moving toward my
car. Once inside I couldn’t resist sliding two fingers into my pussy. I
needed to fill the empty void I felt since she had pulled the dildo out of
me and dropped my breasts. My breathing quickly became ragged and I
regained control just in time to stop before I went over the edge. It was
tough, but I wanted to save my climax for Mistress Jacqui. I knew she would
know if I had disobeyed her. And that was one thing I didn’t want to do. I
drove home as fast as I could.
Once home I followed her instructions and stripped. That didn’t take
long. Then I booted up my computer and sat down in my chair. I did a quick
test with my legs up to see how it felt. It felt obscene. I loved it. I
logged into Yahoo Messenger and started my webcam. A few of my chat buddies
were online and one by one they sent requests to see me camera. I allowed
it, but I told them I couldn’t chat as I was waiting for someone. I told
them they could watch but I wouldn’t respond to them. Not surprisingly they
didn’t have a problem with that. I focused the camera in the widest zoom,
spread my legs on the desk and put my hands behind my head. The fact that
other people were watching had my pussy churning even though I couldn’t
touch it. My voyeurs kept asking but I had to shake my head no each
time. Oh how I wanted to touch myself and finish what had started in the
street and then my car. But I had to wait.
15 minutes went by and then 30. One by one my chat buddies dropped off
until there was only one left. I wondered if he was chatting with someone
else or stroking himself while watching me. Then she logged in. It was a
challenge to click the mouse with my toe to accept her cam request. Hers
was not broadcasting. Her chat window said she was very proud of me and
that she received wonderful reports. She said she also liked the pictures,
although she admitted she didn’t send them all to me. She then told me to
look in my desk drawer. This was very curious. I wondered if she left me
another pair of panties. I wasn’t even upset that she had apparently been
in my house again. I opened the drawer with anticipation.
I found a beautiful glass dildo. I had a gentle curve and a thick bulbous
head. It also had a handle shaped like a sword. All the better to grip for
vigorous fucking I suppose. I pulled it out and held it up to the camera. I
mouthed the words, ‘Thank you,’ to my unseen mistress. She typed back,
‘Have fun, but no orgasm until I say so.’
I nodded yes. What fun would it be to be in control now’ I slid the dildo
into my smoldering pussy, the curve of the glass directing the bulging head
right over my g-spot. I opened my mouth in an O-shape to show her my
joy. Of course my reward wasn’t going to come that easy. I was begging for
permission to cum very quickly, but of course the permission to do so had
to be earned. She wanted to hear me beg. She wanted me to pledge to serve
her well as a slave girl. She made me promise to drop everything when she
called to rush over and pleasure her. Each time I ceded more control to her
my arousal level spiked. I begged she’d let me cum soon. And I begged she’d
tell me where she was so I could thank her and grovel at her feet before I
sucked her pussy dry. I even pleaded for her to give me to the girl who
toyed with my on Freemont Street so she could tease me before fucking me
senseless.
I was completely out of control, but when Mistress Jacqui finally gave me
the command to cum for her, my body exploded in a mind-numbing climax the
likes I’d never had before. A kaleidoscope of colors exploded in my brain
as my body released every drop of tension that had been building since my
husband had begun ignoring my needs. My other orgasms had just been
preludes or foreshocks to the one that consumed my body and soul. I
squirted for the first time, showering the camera and computer. I was
fighting for breath as I hyperventilated as my orgasm drained every bit of
energy from my body. I fell off the chair to the floor where I must have
passed out.
When I woke much later, the chat window was closed an email was waiting for
me. It contained a link to a Dropbox and a three-word command, ‘Post on
FetLife.’ I opened up the Dropbox and found all the pictures taken that
night. There were about 25. There was also a video. I was scared to look,
but I clicked on it. It was a recording of my performance on the webcam and
my confession that I was now her slave. Anybody watching would know it
wasn’t some game because there was no way I could have faked the massive
orgasm that occurred right after I pledged myself to Mistress Jacqui. If my
husband ever saw these, my marriage would be ruined. But if I didn’t post
them I knew Mistress Jacqui would never talk to me again. The choice was
easy.

Bad Wife - Good Slave Chapter 2 (Lesbian/Authoritarian)
Bad Wife, Good Sub Ð Chapter 2 By Tappy McWidestance
After posting the pictures and the video on FetLife I expected the worst,
but except for an influx of guys hitting on me, nothing happened. The next
week was boring compared to my excursion to Freemont Street. Jacqui and I
chatted, but except for my masturbating while she listened on the phone,
she didn't give me any new tasks. I saw Toni at the gym a couple of
times. Our bike riding took on new meaning as now we both had experienced
Mistress Jacqui's public domination, but despite my repeated attempts to
get more information out of her, Toni remained steadfast that if Jacqui had
not told me something, there must be a reason. The next weekend, against my
desires, I went to Laughlin to see my husband. I really wanted to stay in
town in case Mistress Jacqui summoned me, but I figured staying home would
be suspicious. Hubby and I made love, but my heart wasn't into it.
Back home I received an email from Mistress Jacqui at noon on Tuesday. She
told me to prepare to go out that night. I was to bathe and shave my legs,
armpits and pussy. I was to pamper myself and then be ready to go out at
6pm. I was to wear a black cocktail dress, stockings and high heels. I was
allowed to wear a black thong and lace demi-cup bra. I was told to put my
hair up and do my makeup. As I read her instructions I understood exactly
the look she was going for. How many company events had I attended dressed
exactly like that’ I was to dress back in arm candy mode.
By 5pm I was dressed and on pins and needles wondering what she had planned
for me. At 6pm a limo pulled up in front of my house. A handsome driver
walked to my door and escorted me to the car. I immediately wondered if he
was one of Mistress' boytoys. He was professional and courteous. As we
pulled away he handed me an envelope and then closed the window separating
the passenger and driver's compartments. I fumbled with the envelope trying
to open it. I was nervous. There were two parts to this task she had
arranged. Our destination was a mall in North Las Vegas. It wasn't too far
away, but from reputation I knew it was more of an outlet place far removed
from the glitz and glamour of shopping on the Strip. The instructions told
me to walk around the mall window-shopping. I was guessing I'd be a fish
out of water dressed so formally, which was probably the idea. Mistress
told me to spend extra time in the stores where teenage boys shopped. No
doubt she wanted to give them a thrill. I was told to make sure my legs
were shown off and that I should bend over in front of them. Reading the
note, I realized she wanted me to tease them. She also told me to buy some
new shoes with higher heels than I currently owned and a pair of leather
boots with at least a 4" heel as well.
I figured out her game pretty quickly. Similar to what she did to me on
Freemont Street she was trying to get me accustomed to being exposed in
public and assuming it would turn me on. I already felt my pussy getting
wet just reading the note. I looked up at the window and saw that it was
tinted so I couldn't see the driver. I saw a reflection of myself,
however. I looked good and I felt good. I spread my legs a bit so I could
see the reflection up my dress. For a moment I was tempted to slide my hand
between my legs. I figured the driver couldn't see and I could get some
quick pleasure. But then I felt the car turn and realized we were at the
mall. The driver pulled to the door, got out and then opened my door. He
helped me out and then asked how long I would be. I told him about an hour
to an hour and a half. I was just guessing. He handed me a business card
with a phone number written in pen on it. "I have to park on the outside of
the lot, but call me when you are ready and I'll meet you right here," he
told me. "Take your time," he added. "I'm paid by the hour."
I thanked him and went inside. As I had imagined, the clientele at this
mall were decidedly lower class than the stores I frequented. I set about
my task to explore the mall and to buy new shoes. As I was walking, I got
an email from her. Added to my window-shopping task was to send mistress
selfies reflected in store windows. I should have guessed that she wanted
proof of how I was dressed. I had assumed she or one of her minons would be
here to spy on me, but I guess I had to do it all myself. That was
fine. Although the first one was nerve wracking, I started to get into
trying to discretely pose in an alluring way and snap a picture. When I
wandered into a Game Stop, I found plenty of younger boys eager to watch me
shop. I wasn't expecting how much that turned me on to have somebody 20
years my junior leering at me. But it did.
When I left the store, 4 boys followed me out. It was so cute. They were
trying not to look like they were following me, but it was obvious they
were. I figured that was part of Jacqui's plan so I didn't stop to
challenge them. I even managed to snap a picture of them and sent it to
Mistress. She replied that I should "give the little guy a treat." I knew
exactly whom she was talking about. Three of the four boys were tall, over
6 feet. They probably played on the basketball team together. The four boy
was shorter. Maybe 5' 6" if he was lucky. He also seemed less confident
than his buddies and appeared to be just tagging along. I was nervous about
what Mistress' concept of "a treat" would turn out to be.
She sent me another email and instructed me to go into the lady's room and
to masturbate into my thong. I'd already confessed to her that I got wet in
the limo and walking around teasing the boys had done nothing to stem my
juices. Her plan was for me to get my thong very wet by rubbing it on my
pussy, then to have me take it off and somehow sneak it into the k**'s
shopping bag without him noticing. Failing that, I was to confess that I
got horny having him follow me and just give him my thong as proof. I
really didn't want to do that so I started thinking about how to leave the
surprise in his bag and not get caught.
The first part, wetting my thong, was easy enough, although stopping before
I came was a challenge. After I removed my thong I wadded it up into a ball
in my hand and left the lady's room. As I anticipated, the boys were all
sitting waiting for me. They were still trying to look innocent, but we all
knew better. I decided to walk right past them. I wasn't sure how strong my
womanly scent had become since my quick masturbation session, but if they
did smell it, I figured it would drive them crazy. As I expected all four
stood up and began following me again. Trying to get the little one
separated was going to be a challenge. One I could not figure out how to
complete. Soon I gave up. I wanted to get on with buying shoes. I was going
to have to confront them. I started moving toward the shoe store. As I
passed the door I quickly spun around surprising my followers and walked up
to them. As I expected, two of them bolted having been caught. The tallest
guy and Mr. Shorty stopped dead in their tracks.
"Have you been enjoying following me’" I asked them. They didn't
answer. Finally the tall guy admitted that he was. "Well I don't like to be
followed," I replied. Then after a pause I added, "But as long as you are
here, you can help me with something." The taller k** smiled, but I dashed
his dreams by reaching out and taking the hand of the smaller guy. "I need
your opinion on some shoes." With that I pulled him into the store. He
buddy was standing there shocked at what had transpired. The younger k**
was no less confused. I turned him so his back was to the window and pulled
my soiled thong out of my pocket and handed it to him.
"You will not understand this, but I have to give these to you. They are
soaked because my mistress made me masturbate in them. Having you guys
follow me turned me on. Now I need you to help me pick out some shoes. Tell
me which ones look sexy on me, ok’ Then I'm leaving, but you can keep the
thong and tell your friends you were the one I chose. Got it’"
He nodded.
"OK, I need some new boots with a high heel and some other high heeled
pumps. What would look good on me’"
I took his arm and held it like we were on a date. I'm sure his buddy was
going nuts watching us through the window. The k** was nervous and I had to
chuckle a bit as he picked up a leather boot that looked straight out of a
fetish video. It was perfect, of course, but I doubt he knew why. I waved
at a saleswoman to help us. She measured my stocking clad foot and went to
get a pair of the boots. I was sure my scent was trapped under my skirt and
that the sales woman (she was pretty young and cute) would get a look at my
bald beaver when she slid the boot on. I figured it wasn't the first time a
woman gave her a show like that. I just wasn't sure how she would react. I
do know she caressed my calf a bit while she zipped up the boot. That
wasn't necessary and I'm sure it was against their employee code, but I
wasn't going to squeal. Hell, I wished she had put her hands on my thighs
instead.
After she zipped the boots I took a quick walk around the store. No doubt
the heels were tightening my ass the way they should and I made sure to
slowly spin around so they got a good look. "Well what do you think’" I
asked them. The saleswoman gave a good corporate answer (although her eyes
were speaking the truth) while the k** kept his mouth shut. He was probably
just thinking about where I was going to blow or fuck him.
"I'll take them," I announced. "Now find me some shoes."
The saleswoman jumped at that chance. She understood my needs better than
the k** did. The k** would have agreed to anything. The saleswoman produced
a red pair of fuck me pumps. They were beautiful, although with impossibly
tall heels. I didn't know how I would walk in them. As she was sliding
those beauties on my food she explained that the extra high heel would
tighten my calf. She accentuated the statement by sliding her hand up my
calf again. "They may hurt at first, but with a little message (she started
squeezing my calf) you'll learn to love them. My breathing had increased as
she started to take liberties on my legs. "What about my thighs’" I asked
her. "Will they be tight as well’" I watched as a wry smile crept across
her lips.
I'm sure the k** had a great view as she started to slide her hand higher
up under my dress. But just as she starting getting somewhere interesting,
her manager called her from across the store and she quickly pulled her
hands back. She looked up and shook her head. "I can't," she whispered and
went back to being professional. Sensing our fun and games were over, I
told her I would take those shoes as well and she checked us out. I told
the boy to stay behind and talk to the shoe girl if he wanted some fun then
made a quick exit from the mall after I called the limo driver to pick me
up. My pussy was on fire from showing myself off and I couldn't help but
play with myself on the ride home. The glass partition was tinted so I
didn't worry about my privacy. I even snapped a selfie in the limo glass
for mistress. I brought myself right up to the edge of climax and then
stopped. It was very difficult to do, but I hoped mistress would reward my
good behavior. I sent her the picture and a recap of my
adventure. Unfortunately she didn't respond at all and the limo driver
dropped a very horny woman back at her empty house. If only he knewÉ
Alas I didn't receive any responses the rest of the night and I went to bed
without my needs having been satisfied. When I woke up there was a message
from her saying I had done well and that tonight she would have another
task. She said I should dress the same way only this time no thong and that
I should wear my new red shoes. The limo showed up on time again. It was
the same driver. This time he brought me to the Wynn. Instead of walking
around the mall my opportunity to expose myself would come sitting at the
bar. I was instructed to drink wine and casually expose myself to both men
and women. Ever since the corporations took over the era of prostitutes
hanging out at the bars has largely disappeared. But that sure was how I
felt. Once I had the attention of my mark, I would "inadvertently" uncross
and cross my legs giving him or her a nice view up my dress. Mistress had
not given me instructions on what to do when I was propositioned, which
happened plenty, nor had she given me permission to hide in the ladies room
and finger myself. It was frustrating to tease and not please. There were
several guys I would have been happy to go upstairs with, but as silly as
it seems, it didn't seem like I was cheating on my husband because I was
playing with another woman. If I took a guy upstairs, there would be no
question of what I had become. So I turned them all down for an hour and
then headed back to the limo. Again I played with myself and again I sent a
reflected picture of my pussy to my mistress. And again, there was no
reply.
Even more upsetting there was no response in the morning. Maybe she had
expected me to accept one of the offers. For several days there was
nothing. Toni told me not to worry. She was probably just busy and that she
would disappear for weeks without talking to Toni and then would reappear
as if nothing was wrong. I didn't like that. But I didn't have much of a
choice either. Then on Saturday came an email that was unlike the
others. Oh, it was a chance to exhibit my body again, no big difference
there. But when I read the details it worried me. My required outfit wasn't
that different from my night on Freemont Street. Short skirt and button
down blouse instead of a dress. No bra, no underwear, stocking and garter
and high heels. She didn't specify how many buttons to open, but I knew
that would be forthcoming. Or she would just expect me to have my tits
hanging out again. But the destination was much more private. That is what
worried me. In the mass of people on Freemont Street there is anonymity,
but there is also a limit of what you can do. Eventually the cops would
care of you are running around naked, having sex in public or if somebody
was harrassing. Tonight's destination was different. It was an adult
bookstore.
As I said before, my husband and I were hardly prudes. I've gone to strip
clubs with him and we've been to a few bookstores. We'd even been to this
one. It was what I would call "medium" grade. It wasn't the sleaziest
place, but it wasn't one of the newer upscale places that cater to women
either. There was a toy section (where hubby and I went) a DVD section, a
magazine section and some video booths down a hallway in the back. Hubby
had suggested we go back to the booths, but that was too much for me to
handleÉ at the time. This time the limo came later. 9pm. I guess
mistress wanted me to arrive at a specific time. Again the driver handed me
an envelope with additional instructions. I was to walk around the place
looking at the merchandise. I was to look at the DVDs and peruse the
toys. I was to purchase at least $250 worth of merchandise (my choice of
what) and then when I went to the counter I was to ask where the "lesbian
BDSM" magazines were located. Just reading that sentence over and over I
could tell I would be humiliated having to do that. Of course that was the
purpose of this game and my pussy was already lubricating as thoughts of
asking some dirty old man where the magazines were was starting to excite
me.
The limo dropped me off and the driver didn't seem to care about the
location. I suppose he's seen it all. Walking in I felt like a lamb being
led to slaughter. I was sure there would be plenty of horny guys hitting on
me and I wondered if I would be able to resist like I'd done at the
Wynn. My pussy was demanding attention and I knew I'd have to give it some
soon. I tried to look natural as I walked in the door. I knew other women
shopped her because I'd seen them when I was with my husband. But I had not
noticed any single women there before which worried me. It didn't matter. I
had to go in. I casually tried to see who was working in the store and who
was shopping. I tried not to look nervous. There was a guy working the
counter, but he was younger than the other times I'd been there. Still it
would be humiliating asking him for the magazines and buying toys from him,
but it could have been worse. Since he was younger than me I could probably
intimidate him if I needed to do so.
I wandered through the shop feeling the eyes of every man on me. There were
only a few guys shopping and I noticed a couple buying tokens for the video
booths and then disappearing. It actually was a pretty good time to
complete my task as I was sure it would be more crowded later. I started to
make a list in my head of what I needed to buy to make the $250 minimum. I
picked out a couple of DVDs, a new dildo and two vibrators but that was
just $100. I looked around for something that might be more expensive. I
saw some leather clothes, but I didn't know how I would explain a corset to
my husband. Then I looked toward the front of the store and noticed a young
girl had joined the guy by the register. Immediately I knew she was the one
I was supposed to ask about the magazines. Again trying not to be nervous,
I walked up to the counter and lay down my items.
"I need a few more things, can I store these up here’" I asked. She said I
could in a disinterested way. Then I asked her if she could help me find
something. She asked what I was looking for and in the least embarrassed
voice I could find I said, "The lesbian BDSM magazines." That made her
smile. "Sure honey, I can help you," she said sounding less than
disarming. I watched as she walked around the counter. She was maybe 22
years old. Blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, tank top, torn jeans and
boots. She looked like the girl next door with a hint of tough chick thrown
in around the edges. She pointed toward the magazines and said "this way."
As she pointed she put her other hand on the small of my back and gently
nudged me toward the magazine racks. They were in the back of the store. I
assume since the advent of the Internet they don't sell a lot of printed
smut any more so they don't dedicate the prime floor space to it. The sales
girl kept her hand on my back all the way to the racks, which certainly
wasn't necessary once she got me going in the right direction, but also
certainly was appreciated. I could feel her eyes on me the whole way. I
knew somehow that mistress had arranged this meeting. Was this the girl
from Freemont Street’ As we approached the magazines I could see the
lesbian section on the bottom shelf, but I decided to play dumb.
"I looked over here before, but I couldn't find them," I said. The sales
girl stopped me in front of the section and pointed to them. "They are
right down there."
I squat down and grabbed one at random. Standing up I opened it about half
way in pretending to be interested. I then showed it to the girl. "Which
one is the best magazine for a novice’" She chuckled a little. "You can't
really learn from a magazine," she said. "First off you need to learn the
proper way to bend over."
I didn't move at first, thinking about what she said. Then she continued,
"Pick a different magazine."
I looked back at the rack and then realized what she meant. Instead of
squatting this time I bent over at the waist keeping my knees locked. Since
the shelf was basically on the floor and I was wearing high heels, that
meant I had to bend over to essentially touch my toes to reach a different
magazine. It also meant my skirt rode up exposing my pantiless ass. Not
surprisingly her hand, which had been on the small of my back, slid down to
my right buttock.
"That's much better. Just hold that position."
It was stressful, bending over so far, but I did what she said. I held my
position. Her hand did not stay in place though. She began rubbing her hand
all over my ass. "I like your wedding ring," she told me. "Why does a woman
like you need lesbian BDSM magazines’" At the time she asked she slid her
finger across my slit. I moaned instead of answering. "I've seen many wives
coming in here looking for a little excitement. Is that why you are here’"
She punctuated that question by sliding a finger into my pussy. She found
no resistance as my juices lubricated her finger. As she started to pull
her finger out my pussy did try to grab it. She started to finger fuck
me. "No need to answer," she continued. "I know about women like
you. Married to money but bored because hubby works too much." Her finger
was magic inside of me. I started to rock back and forth in rhythm to her
ministrations. "Looking to spice up their love life." She pulled out her
finger and then began rubbing my clit. I moaned again.
"Wifey likes that does she’" the girl mocked me. She knew exactly what she
was doing and exactly what I was feeling. "Tell me you want me to make you
cum. Tell me you want to be a dirty whore who comes while bent over in an
adult bookstore. The guys are watching us. They know what you are."
I wanted nothing more than to cum right then, but in the back of my mind I
knew this was somehow a test from my mistress. "No mam," I answered. "I'm
not allowed to cum."
"Not allowed’" she replied. She started rubbing my clit harder. "You come
in here wearing a short skirt and no underwear and you are not going to cum
for me’"
"No mam," I replied again in between moans. "I mean, yes, I want to
cum. But no, I'm not allowed to climax."
"Why aren't you allowed to climax, slut’" she asked. She punctuated that
question with a slap on my rear to the applause of our audience. I couldn't
see the guys but I knew they were enjoying my treatment.
"I'm only allowed to cum when I get permission from my mistress," I
confessed.
She spanked me again and then began to finger fuck me again. Harder and
faster this time. "I see," she said. "So I could fuck you and rub your
clit, and you wouldn't cum’"
I humped my ass backward trying to get her fingers deeper into my
pussy. "Yes, mam," I cried. "I'd do my best."
"So eventually I'd make you cum. Is that what you are saying’ What would
happen then’ Would you be punished’"
I was struggling not to cum and I knew she could tell. I grabbed my ankles
to try and steady myself. I let loose a howl of pleasure. "Yes
mam. Mistress would punish me."
"Would she spank you’" the young sales girl asked. She stopped fingering me
long enough to give me five hard swats on the ass. My knees bent, but I
quickly locked them again thrusting my ass out toward her.
"I'm not sure mam," I replied. "I've never met her."
"Really’" she asked me. "But you find yourself here because of her’"
The girl had stopped touching me, which was driving me crazy. I didn't mind
her spanking me and certainly enjoyed her fingering me, but doing nothing
was the worst. "Yes," I replied. "She told me to come shopping here."
"Well she must have wanted you to learn something from those magazines,"
the girl told me. She then started to finger me again. "Your pussy
certainly is enjoying itself. I think I know what you need. Stay here."
She pulled her fingers out again and slapped my ass again. I groaned, but
held my position. Bent over with my dripping pussy exposed I imagined all
the guys leering at me. But I did nothing to pull my skirt down. I just
stood there until the girl returned. Then she told me to stand up and face
her. In my heels I was taller than her, but I only felt about two feet
tall. I looked down at her hands and she was holding a leather collar. She
reached up and buckled it around my neck. Then she clipped a leash to
it. "On your knees, slut," she commanded. I dropped to my knees. The girl
held the leash in one hand and began rubbing her crotch through her jeans
with the other.
"Since you have not met your mistress yet, I guess you have not licked her
pussy. How about any other girls’ Are you a good pussy eater’"
I shook my head.
"Well I'm sure you'll learn. You look like you're pretty oral."
She stuck out the finger she had been fucking me with and pushed it into my
mouth. I started sucking on it tasting my juices.
"Let's see if we can teach you some of the things in those magazines you
were so interested in," she announced loud enough that everyone gathered
around could hear. "Crawl behind me."
She tugged the leash as she started to walk away. I followed on my hands
and knees. The floor was cold and sticky. She walked up and down the aisles
picking up products, although mainly from the BDSM section. Then she led me
to the counter.
"Ring this stuff up with her other purchases, Bobby," she announced to the
male cashier. "Give me $20 in tokens as well."
She took my credit card out and he charged $375 worth of merchandise. Not
that I was complaining. They handed me the credit slip and a pen and I
signed it on the floor. There were a couple of large plastic bags. The girl
took one and put it on the floor in front of me. "You carry that with your
teeth. The other bag we'll pick up later." She then led me toward the video
booth hallway. My pussy was still exposed as I crawled behind her. My mouth
was watering around the plastic handle on the bag. It was dragging on the
floor. I tried to keep my head up and keep it from sliding on the dirty
floor, but the bag was too big. I could feel my hands and knees getting
dirty. The girl didn't seem to care. Her hold on the leash was firm and she
kept snapping it encouraging me to move quicker. I could feel the guys
following us, although I didn't dare turn to look.
We headed down the hallway to the video booths. My husband and I never went
down here. He wanted to, but I had refused. Now I was crawling behind a
girl I had met only minutes before carrying a bag of sex toys she had
picked. My pussy had not stopped leaking since the moment she bent me
over. My husband had told me rumors about what happened in these booths,
but I didn't really believe him. I figured lonely guys just jerked off in
them because they couldn't at home. He told me stories of guys who would
bring their wives to get gangbanged. While I didn't discount that 100%, I
figured I would end up eating the girl's pussy and maybe she would tie me
up. I didn't want to fuck any of the guys. But then again, if she tied me
up and I didn't have choice, would it really be cheating on my husband’
Whatever was going to happen I was about to find out. We had reached the
end of the hallway. She led me into the little room. It smelled of cum.
After we entered the room she shut the door. I noticed there was no
lock. There was a single chair. It had a cushion seat and a wooden
backrest. There were no arms. She told me to stand. She then told me the
first thing she does with a new girl is called "inspection." My body was
tingling. I was told to "stand still" while she slowly unbuttoned my
blouse. She seemed pleased that I was not wearing a bra. She helped me
slide the blouse over my arms and then tossed it onto the floor. I wasn't
happy about that. It was an expensive silk blouse and the floor was
filthy. But I wasn't in a position to challenge her. Next she unziped my
skirt and helped me step out of it. She'd already had a good feel of the
goods so that was less embarrassing than losing my blouse, although I was
no less upset that my skirt joined my blouse on the floor. She then told me
to stand with my feet 18" apart and to put my hands on my head. That was
when the inspection formally started.
She used her hands to cup my breasts as if she were weighing them. "Who's
your surgeon’" she asked. I told her. "He did a nice job. Not too big on
your frame but big enough. Good choice. Nice to see you didn't go too crazy
oversized like some women."
She then pinched my nipples testing their reaction. "Good nipples. Nice and
firm. Do you get off on nipple play’" I nodded. "You bought some nipple
toys I think you will like," she told me.
She then continued the inspection. She touched every inch of my body and
made comments. Fortunately they were mostly positive although she did make
a few suggestions about changes to my workout routine I could do to tighten
up a few areas. I confessed to her I'd been doing more cardio instead of
weights because I wanted to be near Toni on the bike. She said she
understood and that the bike was her favorite too. She commented on my
pussy and how well it gripped her fingers. She also squeezed my ass
(positive comments) and asked how often I had anal sex. It was a weird
experience for her to be examining me in such an intimate way. But I also
found it strangely arousing.
My inspection complete, the girl told me to sit down on the chair. The
cushion was still warm from the last person to use the room. It was also
damp. I was hoping it was sweat from the last patron. I wondered how much
cum the seat had seen through the years. It felt nasty. My salesgirl didn't
seem to care. She was busy taking items out of the bag. First up were two
leather ankle cuffs. I'd noticed them on the shelf. They were $50 for the
pair. After she attached them to my legs she quickly tied them to the chair
leg. My legs were not spread far apart, but they were far enough to give
easy access to my pussy. Similar cuffs were produced for my wrists,
although since there were no arms on the chair my arms were simply tied
behind the chair. This was a little painful, but I had to choice.
"Now that you are mine to do with as I wish, let's have some fun," the girl
announced triumphantly.
The first thing she did was go into the bag and bring out what she
explained were nipple suckers. I didn't get to touch them, but they looked
like hard plastic with a squeeze ball at the end. I watched as my tormentor
licked around the open end (to make a good seal she said) and then squeezed
the ball. She then placed it over my already stiff nipple and released the
ball. I gasped as the air pressure going back into ball sucked the air from
around my nipple drawing my areola and nipple up and away from my body. It
was a devilishly simple device and I could already tell, very
effective. There was some initial pain, but it quickly gave way to
numbness. I didn't bother protesting when she did the same to my other
nipple. It looked funny having these two plastic balls hanging off my
nipples, but I was more curious about what my nipples would look like when
she took them off. I could feel them pulling away from my body and the
blood flowing to my breasts made them more sensitive.
After preparing my nipples, she took one of the tokens I bought and dropped
it into the coin slot of the video player. The TV (behind a spatter screen)
came to life and she used a knob to select a lesbian BDSM film. She then
came back to me. "I'll put in enough coins for you to watch the whole
movie. You can then decide if this is right for you. She reached into the
bag and pulled out a flogger. "I'm going to take the nipple suckers off in
10 minutes. Then I'm going to ask you if you want your tits whipped." I
didn't respond. She then pulled out an egg vibrator. "This will keep you
busy," she announced before turning it on and sliding it into my
pussy. "Enjoy the show." She then dropped a couple more tokens into the
slot and walked out. I didn't hear the door shut, but I was much more
interested in the buzzing in my pussy and the view on the screen to worry
about that.
The damn egg was nowhere near powerful enough to get me off, although the
images on the screen were doing a good job. I certainly identified with the
thirtysomething naked slave girl groveling at her mistress' feet. And the
mistress was a vision in power dressed in a leather corset wielding a
whip. She also was wearing a large strap-on dildo. The first 10 minutes
until my girl returned was mostly the two women in the video "getting to
know each other" with some light bondage and a little spanking. Of course
it was enough to make me wish I was the domme's slave. It also made me wish
Mistress Jacqui would meet me soon.
The sales girl returned. She was still dressed in her jeans and tank
top. I'd been fantasizing that she would return wearing a corset. Oh
well. The first thing she did was to remove the nipple suckers. Let me tell
you that was painful. Looking down at my breasts I could tell my nipples
were very distended. The suction pressure had pulled them out and made them
puffy. I shouldn't have been surprised when she flicked them with her
finger they had become very sensitive.
"So slut, should I flog your tits or send you home’" she asked. I had the
feeling that if I chose to go home that I'd never hear from Mistress Jacqui
again. I lowered my eyes and told her to flog me.
"Good choice," she said waving the flogger in front of my eyes.
I didn't really have a frame of reference as to whether she hit me hard or
not, but from the first lash my chest, stomach and yes my tits were on
fire. At least she was nice to stay mostly away from my nipples, but it
hurt nonetheless. Looking down I could see red streaks forming across my
chest. Those were not going to wear off any time soon I figured.
Satisfied that I could take more pain, I then watched as she dipped back
into my shopping bag and produced a set of nipple clamps. At least they
were the plastic tipped kind, I thought as she showed them to me. She
snaked the clamp chain through the leash ring on my collar and then
attached them to my nipples. I screamed. I couldn't help it.
"Don't move your head too much darling," she told me. "Your nips will be
very sensitive for a while. Don't worry about the marks. They will fade in
a few hours."
She then grabbed a vibrator out of the bag and turned it on. It was much
more powerful than the egg that had been tormenting me. She looked at me
with a devious smile. "Still think you can hold back from cumming’"
She knelt down next to the chair and we both began watching the movie. More
accurately I was watching the movie trying not to move my head and she was
teasing my clit with the vibrator every so often. She even buzzed my
nipples a couple of times. On the screen the sub was getting whipped. I had
a feeling she would do that again to me. But instead she kept bringing me
close to orgasm and then stopping. It was maddening. I began to wonder how
long she planned on keeping me there. I'd been watching the movie for about
an hour. The domme was now fucking the sub with the strap-on and I was
begging my temptress to fuck me with the vibe. She teased me that I would
cum if she did that and she didn't want to disappoint my mistress. It took
all my strength not to tell her to "fuck my mistress" and to get me off. In
the back of my head I still thought this was all a test from Mistress
Jacqui, although I was less sure as time went on. Finally the movie ended
after the sub had an explosive, screaming orgasm. The girl took off my
clamps and gave each of my nipples a tender kiss. Then she pulled the egg
out of my pussy and had me lick it clean. I liked my taste.
"I'll be right back," she told me. "I get off work at 11."
She started another video for me before she left. This one featured a busty
blonde girl tied to a bed and a young brunette licking her pussy. The
brunette seemed to be teasing the girl because she wouldn't let her
cum. This was becoming a running theme. One I didn't really like. I was
looking forward to getting home and getting myself off. I couldn't really
track how long I was by myself. I was guessing each scene in this movie was
20-30 minutes long and there were 4 of them I watched including a scorching
scene where an older redhead got double fucked by two young blonds with
strap-ons. I'd never watched a lot of lesbian porn, but that one had me
squirming as much as my bonds would allow. Shortly after that was over my
girl came back in with another bag.
"I added one more thing to your credit card. I hope you don't mind."
I really wasn't in much of a position to complain. She pulled it out and it
was a big strap-on. My mouth (and pussy) drooled a bit at the thought of
her fucking me. Unfortunately that wasn't her plan. After adjusting the
straps, she started sliding them under my butt. It was tough to wiggle for
her to get the straps underneath me, but she finally got the monster cock
hooked up and fairly tight against me. She then pulled off her jeans. The
first thing I noticed was her pussy was shaved bare. The second thing I
noticed was she was already wet. She started a third movie (another lesbian
strap-on one although not BDSM themed this time) and walked back over to
me. She started stroking my new cock. "Are you going to fuck me, baby’" she
cooed. "Do I have a choice’" I replied. That made her laugh. She then bent
over and sucked the first few inches into her mouth to get it wet.
She turned her back to me and pressed between my legs. She then grabbed the
shaft and positioned it against her labia. It seemed too big to fit in her
as I watched her begin to slide down the phallus. She seemed too petite to
be taking such a big dick, but she did. She started fucking herself with
vigor. I was getting a little pleasure from the indirect contact with my
clit, but certainly not the kind of pleasure she was getting. From her
sounds I figured she would cum quickly. Maybe then she would have pity on
me and give me pleasure. Instead, though, after her first noisy orgasm (I'm
sure the guys in the other booths heard her) she stood up and pulled her
tank top off. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were large and
stiff. She then remounted my cock, this time facing me. She put her arms
around me head and rode me like a woman possessed. She pulled my head
against her chest. I did my best to lick her nipples, but she seemed more
concerned with just holding me against her. This time she was bouncing so
forcefully I was getting close to climaxing. I could tell she was too so it
was a bit of a contest to see who would cum first. I suppose it's not a
surprise that she won that race. When she came she left the dildo buried
deep inside her and hugged me tight. I could feel every shake and quiver
through her body as her orgasm sent wave after wave of pleasure through
her. Now she must be done I figured. Now it must be my turn. But again I
was wrong.
She dismounted the dildo, her pussy gaping from the intrusion of such a
large member. A rush of air came out, but she didn't seem embarrassed.
Instead she stood up and then started climbing up my body. The chair was
good for her to straddle me because there were no arms, but it really
wasn't suited for her to try and get her pussy to reach my mouth. I thought
we both would topple over since I couldn't move to counterbalance her
weight. But this must not have been the first time she used someone tied to
the chair to lick her post orgasmic pussy. Her flavor and scent was strong.
Two quick orgasms will do that for a girl I suppose. She had amazing
balance allowing her to grind her wet pussy on my face and enjoy a third
orgasm in short order. Now it must finally be my turn, I reasoned. She told
me it was time to leave.
"Where are we going’" I asked her.
"You want to meet your mistress, don't you’"
"Mistress Jacqui’" I questioned.
"Yes silly. You did good tonight and passed your test."
"OK," I replied. "Let's go."
I still didn't know the girls name that had just used me for her pleasure,
but I was more than willing to go with her. She untied me from the chair.
She asked if I needed to use the bathroom. I replied that I did. She told
me it was out front to the left of the magazine racks. She said she would
clean up my toys while I went. I walked out of the room and didn't
remember I was naked with a collar and leash until I passed a couple going
into one of the other booths. All of a sudden I remembered where I was. The
woman commented about the lash marks on my chest. I was mortified. I could
have dashed back to the room, but I really did need to go to the bathroom
so I streaked through the store instead. I found the bathroom easily
enough, but it was locked. I knocked on the door but there was no response.
Then I heard a man clearing his throat. I turned and the guy at the counter
was holding up a key. I looked around to see if anybody else was watching
me. I'm not sure why that mattered, but I was more embarrassed by not
assuming the bathroom would be locked than by being naked. Strange. A warm
feeling of complacency washed over me. "Own it, girl" I said to myself.
This time I walked to the front of the store. Hell, he'd already had a good
look at me dashing through the store," I thought. And I was sure this
wasn't the craziest thing he'd seen.
"Did you enjoy the movie’" he asked. "Not as much as your clerk did," I
replied.
He handed me the key and I walked back to the bathroom. I was certainly
tempted to play with myself while I was in there, but I figured I'd made it
this far, I needed to see this through. Especially since I was finally
going to meet Mistress Jacqui. There were a couple of guys standing around
when I returned the key. One reached out in an effort to touch my breast
but I slapped his hand away.
"Thank you for the hospitality and fine products," I told the cashier.
"I'll shop here again."
"I hope you will," he told me with a smile.
I walked back toward the video booths assuming she was still there. As I
passed the first booth I could hear the couple I saw fucking. Must be nice,
I mused, to just go out and have sex. I'll hopefully I'll be getting that
soon enough. My salesgirl was done packing my new purchases. I noticed my
clothes were missing. She must have put them in the bag. She recuffed my
hands behind me and then said, "I'll drive," and took hold of my leash. At
least she let me walk this time as I followed behind her as she led me
through the store and to the front door. Needless to say I was scared of
being led naked out of the store, but I didn't have much of a choice. She
brought me to her car, a Honda Civic and told me to get in back. When I did
she leaned in and grabbed a leather cuff that was under the side of the
passenger seat. "Spread your legs," she commanded and I did. There was a
similar cuff on the driver side and soon I was bound in her car unable to
move my legs or touch my pussy.
"One more thing," she added before grabbing a blindfold out of the center
console. "Mistress likes her privacy."
Thus we went into the night. I was bound naked and without sight being led
by a girl I'd just met going to meet a woman I'd pledged my body and soul.
This was certainly a leap of faith, one that I hoped would not turn out
badly. At least that is what my brain was saying. My pussy was leaking onto
her back seat. And that was what was really in charge.

Bad Wife, Good Sub - Chapter 3
Bad Wife, Good Sub Ð Chapter 03 BY Tappy Mcwidestance
The more we drove the more disoriented I became. I was able to track in my
mind where we were for a while, but soon I was hopelessly lost. My pussy
was pulsating in need as the longer we drove, the more aroused I became. I
probably should have been worried. Isn't this how a body ends up on CSI’
But I didn't care about my safety. I was on my way to see Mistress and that
was all that mattered.

Finally the car stopped for longer than a red light. I heard the girl make
a call. Of course I could only hear one side of the conversation, but it
was obvious I was the topic. "Yes, she's in the car. Yes, I'm sure her
pussy is dripping. Yes, my car stinks of her arousal. Yes, she'll do
anything for you. OK, I'll bring her in." Then I heard her hang up.

"You've been granted an audience with Mistress Jacqui," she told me. "Don't
fuck it up or you'll never get a second chance. Also if you make me look
bad, I'll make sure I get my revenge."

I sat quietly in the back seat. I heard her get out of the car and then
heard the back door open. The cool night breeze blew across my overheated
body. She didn't say anything to me but I could feel her unbuckling my
ankle cuffs. After that a simple tug on my leash indicated it was time to
go. As weird as it was walking naked to her car half an hour ago (I
estimated), at least I had an idea of what the front of the adult bookstore
looked like. Now, naked out in the open, I had no idea of my
surroundings. I felt grass under my feet. Was I in a residential
neighborhood or maybe a park’ She started walking me. I felt concrete under
two steps and then grass again. A sidewalk perhaps’ She paused to unhook my
wrist cuffs. Then she told me to crawl instead of walk. Was I in front of
Mistress' house’ Were her neighbors watching’ I crawled for maybe 60 feet
before I felt concrete again and then a step. My protector told me to be
careful as I crawled up the step. The concrete sc****d my knees. I felt a
tug on my leash.

"Sit up on with your ass on the back of your feet," she told me. "Keep your
hands on the ground."

I did what she commanded before I realized I looked like I was a dog. I
heard the doorbell ring and about 30 seconds later, I heard the door open.

"I'm glad you're finally here," I heard a man's voice say. Then I realized
it was the voice of the limo driver. "Mistress has been working my cock
ragged waiting for this one."

I heard a screen door open and assumed I would be ushered inside to attend
to Mistress Jacqui's obviously high level of needs. My pussy gushed a bit
at the thought.

"I'll see you another time," I heard the girl from the bookstore say before
I heard her footsteps walk down the path.

"Mistress wants you to go to the bathroom before you meet her. You may not
have a chance for a while," he told me. I expected him to lead me to the
bathroom. Instead I felt a tug on the leash going back the way I'd crawled
from the car.

"Come on, slut," he said dispassionately. I scampered along behind him and
soon felt the cool grass beneath me once again. We quickly turned and it
was obvious he was leading me around the house. "Mistress does not allow
slave candidates to use the bathroom," he told me. "You have to piss in the
yard."

I was mortified. Unable to see where I was going also meant I was unable to
see if anybody else was watching. I crawled until he tugged my leash and
told me to stop. I didn't sit up this time because he didn't tell me to do
so. I felt him slide a bowl of some sort under me. It hit both my knees as
I straddled it.

"Piss into the dish," he told me. "Mistress may have a need for it later."

I'd never thought of doing such a disgusting thing. A month ago if you told
me I would piss in a dish because somebody told me to I would have said you
are crazy. But, although it took some time to overcome my bladder shyness,
eventually I tinkled into the bowl. I'd come this far. I wasn't going to
give up seeing Mistress Jacqui now. I only hoped she wouldn't need my urine
later. Although in the back of my mind I knew she probably would.

I felt my leash tugged again and followed behind him. Soon I felt a stone
patio under my hands and knees. Then a couple more steps and finally I
heard a sliding door open. I continued to follow the limo driver feeling
ceramic tile and then hardwood flooring as we continued. We came to a stop
and he told me to sit up. I assume that meant to resume the dog position
I'd been in at the front door. So I did. My senses were hyperactive. I
could smell my urine as the bowl moved past my head and then was set in
front of me. I had a sinking feeling I was about to be ordered to put my
face in the bowl. But for at least 5 minutes (It felt like an eternity.) I
just knelt there. Finally I heard a woman's heels clicking on the floor.

"Thank you James," I heard her say. Her voice was even sexier in person. In
my mind she was wearing a leather corset, which did little to hide her
amazing breasts, stockings and black stiletto heels.

"You may have your treat," were the next words out of her mouth. I wasn't
sure if she was talking to me, but I soon realized she was still talking to
the limo driver and I sensed him hitting the floor next to me. Then I heard
him lapping his tongue in the bowl. I was astonished. He was licking my
piss from the bowl. Sympathetically I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to
wretch for him, but apparently he was enjoying his "treat."

"I will need you to take Heather home in about two hours," Mistress Jacqui
announced. "You may rest in your room until then."
I heard him get up and walk out of the room. I was now very nervous about
what was in store for me. I definitely didn't want to drink whatever was
left of my piss.

"So Heather, we finally meet," Mistress Jacqui said.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"I'm still not convinced I should add you to my stable," she
countered. "Let's see how tonight goes."

"Yes, Mam," I said trying to sound submissive. "I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will. I'm sure you will. But will your best be good enough’"

I didn't answer her question because I assumed it was rhetorical. I also
didn't have an answer. Mistress Jacqui didn't seem to mind that I didn't
answer that question. Although her next set of questions were definitely
ones of a more probing nature. She positioned me on my hands and knees with
"that slut ass in the air," as she called it. Apparently she was sitting
behind me. I could feel tension on my leash as she was holding it. I also
felt her shoe covered foot between my legs. She began teasing my pussy with
the pointed toe of her shoe.

How many times had she already asked these questions and made me confess my
dark secrets during our online chat’ I'm not sure, but there was something
more humiliating and yet compelling to opening my soul to her in person,
even if I couldn't see her. The toe of her shoe was driving me wild, which
I'm sure was the point of the exercise. She chastised me for soiling her
shoe with my "slut juices" and told me I had "earned a punishment" for
"ruining the finish" on her pumps. I was less concerned with that than I
was with the potential embarrassment of orgasming on her foot.

Mistress Jacqui was in complete control of my emotions. She twisted her
foot making sure I ground my clit on her toe. She teased me with phrases
like, "Does my baby girl want to cum’" and "What a slut you are getting off
on a stranger's foot." Based on her voice, I guessed that she was younger
than me. That assumption made my humiliation even more acute. She made me
beg her to be allowed to cum. "Please Mistress may your baby girl (that was
so demeaning because of our perceived age difference) please cum’" She
would tap her toe on my clit showing her pleasure with my submission to
her. But of course, her permission was not forthcoming. I was quivering in
need and didn't know how much longer I could last. I felt her nails scrap
across my ass.

"Don't cum yet, pet," she cooed. "Your Mistress always cums first."

"Please Mistress," I begged again. "How may I get you off’"

"We'll you can start by spinning around and licking my clit," she told me
with a friendly tone. "Stay on your knees and put your hands behind your
back with the palms up. I'm going to crop your ass while you eat me."

I scampered around to get into position. But before I could bury my face
between her legs, I felt her take my face in her hands and hold my head up.

"I really get off on married women doing my bidding and working their asses
off to pleasure me," she told me. I knew she was staring at me and I longed
for the blindfold to be removed so I could finally see her. "Do you know
why I'm going to punish you’" she asked me.

I thought for a moment. I had not cum without permission and I'd followed
all instructions since I'd arrived. I'd even followed all the instructions
at the adult bookstore without knowing that was a test for this
moment. Then the answer came to me and I knew it was correct. "Because I
belong to you, Mistress," was my response.

"Well, don't get ahead of yourself, Heather. I'm still not sure whether you
are worthy of our group. But your answer is close enough. I was looking for
because I can."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied trying not to sound dejected that I got the
answer wrong.

"Now get between my legs and get to work," she commanded with more
authority in her voice.

I leaned forward and allowed her to guide my head into position between her
thighs.

"Drink in my scent, princess," she told me. "In time, if I keep you, your
body will crave my flavor."

I took a deep breath. She was musky and her fragrance went straight to my
pussy. I almost came without being touched. She pulled my head the rest of
the way. I stuck out my tongue in anticipation of pressing up against her
soft wet folds. I was surprised to feel the fabric of her panties. She
pulled me tight against them anyway. They were saturated with juice and
spread Mistress' wetness against my face. I'm sure her perfume was
transferred to my skin as well.

"I've been wearing those panties for three days in anticipation of this
moment," Mistress told me. "Toni made sure I came at least four times each
day and boy toy left five loads for you in them. They should be good and
ripe for you."

She pulled my face against the soiled panties. I began to feel light
headed.

"Later you'll lick the backside. It's just as crusty as the front. But for
now I want you to try and get me off. Consider it an audition."

I don't know how much help I was bringing my Mistress to climax. She was
basically holding my head tight against her soiled panties. Her left hand
was wrapped in my hair and she was pulling me tight against her. While she
did that she was rolling her hips grinding her pussy up against down
against my face.

True to her promise, she also was holding a riding crop in her right
hand. The stinging kiss of the leather reinforced my position as nothing
but her possession. While my ass was her primary target, the palms of my
hands also drew her wrath. Mostly her strikes were of medium force. They
certainly were harder than simple taps, but they were not as hard as a
major strike. I could tell because several times she really cut lose and
snapped the crop against my defenseless flesh. Each time she did that she
preceded the blow by tugging my hair tighter, pulling firmly and squeezing
her thighs against the side of my head. Her pussy quickly muffled any
scream of pain I might have released.

Any hope I had of bringing my Mistress to orgasm was dashed when she
released my head and stood up. I expected to hear her berate me for having
failed my test, but she did not. I suppose she was in enough control that
she could have orgasmed if she chose to allow it, but as an expression of
power over me, she decided not to do so.
I was still on my knees when I felt her press her ass against my face. True
to her word her panties smelled of three days of being pressed against her
backside. I wretched as she pulled my head tight against her.

"You'll get used to that smell if I accept you. I love being rimmed,
especially after I cum."

She wiggled her ass against my face. I tried to hold my breath but she held
me tight too long and eventually I had to take a deep breath of her
essence. I almost threw up. I couldn't imagine licking her asshole,
although if she commanded me to I would. Then she released my head.

"Stand up and stretch for a moment," she commanded. "Keep your hands behind
your back and don't even think of removing your blindfold."

I was happy for the opportunity to stretch, but with my hands behind me, my
breasts were forced forward and I felt like I was on display. I wondered if
anybody else was in the room with us. I heard Mistress walking away and
wondered where she was going. Immediately I longed for her return and her
touch.

I estimate she was gone for about ten minutes. She told me she had to
attend to "another matter" and to "gather some toys." The toys sounded fun,
although her idea of fun may have been different from mine. The first thing
she did was to pull my leash and lead me across the room. She then told me
to stick my tongue out, which I did. I quickly felt something round and
rubber using my tongue to make it wet. I then heard a loud thump. I turned
my head toward the sound.

"That is an 8" dildo your spit just allowed me to attach to the coffee
table," Mistress told me. "I need to see how advanced your cock sucking
skills have developed. Since you're married I assume you are pretty good."

I felt a sharp tug on my leash and assumed that meant I should drop back to
my knees. Mistress was kind enough to grab my hair again and direct me to
the fake cock. Out of habit I took hold of the base with my hand. With my
husband I also worked his cock with my hands as much as my mouth as that
always made him cum quicker. Of course, Mistress always demanded my hands
be behind my back and quickly corrected my error with a hard smack on my
ass. I realized my mistake and locked my hands together on the small of my
back.

I didn't confess to her that my oral skills were considered advanced long
before I met my husband. She didn't need to know how much I loved the
feeling of a cock in my mouth, even if it was fake. She let me blow the
rubber phallus for a few minutes before she pulled my head back off of it.

"I'm going to remove your blindfold now," she told me. "You are to keep
your eyes shut. Failure on your part to do so will result is an extreme
punishment I'm sure you will not enjoy. Do you understand’"
"Yes Mistress," I replied. I then felt her removing the blindfold. It felt
good to have it off for the first time in at least an hour. I was a good
girl and didn't open my eyes.

"Keep them shut while I fit this hood on you," Mistress instructed.

I felt a leather cowl sliding over my head. Mistress made sure it was
positioned properly before zipping up the back causing it to form fit to my
head. I opened my eyes at this point, but there was only darkness so I shut
them again. There were no eye holes in the mask. I could breathe OK,
though, so there must have been nose and mouth holes.

"Stick your tongue out and run it around the opening," she commanded. I
followed her instruction and found a firm circular opening around my mouth.

"That opening is the perfect shape of a ball gag if I need to quiet you. Of
course that also seals your primary source of oxygen. There are nose holes,
but they are not very large. You have to remain calm and not hyperventilate
if I chose to make you breathe that way. Of course I can block those holes
very easily if I chose."

I nodded my head that I understood, although I really didn't.

"I'm going to give you a minute to get acclimated to the hood. Breathe
through your nose and try not to freak out. I need to move the dildo and
get another accessory ready."

I tried to stand still and just breathe easy. That was easier said than
done. I tried to listen to what she was doing. The dildo came off the table
with a whoosh sound as the suction released. She then had me lick it
again. I heard it reattached, but the sound was different this time. I
wondered why. In my mind I pictured what she must have looked like moving
around the room preparing for some other kinky game. I knew she must move
with the grace of a cat arranging her own pleasure and hopefully mine.

Whatever she was doing it didn't take long. When she returned to me she
squeezed both my nipples. "Is baby ready’" she asked. I nodded, although I
was not sure what I was ready for. I sensed Mistress moving behind me. And
then I sensed her reaching around my head.

"Since you didn't make me cum, I'm giving you a second chance."

I felt something pressing over my mouth hole of the mask. Then I felt her
pull a strap around my head and a buckle securing it.

"I've secured a dildo to your mask and I'm going to fuck your face until
you make me orgasm. If you cum first, however, well," she paused. "Just
don't cum first. We've been having fun and I don't want to whip you
tonight."

I didn't understand why my orgasming would be an issue if I was fucking
her. At least I didn't understand until she again guided me to my knees and
then backed me up to the dildo I have been sucking. Apparently it had been
attached to a window. Mistress explained as I sunk my pussy onto the dildo
while kneeling doggie style that this room of her house had floor to
ceiling glass. Once I was impaled on the fake dick I sensed her lying down
in front of me. She then pulled my head toward her and slid the dildo
attached to my face into her pussy.

At first she thrust herself firmly against my face pulling the dildo deep
inside of her. Once again she used the crop to inspire me to ride the
window cock with vigor. I wondered if she could hear my moans as I felt the
dildo split me open. She was riding my face dildo slowly while striking my
ass with the crop any time I wasn't fucking myself with enough
enthusiasm. She also resumed teasing me like she had done before when I
rode her foot. This time she made sure I knew that my ass was clearly
visible from the outside. I wasn't sure if these windows were on the front
or back of her house, but I didn't really care. I wasn't about to stop
pleasuring myself and at this time of night, there probably wasn't too many
people walking by anyway. I fucked the dildo with abandon.

Had I been able to beg for permission to cum I would have. Non-stop. But of
course no sounds we audible from my mouth. Mistress seemed to be varying
her speeds, but didn't seem to be doing herself fast enough to cum. I'm
sure her plan was for me to lose control. For my part, I wasn't going to
miss this opportunity to stuff my pussy with cock so I continued to ride
with reckless abandon. Mistress continued to tap my ass with the crop
warning me not to cum.

My limited air supply was filled with Mistress' scent. It was almost
hypnotic much like she had told me it would become. My arousal was peaking
and I had to fight my cravings not to orgasm before Mistress gave me
permission. I struggled to control my urges and I'm sure Mistress could
feel my quivers transferred to her via my mouth dildo. Finally she said the
words I'd been longing to hear.

"OK, slut. You may cum. Show me what a dirty girl you are and cum for your
mistress."

I didn't have to be told twice. As soon as I heard the words, much like as
when she would tease me on the video chat, my body exploded in a soul
satisfying orgasm. I don't know how much of my guttural moans escaped the
helmet, but I'm sure she understood what my body was experiencing. She
began fucking my helmet dildo harder, although I wasn't concerned with
that. I was only concerned with riding my own wave after wave of pleasure
for as long as possible. I continued to fuck myself as hard as I could and
my orgasm continued to roll over me.

Finally my excitement started to ebb. Mistress must have sensed that. She
dismounted my face and violently pulled me off the dildo I had just
m*****ed. She spun me over onto my back. She then remounted my mouth dildo
and started fucking herself again. She wasn't going slowly this time,
however. It was obvious she wanted to finally get off. My head was being
slammed onto the floor as she bounced up and down on it. She was howling in
delight. Also although I couldn't see her, my imagination saw ever detail
as she rubbed her clit in earnest and her tits bounced wildly.

Finally with a scream, it was over and she settled down. At first, I just
basked in the knowledge that I had helped her cum so well. Then I realized
I couldn't breathe. At first I just remained still assuming she knew she
was smothering me. After about 30 seconds, however, I was less
accommodating and began to thrash beneath her. She didn't get the message
immediately. She must have been in a deep post orgasmic haze. But finally
she must have realized what was happening and she dismounted the dildo and
then quickly removed it from my helmet.

"Sorry about that, pet," she told me. "I got carried away." I opened my
mouth to say, "no problem," but instead of speaking I got to lick her
juices off the dildo. It was a treat considering just a little while ago I
had to lick her juices off her soiled panties. This was much closer to the
source and much more tasty. When she pulled the fake cock out of my mouth,
I finally was able to speak.

"That was amazing, Mistress," I told her. "May I taste your juice from the
source’"

"Not just yet," she told me. "You still have to prove yourself worthy.

I was disappointed, of course. What else did I have to do to prove myself’
But then she added, "but I have another tasty pussy tied up in the
basement. She's probably ready to burst right now. You can eat her to
orgasm if you like."

"I want to eat you, Mistress," I said trying to hide my contempt for being
told I wasn't good enough yet and being passed off on another.

"I would please me Heather if you would do this for her. She's earned her
release and she cums very hard. I might even let you get fucked again if
you make me happy."

Well that was the kind of offer I couldn't refuse.

I gleefully followed Mistress Jacqui down the stairs to her "dungeon" as
she called it. Granted it was difficult to follow her without my eyesight,
but she was kind enough to guide me with a mix of leash play and pulling on
my nipples. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard the muffled
sounds of somebody who was gagged. Apparently they had the benefit of their
eyesight however because the sound was definitely in response to our
arrival.

Mistress Jacqui led me across the room. Her dungeon was quite spacious. I
wish I could have seen how it was arranged, but that didn't really matter
right then. When Mistress had me where she wanted me she told me to get on
my knees.

"The slave hanging before you has been very good lately. She deserves a
reward. That reward is you. Get her off quickly and you'll get a prize."

In my mind, I still wasn't very skilled at eating pussy or getting women
off, but that didn't mean I wouldn't give the task my best shot. I leaned
my head forward (I was careful to keep my hands behind me) and followed my
nose to my goal. This woman definitely had a different smell to her than
Mistress Jacqui. It wasn't bad, mind you, just different. With gusto I
stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as my hood would allow. Again I
heard the woman mumble through her gag. I wish I could have made out what
she was saying.

Mistress Jacqui encouraged me and even gave me tips. Of course anything I
learned here would help me the next time I was ordered to serve my Mistress
so it was worth her effort to teach me the proper technique. The woman I
was licking had a very juicy pussy from the moment I touched her. Mistress
had said she had been primed and no doubt she was ready for any stimulation
she could get. She was soon squirming as much as her bonds would allow
her. I'd like to think it was because of me, but I guessed it was because
Mistress had teased her before I arrived.

I could tell she was going to come soon. I may not know much but I know
when a pussy starts gushing, ultimate release is near. I wondered if
Mistress would stop me just before the woman could cum. If it was me
hanging there being pleasured, then stopping was obviously part of the
plan. But maybe this woman had been with Mistress longer and received
special favors. Mistress was definitely more forgiving with her, but she
still told the woman to wait for permission. Mistress didn't give me
specific orders to tease her. I was a bit envious that the woman got to cum
so easily. I also did my best to lap up every juicy drop of her discharge
without being told. I was trying to earn my fuck as Mistress had promised.

Mistress let me lick the other slave for a couple of minutes after her
orgasm subsided. At first I wondered if she was going to make me continue
until the woman came again. But really she was just making sure her other
slave stayed near her peak.

"Slaves, I want you to put on a little show for me," Mistress said.

When the other girl mumbled again through the gag I got worried. Apparently
she knew what was going on. Should I have been worried’ In hindsight I
suppose I'm glad I didn't see the diabolical apparatus Mistress had in mind
for us. I deduced that it was simple in its construction, but evil in its
design. It could have just been fun, but no, that would be too simple for
Mistress Jacqui and why just let two slaves have pleasure when you can have
a contest. The rules were simple. First girl to orgasm loses. My opponent
had just cum so I hoped she recovered quickly. I had cum not long before
her, but I was definitely in my go zone where I could have another orgasm
fairly quickly. (It's both a blessing and a curse) Mistress didn't give me
long to wait before discovering exactly what was expected. The other girl
could see what was going to happen so I guess that was why she was making
noises of displeasure.

Mistress told me to put my hands in front of me and then had me step over
something. She then carefully positioned me until I felt a dildo pressing
against my labia.

"You are straddling my very special teeter-totter," she told me as I felt
the dildo slip inside of me. As it went deeper I felt the bench part of the
totter touch my thighs and then my ass. Then as the dildo buried itself to
the base, I was lifted off the ground. Higher and higher I went until I
felt the jarring of the other end hitting the floor.

"Mount up slut," I heard Mistress tell the other girl. I felt the
teeter-totter shake a bit. Then I felt myself lowering until we reached
equilibrium with my feet touching the ground and the dildo concealed inside
of me.

"Here's the deal my little sub sluts," Mistress instructed us. "The two of
you are going to bounce up and down. I'm videotaping this and your faces
will be visible so give me a good show. First one to cum is the loser. The
winner is going to get to punish the loser in any manner she sees fit. The
punishment will also be taped. Any questions’" And then without waiting for
an answer, "Good. You may begin."

I felt my end of the teeter-totter rise up and soon my feet were off the
ground again. As a result, not only was I impaled on the dildo but my clit
came into contact with some kind of plastic nub that was also attached to
the seat. As I sc****d against it, I felt a shudder go through my body. I
knew I wasn't going to last long in the game.

My partner (I guess she was really my opponent) must have then pushed her
legs against the floor because I started to go down. If she really wanted
to win she could have just held me in the air and eventually that would
have sent me over the edge.

My body weight continued to press me onto the dildo until my feet hit the
floor. Then I slowly lowered myself until the teeter-totter hit the
floor. That gave me a little bounce as I fucked myself. But it also meant
my opponent was all the way in the air. I knew what that would be doing to
her so I didn't rush pushing myself back up. I let her dangle for just a
few seconds like she had done to me.

The dildo was no longer buried to its hilt inside of me since my legs were
holding me up. Just the tip was inside of me. As I pushed up with my legs,
however, I knew that would change quickly. I wasn't expecting how much of a
rush the quick penetration would be, however. It took my breath away and
when I reached the top and stimulated my clit again. The grunt that escaped
my mouth was clearly audible.

Back and forth we went. Each cycle brought me closer to orgasm and closer
to the punishment of losing the contest. Because the other girl was gagged,
I couldn't get a handle on how close she was to cumming. I could hear mews
of pleasure from behind her gag, but without my sight, it was impossible to
see if I had a chance of winning.

We repeated our cycle of bouncing up and down tormenting each other. Each
round my arousal got higher and higher. It wouldn't be long before I
exploded. I wished I could see my partner, but if I did, the sight of her
doing the same thing I was doing would have probably triggered my
climax. Over and over. Up and down I went. Struggling. Fighting against my
climax. I've got to hold back. I've got to win. It was so hard. I never
wanted to cum so much in my life.

Then she cheated. Well maybe she didn't since I didn't know the rules. But
the last time she was down at the floor, she only came up about 6 inches
and then she went back down and hit the floor hard. The result was two
fold. First when she went up, my dildo came out just a bit, but when she
stopped, I bottomed out on it again and hit my clit on the nub. That was
bad enough, but when she hit the floor I bounced up just enough to make
impaling myself again very stimulating. Then she did it again. And again. I
begged Mistress to make her stop. I knew she was fucking herself as hard as
she was fucking me, but that didn't matter. She was going to make me cum
and that was the real problem.

"OK, stop that," Mistress announced before telling us to both put our feet
on the ground. "I should whip you for that," she further scolded my
opponent.

I felt a wave of pride wash over me. But that was short lived. I heard the
sound of a large vibrator turning on. I thought Mistress was going to use
it on herself or perhaps my opponent, but instead I felt the firm head of a
Hitachi press against my clit. That was it. The fix was in. In an instant I
was done. I didn't care that I lost the contest. I started cumming
immediately. And I wasn't quiet about it.

"Looks like we have a winner," announced Mistress Jacqui. "And that also
means we have a loser."

I felt the teeter-totter go up one final time. Of course I was shamelessly
humping my dildo and rubbing my clit trying to prolong my orgasm. I felt
the board shake, as the other woman must have been dismounting. Then I felt
myself being lowered to the floor. I didn't have to be told to stand up. My
legs were shaky, but I managed. Then Mistress addressed me again.

"OK, Heather. Time for your punishment and then I'll send you home to think
about what happened tonight."

I didn't want the night to end. I certainly didn't want it to end with my
punishment. But maybe Mistress was just joking and she had something
pleasurable in mind for me. If only life were that easy.
I was led several feet from where I we had been on the teeter-totter. I was
sure Mistress had some other diabolical device waiting for me. My final
test started easy enough. My ankles were cuffed and clipped to hooks on the
floor meaning my legs were spread and I wasn't going to be closing them any
time soon. I felt a warm hand rub across my pussy and heard the gagged
woman grunt in appreciation. She was probably commenting on my wetness. She
gave my clit a quick rub and even fingered me for about 10 seconds.

While she was doing that, Mistress was busy cuffing my hands and then
pulling them above my head on some kind of hoist system. I was pulled
taught with just a very little wiggle room if I flexed my knees. I figured
they were done with me. I'd probably get spanked, paddled or flogged. But I
was wrong. Not about getting beaten, that was definitely in my future, but
I was wrong that they were done binding me.

I could hear Mistress fiddling with additional apparatus and I felt a rope
touch my shoulder. I shivered in anticipation. Then I felt Mistress' tongue
on my left nipple. It was already hard, but Mistress made sure my blood was
flowing to make it extra sensitive. I probably should have guessed that her
next move would be to attach nipple clamps, but I was still shocked at the
pressure she applied. Still she wasn't done.

I sensed her moving behind me. Then I felt a cool gel being spread against
my anus. Again I shouldn't have been surprised, but somehow I figured my
ass would be spared. The cool gel was soon joined by an even cooler metal
plug. Thankfully it wasn't huge and my ass was able to stretch and
accommodate it. Unlike other plugs I'd used, I could feel the handle of
this plug was curved and followed the contours of my ass. Mistress gave it
a tug to make sure it was seated properly and not going to come out until
she wanted it out.

I really wish I could have seen what she was doing. Next I felt the rope
being taken off my shoulder and felt the plug dancing in my ass as Mistress
was apparently tying the rope to the handle of the plug. I felt Mistress
tug at the rope to test her tie and it held fast. It also pulled the plug
up which was not a pleasant sensation. "This could get bad," I remember
thinking.

"Just relax," Mistress Jacqui told me as if she expected me to be able to
remain calm. "I need to thread this rope through a pully on the
ceiling. Give me a minute."

I'm sure that minute turned into two. She then told me she had to make it
just the right length. Again I felt it pulling on my butt plug. But that
was nothing compared to when she attached a clip to the chain between my
nipple clamps and then attached the clip to the other end of the rope. My
nipple and ass were thus connected via a pulley on the ceiling.

"As long as you keep your knees locked and don't squirm around too much,
you'll be fine," she told me. I had no doubt that would be easier said than
done.

My tormentors left me for another couple of minutes to stand in darkness
and think about my position. Of course my pussy was still leaking. It had
not received the memo that I shouldn't be enjoying this. Then I heard a
whoosh moments before feeling fire across my belly.

"That is a cat-o-nine-tails," Mistress told me matter-of-factly. "Stings
doesn't it," she said laughing. It wasn't the lash that hurt me so much as
the fact that since I wasn't expecting it my natural reaction was to twist
away and bend my knees. And you know the problem that caused. I quickly
snapped back to attention standing as straight as I could.

"Good girl," Mistress exclaimed. "You are a fast learner."

I smiled behind the mask at her praise.

"Now, I'm going to work on your back side while your friend works on your
front. We'll meet somewhere in the middle."

I gritted my teeth and waited. The second lash wasn't as bad as the
first. Did she use less force or was I just mentally prepared’ I'm not
sure, but I held my ground and didn't scream. That was a victory in my
mind. Then I felt a bare hand spank my ass. From there it was a free for
all. My ass was spanked and then paddled. I'm sure it would be black and
blue for a while and I would have trouble sitting. The cat was switched for
a riding crop as she moved to hitting my thighs while a flogger found its
home on my back. Of course that also hit my ass rope and that caused the
plug to hop, but at least it didn't pull the nipple clamps too hard. I
don't think any of my flesh from the shoulders down did not receive some
kind of impact. The bottoms of my feet were protected and they didn't seem
concerned with my arms. But everything else was fair game.

My skin tingled as my nerve endings fired an assault on my senses. Mistress
praised me for taking my punishment so well. I wanted to beg her to stop
and beg her to get me off again, but I resisted the urge. I wanted to prove
I could be a good slave to her and take whatever she could dish out. Of
course that wasn't true. I'm sure she could have hurt me if she really
wanted to. While these blows were painful, I knew they were not doing any
permanent damage. I'm sure I would have welts and lash marks, plus we
already talked about what my ass probably looked like, but in the end, that
would heal quickly before I made another trip to Laughlin.

One of the women took a moment to finger my pussy again. Then two fingers
were pushed through the mouth hole so I could suck my own juices. I made
sure to use a lot of suction showing how much I appreciated that little
gift of pleasure. Then I heard the telltale buzz of the Hitachi again. This
time the feeling was different though. Instead of the bulbous head against
my pussy, the immense vibration was concentrated in a small round
point. And of course, it was right on my clit. As I sure you figured, I
almost jumped out of my skin. I also almost ripped my nipples off. I didn't
care much about my ass at that point as the fire in my nipples raced
through my body.

"That wasn't very nice," I heard Mistress say to my teeter partner. "Do it
right."

Then I heard her address me. "I know you love the Hitachi. Have you ever
tried the g-spot attachment’" I shook my head.

All of a sudden the purpose behind the intense vibration became
apparent. The small round nub was attached to the end of the Hitachi. As I
felt nub and a short shaft being inserted into my very needy pussy it
became clear that some kind of cap was attached to the head of the
Hitachi. The vibrations were no longer concentrated on the outside of my
pussy. They were still there but they were also inside of me. And based on
what my Mistress had said, the end of the shaft would be right on my
g-spot.

I had tried to play with my special spot before without much luck. I'd
always been fortunate to be able to cum from clitoral stimulation so I
didn't give my g much thought. But now, bound and at their mercy with every
nerve firing in my body, I didn't have a choice. My orgasm was fast
building. Not quite as fast as on the teeter-totter, but fast
nonetheless. The buzzing shaft was working overtime on the spongy tissue
inside my pussy and the head of the Hitachi was doing its usual number on
my clit. When Mistress tugged on my nipple chain I hardly noticed. Soon I
was begging her for permission to cum.

"I'll let you cum soon slut, but you have to do something for me."
"Anything," I said between moans. "Just let me cum again."

"I'm going to hit your ass with a cane. It will hurt unlike anything you
have ever felt. I want you to hold out as long as you can. The more strokes
you take before you orgasm, the prouder I will be of you. Do you
understand’"

"Yes Mistress Jacquie," I answered struggling not to cum. "Count along
little girl," she told me before I heard the cane cut through the air.

I can't really describe the intense pain I felt as stroke one contacted my
ass. Mistress was careful to be just below the plug so the cane could
impact both sides of my ass. I screamed and then yelled, "One!" But
surprisingly, at least to me, as I screamed, my clit swelled against the
Hitachi. Far from killing my arousal, it made it stronger.

Was Mistress proud of me that I made it to four before I exploded’ I don't
know how many she expected me to withstand before fireworks burst across my
visionless face. My screams of pleasure could have woken the dead. The pain
from the cane morphed into pure pleasure as my body was consumed from the
center out. The other woman held the Hitachi hard against me allowing me to
ride it as a series of orgasms hit me in quick succession. My legs were
unable to support me any longer and I was held up by my wrists and the rope
holding my nipple clamps and butt plug. But the pain from both only served
to drive me deeper into climax.
It was a never-ending orgasm, or so it seemed. Eventually my body began to
shut down from the mix of pain and pleasure. My breathing became labored
and I felt like I might lose consciousness, although I don't think I did. I
remember the Hitachi being pulled from my grateful pussy. I remember the
fire in my nipples as the clamps were removed and I remember feeling empty
when the plug was pulled out of my ass.

I continued to hang by my wrists as I heard movement around me and perhaps
toys and equipment being put away. Then I heard feet on the stairs going up
and soon more feet coming down. My ankles were removed from their cuffs
first. Then my hands were lowered. If I could have seen her I would have
d****d my arms over my Mistress and hugged her. But that was not to happen.

I felt my leash being tugged down and understood that I was to get on my
hands and knees once again. I followed the lead in total darkness back up
the stairs and once again over the concrete patio where I had entered the
house. I came in as a dog and I went out as a dog. The limo driver's deep
voice told me again to relieve myself. No bowl this time though. This time
when I pissed I wasn't concerned with the consequences. What a difference a
couple of hours can make. I felt my stream splatter against my thigh, but I
didn't care.

The grass was cooler this time as I was led back to the limo. I didn't care
if any neighbors might have seen me. I was Mistress Jacqui's slut now and
she could use me as she saw fit. Once I was in the car my hands were cuffed
behind my back and the driver then made sure I was seat belted in. I tried
to thrust my loins toward him as he was bent over me working the buckle. If
he wanted to stop out of Mistress' view and fuck me that was fine by
me. But he was too well trained to fall for my offer. He didn't say a word
as we drove through the night.

I didn't bother trying to track the turns between Mistress' house and my
own. I didn't even worry about how long it took so I could figure out a
radius of where the house could be. I just sat naked and happy in the back
of the car. My pussy satisfied, at least for now. When I got home he
removed the hood. It felt strange not to be wearing it. Its feeling like a
second skin had become my new reality.

Later that night as I lay in bed reliving every moment since I left for the
adult bookstore I frigged myself with a ferocity I'd never known before
while masturbating. But my satisfaction brought by my own hands was nothing
compared to the orgasms granted by Mistress Jacqui.

I wasn't sure if I'd passed her test or whether tonight was some kind of
initiation. But I knew she had awoken feelings in me which now could never
be put away. I prayed she would take me into her service. I prayed my
husband would understand. I prayed that she would call me the next day and
give me another task. But most of all I dreamed of the day when the next
orgasm she gave me made tonight's climaxes pale in comparison. I didn't
know if that was possible. But if anybody could do it, it was Mistress
Jacqui.
Bad Wife, Good Sub - Chapter 4, Lesbian Authoritarian
Bad Wife, Good Sub - Chapter 04 By Tappy McWidestance
The next morning I woke up sore, but feeling great. Mistress Jacqui had
been rough with me. I would have preferred if we had more sex, but I
couldn't deny the feelings she had awoken in me. I hoped there would be an
email waiting for me with instructions to rush back to her arms, but there
was not. I suppose I shouldn't have expected her to be emotionally lost
without me the way I knew I'd feel without her. I knew she had many other
slaves, both male and female to serve her and I was just another toy to
her. But still, I thought maybe my being new would excite her. Oh
well. Back to the usual grind I suppose.

I made breakfast and showered. I checked my email again but there was
nothing. I thought about email her and thanking her for last night, but I
decided against it. I didn't want to look to needy or anxious. Instead I
got dressed and headed to the gym.

At first my workout was nothing special. As I exercised my mind was focused
not on my activity but on Mistress Jacqui and what she had done to me.
Then Toni arrived and I switched from lifting to our favorite bikes. They
were the two on the end of the cardio room. Not exactly private for an
intimate conversation, but a little more so than the machines in the middle
of the room. I had a lot of questions for Toni. Hopefully the other people
at the gym would all be plugged into their music players or phones and we
could talk openly.

Toni seemed to be walking gingerly as she approached me. She looked like
she had injured herself. Maybe she pulled her hamstring or something. She
gave me a hug as a greeting and then we got on the bikes. Riding, she
didn't seem hurt as she set a brisk pace. She seemed very focused and not
in the mood to talk. I tried to match her pace, but I was too worn out
from the night before to keep up with her. I slowed down a bit, but kept
riding. After a few minutes Toni turned her head to me.

"You had better get in better shape if you want Mistress to keep you
around. We were not up that late last night."

She then turned her head forward and sped up a little. I was stunned. She
had said "we" were not up that late. Immediately I realized that Toni had
been the other woman in the playroom.

I had so many questions for her, but as I said, she didn't seem in the mood
to talk. Maybe she was mad at me about something. Did I do something wrong
last night’ Did I take time away from her with Mistress Jacqui and did that
upset her’

We finished working out and headed to the locker room. I was in the shower
before her having decided not to linger and engage her in conversation. As
usual at that time of the morning the showers were empty and the water was
warm. It felt great to have the soothing water cascade over my sore
body. Toni came in soon after me. She took the shower next to me. That was
not unusual. I never told her that I liked having her standing naked next
to me. I definitely got a voyeuristic thrill looking at her and now that we
had been together, the attraction was even stronger. Although I had been
blindfolded last night, I remember what her body felt like. Now I could
examine her more closely and know what I had touched. I tried not to ogle
her overtly, but I was definitely sneaking glances. It did not occur to me
at the time that she was doing the same to me. She had seen me at my most
vulnerable last night with nothing left to hide. I don't think seeing me in
the shower meant as much to her. But maybe I was wrong.

During one of my sneaky glances (which it turns out was not so sneaky) I
saw Toni looking toward the locker room. Apparently she was satisfied that
nobody else was coming into the showers because she moved closer to me and
took my hands in hers. At first she just sensually touched my palms and our
fingers intertwined. My heart started to race. I closed my eyes feeling
again the excitement of the night before. My breathing slowed and
deepened. I moved my head forward and puckered my lips in anticipation of
kissing her passionately. But instead I felt my body being pushed backward
and my arms being raised above my head.

With a thud I hit the shower wall. The tile was cold to the touch compared
to the warm water. My entire back felt like ice and I felt a shiver run
through my body. With grace and skill Toni had left go of my fingers and
was now pressing my wrists against the wall. She was holding them firmly
and although I'm sure I could have broken free, I didn't want to get away
from her.

Although my back was cold, my front was hot. Not so much from the water but
from the heat of her body pressing against mine. And then there was the
kiss.

Ever since she took my hands and I closed my eyes I had been imagining the
most passionate kiss you can envision. Toni did not disappoint. Oh it
wasn't the fiery dueling tongues mad capped French variety. It was a firm,
yet somehow gentle, all encompassing kiss which melted me to the core. The
feeling of her breasts mashing against mine, her hard nipples rubbing
against mine own, and her pubic bone pressing against my pussy left me in
an aroused state surrendering to her will. If she had not been holding me
I'm sure I would have fallen to the shower floor.

I felt her bring my wrist together so she could hold them both with one
hand. Again I chose not to try to get away. I was hers. With her right hand
free, I felt it slide tenderly down my cheek. Only now did I open my eyes
to look at her. Her eyes were not the soft loving eyes I had expected. They
were firm, boring through me with a fiery intensity I had not seen from her
before. She drew a finger across my lips. I started to open my mouth
assuming she wanted me to suck her finger but she didn't stop long enough.
Her finger continued down my neck. I tilted my head up in an involuntary
reflex. I tried to arch my back but was blocked by her body, which was
still pressed against me. What a sight we must had been if anybody else was
watching. If we'd been backlit we would have looked like an artistic adult
movie. As her finger continued down she began to move away from me ever so
slightly. Her finger went between my cleavage. At first I thought she was
going to skip my breasts and continue to my pussy, not a bad plan in my
book, but once her tender finger reached the bottom swell of my breast it
curled around the underside. Then instead of a slow moving finger, her hand
unfolded and she grabbed my left breast forcefully and squeezed. Not that I
didn't enjoy her action, but she caught me off guard and I'm sure my face
showed my surprise. With her palm cupping my breast and her nails digging
into my sensitive flesh, her thumb began to rub back and forth over my
nipple. I gasped as a lightning bolt shot through my body.

As you can imagine, my breast was not her final destination. As soon as she
had given me just enough pleasure through my nipple her hand continued down
my body. As it ventured down my stomach she leaned in and kissed me
again. She was more forceful this time, trying to bend me to her will, as
if she would have any problem getting me to do anything she wanted.

When she reached my pussy her two middle fingers slide easily inside of me
leaving her thumb free to dance on my clit. She began to pull her lips away
from my mouth. I pushed my head forward in an effort to continue the kiss,
but it was in vain. A string of saliva hung in the air as she pulled way
before the water of the shower washed it away. As she began to finger me in
earnest I began to feel my knees begin to buckle. It was that moment when
she began to speak. Or should I say strike.

"Oh, that's what baby girl wants is it’" she taunted me rhetorically. I
just moaned. "I've seen girls like you come and go. Mistress likes her new
toys but they never last. I've lasted. Don't you forget it. I can make you
cum as hard as she does if I want. And I can convince her to drop you from
the rotation if you don't keep me happy."

My mind was not really concentrating on her words as my body was totally
focused on the pleasure her fingers was bringing me.

"I understand Mistress Jacqui's need for fresh meat. And I love serving her
with all my heart. But last night I didn't get my needs met and that has to
change. So right now you are going to get down on your knees and eat my
pussy. And you had better do it right because otherwise I'll take you back
into the locker room and paddle that ass of yours raw. Do we understand
each other’"

I was still distracted by her fingers, but I heard enough of what she said
to remember "knees" and "eat my pussy." I nodded. She released my
wrists. "Then do it slut and do it well."

In an instant our relationship changed. As my knees hit the warm tile floor
of the shower and I saw her very aroused pussy in front of me I realized I
now had two mistresses, although I didn't tell her that. I gingerly moved
my head forward unsure of what style she wanted me to employ. I wasn't sure
if she wanted nice and tender or hard and naughty. She made the decision by
grabbing my hair and pulling me forcefully against her cunt. "Get in there
bitch," I remember hearing her say. And get in there I did.

I didn't think I was doing such a good job. She was basically just rubbing
herself off on my face. But I was good with that. Whatever Toni wanted
right then was good with me. Even when she spun around and pulled my face
against her ass I was ok with whatever she chose. "Get your nose in there
deep," she called out. "Then use your tongue," she exclaimed as she pulled
my head up moving me where she wanted me.

It was my first rim job but I based on her reaction I doubt it will be my
last. I had both hand on her hips pulling her tightly against my face. Her
hand was still intertwined in my hair pulling me tighter still against her
backside. I couldn't tell but I imagined her other hand was rubbing her
pussy. Then I heard a gasp. But it wasn't from Toni and it certainly wasn't
from me.

"What the fuck’" I heard a woman's voice exclaim. "You can't do that in
here! I'm getting the manager."

Then I heard Toni reply. "She's got a talented tongue. She'll be happy to
service you in exchange for your silence."

Although I'd been shared by Mistress Jacqui with the girl from the adult
bookstore, that was the first time I felt like I was being pimped out. I
peeked out from behind Toni's ass to look at the woman who interrupted
us. She was not without her charms. She was a brunette, older like me, and
in good shape. I guess eating her pussy wouldn't be a bad thing. But she
wasn't interested. "Fuck you dyke!" she screamed at Toni. "I'll have you
kicked out of this gym." With that she stormed off back into the locker
room. I was nervous, but Toni didn't seem upset. She simply spun around
again so my mouth was on her pussy.

"It will take her a minute or two to get dressed then she has to find the
manager. Hurry up and get me off."

I was amazed that she still wanted sex. I was ready to get dressed myself
and hightail it out of the gym. But I was in no position to argue. I pushed
my tongue into her pussy. It was wetter than when I starting to tongue her
ass. Between my analingous and being caught, Toni's arousal went into
overdrive. I was confident I could get her off quickly. I quickly began
alternating between licking the soft wet folded of her pussy and sucking on
her hard, exposed clitoris. And I could tell my efforts were appreciated as
her juices were flowing freely into my mouth.

"Finger fuck me while you do that. Use both hands. Do my ass at the same
time."

If the manager returned with the other woman at that moment she would have
a great view as my middle finger on my left hand pushed easily into Toni's
ass. It was obvious anal play was something she did frequently because her
rosebud opened right up for my invading finger.

"I can barely feel that," she exclaimed. "Use two or three fingers babe,"
she called out to me. I added a second finger to her ass while with my
right hand I sought out her pussy. Pulling my mouth back momentarily I
pushed three fingers into her and began rubbing her clit much like she had
done to me. I alternated using my thumb and my tongue on her clit and I
must have been doing something right because she climaxed very quickly
after I had begun my dual penetration.

Toni didn't have the wild screaming orgasm I had hoped she would. Maybe she
was more concerned about being caught than she led on. But she definitely
came. I felt her ass clamp down on my fingers as did her pussy and the
cutest whimper escaped her lips. I was happen with myself for getting her
off as she grabbed both my wrists again and pulled my fingers out of her
now satisfied holes. She then held both my hands under the water spray and
rubbed them together cleaning off the evidence of our tryst. Then she
pulled me to my feet.

"Everyday when we work out you are going to get me off. It might be here at
the gym or it might be at my house, but your job now includes making me
orgasm. Do you understand’"

I nodded.

"Good. Now get dressed before the manager arrives. Deny everything. We'll
be fine."

I got the sense this wasn't the first time she'd been caught in this shower
and wondered how many other women she had recruited for Mistress Jacqui. I
couldn't help but admire her ass as she walked out of the shower. I'd never
licked someone's asshole before and was glad she had basically forced me to
for my first time. But I had to admit to myself I did enjoy her dominating
me in the shower. I don't think I'd want her as my full time
mistress. Mistress Jacqui was still my preference as far as that went, but
I could hardly complain about what we just did. I was still sitting on the
shower floor daydreaming about pleasuring Toni when the manager walked into
the shower area with the woman who caught us.

"She's the one," the woman said pointing toward me. "The other one must be
by the lockers."

The manager looked at me. I'm sure I looked guilty.

"Please come to my office after you dress," she said calmly. Then she
turned to walk back to the lockers. I quickly stood up and followed them. I
didn't bother to wrap my towel around my body. They had both seen me naked
already and if Toni and I somehow offended the woman who busted us, I
wanted to make her as uncomfortable as I could. I also wanted to see them
confront Toni.

By the time I reached them Toni was already dressed and in full denial
mode. The woman who caught us was incredulous. The manager was smiling. She
told the woman that since there was no evidence that Toni did anything her
hands were tied. The woman stormed off in a huff and then Toni and the
manager walked out of the locker room. I started getting dressed.
I assumed from the manager's smile that she knew Toni and that she wasn't
really going to kick me out of the gym. But I was still nervous as I walked
out of the locker room. I saw Toni standing by the juice bar and walked up
to her. She handed me a smoothie.

"Don't worry about Kim. She's cool. She'll just tell you to knock it off in
the locker room."

That made me feel a little better. I really liked this gym and I didn't
want to have to find a new one. I found her office and knocked on the
door. It opened quickly and the woman waved her hand bidding me entrance to
the small room. There was a desk with two chairs on one side and a single
larger chair on the other. Besides a couple of exercised themed posters and
the PC, the office was sparsely furnished.

"May I have your gym card," were the first words she spoke and I handed it
over. Maybe Toni was wrong I began to think. The woman slid my card through
a mag strip reader and my account appeared on the screen.

"Looks like you are quite a regular, Heather," she said. I hate to lose a
loyal member, but I can't have you and Toni fucking in the shower."

I started to protest but she waved her hand.

"Look, I don't care if you are gay or what you do in your private life,"
she said. Again I started to protest and told her that I was married.

"OK, so you are bi. As I said, your private business is your private
business. But this gym is my business. You want to fuck Toni after your
workout, that is fine, but don't do it in public. I don't like being a pain
in everybody's ass, but I've warned her before. If it happens again, I'm
going to have to take action."

I didn't say anything, but I nodded. I didn't realize it but I was looking
down at the time in my submissive pose. I don't know if Kim picked up on
that or not, but she stood and walked around her desk where I was
sitting. In the cramped office she was very close to me. She was wearing
workout shorts and a tank top, although she obviously had not been sweating
since her last shower. In fact I caught a whiff of her intoxicating
perfume.

Kim sat on the edge of her desk right in front of me. There really wasn't
space for her to cross her legs so she sat with them slightly apart. My
eyes were naturally drawn to her strong thighs and her shorts. Then she
spread her legs. Her shorts were pulled tight across her crotch.

"I see from your entry records you like to work out early. And I see from
your eyes, your husband doesn't really hold your interest any more. I think
you need a sexual release before you begin your workout so that you and
Toni can keep your hands off each other. That really would be the best
solution to our problem."

Again I couldn't really speak and could only nod.

"I know the kind of women Toni likes. She liked girl who can take
orders. They also have to be skilled at eating pussy. So right now you are
going to prove me right on both counts. You are going to remove my shorts
and make me cum. If you are good, I'll let you do this every time you come
to the gym before your workout. Do you understand."

I nodded my head and raised my hands to her legs. I ran my hands up each of
her legs until I reached the waistband of her shorts. She helped by sliding
her butt off the edge of the desk holding herself aloft by her hands. After
her shorts cleared the edge of the desk she sat back down.

Kim didn't grab my hair and was in no way forceful. She was happy to just
sit back and let me lick her. When I tried to finger her she pushed my hand
away and told me no. She wanted to be brought off with just my mouth.

I probably took 15 minutes to make her cum. She even took a couple of phone
calls although she didn't have me stop. She was quiet. I wasn't sure I was
doing a good job for her. In fact I had no warning before her body suddenly
stiffened. Even when she came she barely made a sound. I was actually a bit
disappointed. I wanted some kind of feedback. She told me I was good and
thanked me, but I felt empty emotionally when I was done. She said if I
wanted to masturbate I could use the room and even confessed that she had a
vibe in her drawer I could borrow. But I really just wanted to get out of
there so I declined.

"Don't forget, Heather. You're on probation at this gym. I expect to see
you in this office before you start to work out."

"I will not forget, Kim," I told her and walked out of the office. I
expected to see Toni waiting for me since I was sure she knew what had
happened, but she was gone. I drove home thinking about what had
happened. I'd pleasured two women at the gym without being served
myself. But in a weird way I felt OK with that. Mistress Jacqui certainly
used me for her pleasure more than my own and Toni and Kim did the same. I
had been aroused in the shower and in Kim's office and my pussy was still
wet when I got home.

Fortunately Mistress Jacqui was online and allowed me to cam my
masturbation so she could watch and instruct me. She teased me for a long
time denying me permission to cum, but when I finally came it was way
better than either Kim or Toni could have done for me.

Mistress Jacqui told me to keep Thursday night free for my next task. I
thanked her for the orgasm and told her I would keep my schedule clear. The
next day I went to the gym again. After I changed into my workout clothes I
went to Kim's office. Again she let me in quickly. The computer must have
notified her that I had checked in, as she appeared to have been expecting
me.

"I have a conference call starting in 5 minutes. Crawl under my desk," was
all she said.

I did as she instructed. This time she didn't have me pull off her shorts
but simply pulled aside the crotch exposing an already wet pussy. I wonder
if she was playing with herself before I got there. I went to work licking
her the same way I did the day before. A few minutes later I heard her dial
into the conference call. The gym was part of a chain and I guess the
managers got together to talk. I was amazed at her ability to carry on
business while I was hedonistically pleasuring her. Then the door opened. I
recognized the voice as the girl from the front desk. She asked some inane
question and Kim answered them without missing a beat. Only after the door
closed did I realize my feet must be visible from the other side of the
desk. The girl at the front desk was very young. I think she was a student
at the local community college although she looked younger. I wondered if
she saw me come into the office and didn't see me leave. "Great," I
thought. "Another person at the gym knows I like to suck pussy."

But Kim wasn't done with me yet so I continued doing by best to bring her
off. Eventually I did, but again she came almost silently. That was really
starting to bug me. I thought about how Mistress Jacqui could cure her of
that affliction. When she was done she moved so I could crawl out from
under the desk.

"Have a good workout, Heather," she told me. "And keep your hands off Toni
if she shows up.

"Yes, Mam," I replied, for the first time being able to form a complete
sentence around her.

I left her office. The girl at the desk gave me a knowing smile. I realized
I had not wiped Kim's juices from my face. I had become accustomed to
wearing the rewards of my work and forgot for a minute that I was in
public. Looking at her I wondered if she would make a play for me as
well. I went out into the gym to look for Toni, but I didn't find her. I
wasn't sure if she just had not arrived yet or if she was trying to avoid
me. It turned out she was just running late.

Our workout was 100% normal in that we worked out hard, talked a bit about
sex but didn't talk about what happened in the shower and she never asked
me about what happened in Kim's office.

After we were done and in the shower I kind of expected her to pin me
against the wall again. Toni was looking at me with lust again the way she
had yesterday. I was tempted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her
passionately, but she took the lead yesterday and since it was in my nature
to follow, I figured I'd let her direct the action, if any.

As it turned out she had a plan, but it didn't involve another public
performance. Just before we finished our shower she did embrace me,
although there was no kiss. She told me I was to follow her home where "we
wouldn't be interrupted." That sounded good to me. After dressing we were
walking out together when Kim saw us and called Toni into her office. I
figured I might be waiting a while so I started chatting up the girl at the
reception desk. I wanted to see if she would mention seeing my feet under
Kim's desk, but she didn't. She seemed reluctant to say anything except
small talk. Toni was only in Kim's office a couple of minutes, but when she
came back out both of them looked at me and smiled. I was sure I was the
topic of their conversation. But neither mentioned it and I followed Toni
out to head to her place.

I wasn't sure exactly what to expect at Toni's house. Did she have a wild
BDSM party planned for me or was she just going to use me to get herself
off like she had in the shower. As it turned out, much to my
disappointment, she just wanted me to get her off. She stripped out of her
pants and panties and sat down on the couch. She didn't give me a specific
command, she just pointed to the floor in front of her. I knew what she
wanted and got down on my knees between her legs.

I wish she had restrained me or given me some kind of stimulation, but she
was content to just have me munch away on her pussy. I did put my arms
behind my back to simulate her having bound me, but it wasn't the same. I
managed to make her climax fairly quickly (I was getting better at eating
pussy) but apart of a curt "thank you" she didn't give me any feedback. She
just told me to leave and walked out of the room. I felt more used than I
had before when performing all manner of perverted tasks for Mistress
Jacqui. Toni gave me no reciprocal pleasure and simply used me to get off.

The next couple of days at the gym followed a similar pattern. I had to
make Kim cum in her office and then I would dutifully follow Toni home and
pleasure her, but neither showed an interest in making me cum. Both seemed
content to being pillow princesses. Each day, though, when I left Toni's I
would drive straight home and masturbate. With the thoughts of submitting
to both women without the promise of reciprocity fresh in my head, I always
got off quickly. Mistress Jacqui was on line one day so I could broadcast
my slutty behavior to her, but the other days I just performed for
myself. She did give me another exhibition task on Thursday (I had to show
myself off at a seedy bar on Industrial Avenue) but even that felt
stale. After a couple of weeks it started to become a very unfulfilling
existence. I needed an exciting task from Mistress Jacqui. Fortunately for
me, she provided one.

I had just finished a hot and steamy phone sex session with Mistress
Jacqui. I was laying in my backyard by the pool. My tiny bikini that I had
been wearing had been shed long ago. It was late afternoon so my body was
dripping in sweat and the afterglow of a massive climax. I wanted to jump
into the pool to cool off, but my body was still recovering and I could not
peal myself off the chaise lounge. Mistress Jacqui had me wearing a
Bluetooth headset so I would have both my hands free as she directed me how
to tease my pussy, clit, nipples and ass for at least a half an hour before
letting me cum. Without the aid of my usual vibrating toys, it always takes
me longer to orgasm, but the last ten minutes or so were blissful agony as
I struggled not to climax until she gave me permission. Although I was
nervous about being outside in the beginning (my yard is not the most
private place) by the end I would have walked out to the street in front of
my house if she ordered it to get the release by body craved.

Finally my body calmed down and I was able to jump in the refreshing water
to cool off. I didn't stay in the pool long figuring I'd take a quick
nap. I picked up my bikini but didn't bother putting it on. I just walked
to my back door. I did look around to see if any neighbors were watching,
but didn't see anybody. I had one young couple who lived next door. She was
a real cutie and I wouldn't mind fucking her. On the other side was an
older couple that I had no sexual interest in. They were retired so if
anybody saw me it was probably them. I smiled to myself thinking about the
old guy yanking his cock trying to get a rise out of it while he watched me
masturbate.

I slipped beneath my silk sheets and was sleep almost immediately. Although
I figured I'd only be grabbing a quick nap, apparently my body needed the
rest because when I woke it was dark already. I woke with a jolt. I also
noticed my right hand was between my legs and my pussy and fingers were
wet. I didn't remember what I had dreamed about, but apparently it was
good.

I was glad I woke when I did because there was a message from Mistress
Jacqui waiting for me and she had a new task for me to complete. To say
just seeing the title of the email (it simply said `Task') made me excited
was an understatement. The instructions were more detailed that her
previous tasks. I was to dress "sexy." She went on to say she meant not
slutty, but more refined and elegant. However, my skirt was to be very
short, I was to wear thigh high stockings and heels. I was to wear a sheer
blouse, unbuttoned to show an expanse of cleavage with a demi cup push up
bra to accentuate my positives. So far I liked my new task.

The second part wasn't quite so nice. I kind of expected her to tell me to
go walk Freemont Street again or maybe strut up and down the strip. Instead
she told me to go to the Bellagio. Now I understood why she wanted me to
dress more elegantly. The next part of my task was to go to a specific bar
she chose. I'd been there before and remembered it had many small pub
height tables each with just two chairs. I was to sit on the chair and
cross my legs. Oh, did I mention she commanded me not to wear underwear’
Immediately I understood her plan was that I would hold my legs in a manner
to expose myself if anyone happened to notice.

Her instructions continued that I was to wear my remote control vibrating
egg. When I sat down I was to set it on random. This particular unit had a
small remote that looked like the unlock remote for a car, but with 4
buttons instead of two. I was to leave my keys on the table with the remote
in plain sight. She didn't say it, but I assumed she hoped somebody would
recognize what the remote controlled.

I wondered if she intended for me to just tease myself, but her
instructions made that clear as well. I was to allow myself to get picked
up. This made my blood run cold. Throughout my time with Mistress Jacqui I
had managed not to directly cheat on my husband. I didn't consider being
with another woman cheating, but if I went through with my task that was
going to change tonight. She finished by saying I was to pick someone who
would understand my motivations, was willing to dominate me, that I should
bring toys (she suggested bringing cuffs at a minimum but I knew I would
bring a bagful) and that she wanted a picture of my partner.

She didn't say it, but I knew if I refused, I wouldn't have any additional
contact with her ever again. I wasn't willing to risk that outcome. I began
to get dressed. Looking at my watch I realized it was 9pm. By the time I
got there it would be 10 or later. Not that the time was a problem, mind
you. Even on a Thursday night the joint would be jumping, as they say.

I dressed as she ordered and hopped in my car. My biggest concern was being
recognized. We had friends who worked at the Bellagio, but hopefully they
would either be off tonight or would not run into me. I felt like a
complete slut swinging my legs out of the car as the valet held my door. As
my legs spread I could feel the cool night air blow across my pussy. I was
already dripping in anticipation from the drive over and I wanted to just
grab the valet and fuck him on the spot. He smiled as he looked down at my
long exposed legs. The slit in my skirt had allowed it to open up as I
pivoted. I'm not sure that he saw my pussy, but I didn't really care if he
had. I almost asked what time he finished working, but I knew that wasn't
Mistress' plan. I just smiled back at him and walked into the casino. I
felt his eyes following my ass.

I had not put the egg in yet. As wet as I was I doubted I could have held
it in while I walked. I'm sure that was part of Mistress' plan to humiliate
me. I knew security had scanners to detect electronic devices, and while a
vibrating egg wasn't i*****l in a casino, being searched certainly would
have been humiliating. I walked through the casino feeling naughtier with
every step. Along the way I saw plenty of gorgeous young women with old
guys throwing away thousands at the tables. I remembered a game called
"niece / no niece" that my husband taught me. The idea was to people watch
and try to figure out which couples were real (no niece) and which couples
were together because the guy was wealthy and powerful or the girl was a
gold digger (niece). Of course tonight I was a niece, although my
motivation wasn't money but the power my Mistress held over me.

I found the bar Mistress had required. It was near the poker room and not
far from the blackjack tables. I began to wonder if one of the rich guys
with the arm candy might try to pick me up for a three-way. I had not
considered that possibility. It made my pussy gush a little more. At least
if I had another women with me, I could enjoy her while the man did what he
had to do. I looked around and spotted a bathroom. I hurried to it and went
into a stall. I quickly peed and then pulled the vibrating egg out of my
oversized purse containing a wide variety of toys, just in case. I took a
deep breath and slid it into my hungry pussy. It went in easily. Too
easily. I really began to worry that I wouldn't be able to hold it in
without panties. I pressed the remote and the egg sprung to life. Then I
cycled through the modes until the LED next to R (for random) was lit. It
was time.
Bad Wife, Good Sub Chapter 05 By Tappy McWidestance
I gingerly walked out of the ladies' room praying the egg wouldn't turn on
until I reached the bar stool. I scanned the bar area and didn't see
anybody I thought of as a prospective partner. Although I was nervous about
being recognized, I didn't just want to grab the first guy and take him
upstairs. Mistress Jacqui had been very specific in her instructions to
choose somebody who at least understood the scene, although finding someone
who was into the scene certainly would be better. I sat at one of the
small tables. The pub height chair meant when I crossed my legs they would
be at waist level for anybody walking by. The short skirt meant plenty of
my stocking covered legs were exposed. I began to worry that I looked like
a prostitute as the table I chose conveniently would be visible from most
positions in the bar. While Vegas is a wild, open town, prostitution is
still i*****l in Clark County and I knew the casinos did not support
working girls hanging out at the bars. Just then the egg sprung to life
causing me to gasp. Any thought of being hassled for being there
disappeared. I squeezed my thighs together to make sure the egg wouldn't
squirt out and felt some of my juices leaking out of my pussy and running
down my thighs. I strained not to react, but I'm sure if someone was
watching they would know something was amiss.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. I knew the egg would turn off soon
as it was programmed to stay on only for between 30 seconds and a
minute. Unfortunately this time it was closer to a minute. I could feel an
orgasm beginning to build and I was afraid I would cum sitting on the
stool, but then it turned off. My mouth unclenched, I breathed a sigh of
relief and I opened my eyes. I took a quick scan around the bar and nobody
seemed to notice. Nobody noticed except perhaps a woman sitting on the
other side of the bar who was staring at me.

She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. She had dark hair and was
wearing big, dark sunglasses. She was wearing a dress showing off an ample
chest and appeared to be in her 40s. Because of the position of the bar, I
couldn't see her body below her breasts, but immediately I was attracted to
her. I figured she could only see my face and chest as well and wondered
what my facial contortions must have looked like to her. A waitress
appeared and took my order for white wine. If she had noticed me buzzing
myself, she didn't say anything. Before she returned I remembered to put my
key chain with the remote onto the table in plain sight. When the waitress
placed my glass next to my keys, I tried to gauge the look in her eyes to
see if she noticed or knew what it controlled. If she did, she gave no
indication.

I look back at the exotic brunette across the bar. She had diverted her
attention from me and was talking to a much younger blonde. I caught both
looking my way briefly and then turning back to each other. The older
brunette was drinking wine like me while the blonde had a mixed drink of
some kind. She drank it quickly and then walked back to the poker
room. Then the egg turned on again. Again I shut my eyes and clenched my
teeth. Thankfully this time it was on a shorter length of time. But that
did little to quench my arousal. Again I felt an orgasm building and I
resigned myself to eventually cumming on this stool and the embarrassment
that would bring. Of course the thought also turned me on more making it
inevitable that it would be a self-fulfilling prophesy.

When I opened my eyes this time the brunette was not watching. Now she was
sitting with a guy at her table. He seemed familiar too. He was wearing
sunglasses like she was, but also a gray hoodie. That seemed out of place
given our surroundings. He was about her age and was drinking a beer. He
also basically slammed it like the blonde before him and then walked back
to the poker room. Then I figured out who he was. He was Phil Locke,
nicknamed the Unibomber, for his habit of pulling his hoodie tight around
his face while playing poker. If I was right, that meant the brunette was
actress Jennifer Tilly. I didn't know much about the poker world, but my
husband made me watch on TV enough to know they were the celebrity couple
of the poker world. I didn't recognize the blonde, but she must be a player
too and was obviously friends with Jennifer.

I was actually excited at the prospect of meeting Tilly. I had enjoyed her
movies and knew she had won a World Series of Poker bracelet. I remember as
a young woman seeing her in Let It Ride. Even though I wasn't bisexual back
then (or at least I didn't realize it yet) I remember thinking the little
red dress she squeezed into was incredibly hot. It must have been a
precursor to my love of large breasts as I remember all these years later
seeing her tits spill out the top of that dress throughout the movie. And
here she was. She had gained weight through the years, but she was still
hot.

Just then another glass of wine arrived at my table. I had not ordered
it. The waitress said it was with the complements of two guys sitting at
the other end of the bar. Just looking at them I could tell they thought I
was a hooker. Then the damn egg turned on again. I involuntarily shut my
eyes. I knew they were watching, but the buzzing sensation in my pussy was
ruling my subconscious and there was no way I could hide my emotions. When
I finally regained my faculties I noticed them laughing a bit in my
direction. I also noticed Jennifer staring at me intently.

I wanted to approach her, but I was too scared the egg would slide out of
my pussy. The guys came over and I politely thanked them for the drink but
then brushed them off saying I was waiting for someone. That scene repeated
itself a couple of times. I didn't get a Dom vibe from any of the men who
approached me. Nobody was talking to Jennifer. I wondered if they were
intimidated by her or just enjoying my exhibitionism more. After four
glasses of wine I was feeling tipsy and had to tell the waitress not to
bring me any more. I was starting to feel like I might not find my Dom in
shining armor here tonight. I could lie to Mistress Jacqui and make up a
story, but somehow I knew she had a spy watching me and would know I was
lying to her. I watched the waitress tell a couple of other guys I didn't
want another drink. Another 10 minutes passed. I was ready to give up and
admit I had failed. Then the damn egg turned on again. This time it stayed
on for the full minute although it seemed longer. I was struggling not to
orgasm and with my eyes tightly shut I imagined the entire bar was watching
me. Finally it stopped and I opened my eyes. I was shocked to see an
expanse of firm thighs and the bottom hem of a short dress fill my field of
vision. As I scanned upward I saw a pair of magnificent breasts,
intoxicating cleavage and a smiling Hollywood actress turned poker
professional standing in front of me. She had two glasses of wine. "Do you
mind if I sit down’" she asked. Her voice was sultry like it had been in
Bound. It was much more appealing than her tinny "bimbo" voice from Let It
Ride. I just nodded. I couldn't speak.

She gracefully pulled the chair out and swung her butt up onto the padded
seat. Unfortunately the table blocked my view of her legs swinging up
underneath it. Finally I was able to steady myself. I held out my hand.

"Hi, I'm Heather," I said trying not to sound nervous.

She took my hand in hers. "I'm Jennifer," she said. I noticed she didn't
release my hand immediately but turned it to look at my wedding ring.

"I know who you are," I told her. "I've been a fan of you for a long time."

It seemed like she was upset that I said "a long time." Maybe she thought
that made her sound old. I decided to change the subject.

"What are you doing here’" I asked. "Was that Phil who came over before’
Were you playing poker’"

She told me there was a big multiday tournament going on but that she got
bounced early in the first round. I could tell she was upset about it.
Just then the egg turned on. Damn random setting. When I opened my eyes
again about 40 seconds later, she was staring intently at me.

"Do you mind if I ask what that was all about’ I noticed you drifting off a
couple times from across the bar."

My face instantly blushed. I knew she had noticed before, but having her
call me out on it while she was sitting in front of me was the most
embarrassing feeling in the world. I tried to think of some kind of nifty
lie, but I couldn't. So I just told her the truth. Well at least some of
the truth.

"I'm wearing a vibrating egg. It's set to go on at random times," I told
her trying to sound proud and not like some kind of freak.

She looked at me in disbelief. "Really’" she asked.

"Really," I replied. Then I looked down at my keys subconsciously trying to
let her make the connection. She continued to just look into my eyes. Even
without the egg buzzing I was squirming. I had to get her into my bed. I
didn't know if she qualified for Mistress' instruction about getting picked
up by someone who could dominate me. I knew in my heart, Jennifer could. I
would do anything she asked. But was she into being a real domme’ I decided
it didn't matter. If she just wanted straight sex that was fine and I could
find somebody else later to fulfill my task. Then I had the horrifying
thought that maybe she wasn't bi. After all, she did have a good looking
boyfriend. No, the way she was looking at me was far from innocent. She
wanted me. At least that was what my mind led me to believe.

Without waiting for her to speak again, I casually let it slip that "my
Mistress ordered me to sit here and buzz myself." I noticed she perked up a
bit.

"Your Mistress’" she questioned. I nodded. "Is she here now’" she asked. I
shook my head. "I don't think so. I have not seen her."

Jennifer quickly finished one of the glasses of wine she brought with her
and then offered the other to me. I declined. She started sipping it and
waved at the waitress to bring two more glasses of wine. I guess she needed
some liquid courage when she remarked, "I always wondered what it would be
like to have a Mistress." It was a topic I was happy to discuss, but I
wanted to swing the conversation around to having her be in charge. I
didn't even care about my task any more. I wanted to bury my face in her
cleavage and then between her legs.

"I'll tell you what it's like to serve a beautiful Mistress," I offered,
"but first you have to do something for me," I told her. I figured this was
my best time to try to seduce her so what did I have to lose.

She looked a little skeptical. I'm sure she had fans that were pains in the
ass (not in the good way) and probably worried a bit about me.

"What do you want’" she asked.

I slid my keys over to her. "That remote is for the egg. Switch it off
random. You can control it instead."

She looked at me at first like I was crazy, then she smiled. "OK," she
said. "I'm game."

She picked up my keys and examined the remote. "Now that I have your keys
you can't leave either," she said. I had not thought of that, but she was
right. "Now tell me about this Mistress of yours."

I started to tell her my story. Almost immediately she pressed the button
on the remote and my egg sprung to life. I jumped and she turned it
off. Then she smiled again. She seemed to revel in the fact that she could
distract me at any moment with a touch of her finger. I was struggling to
get through my story as she was turning the egg on and off with a maddening
frequency.

"If you're not careful I'm going to cum," I told her.

"Isn't that what you want’" she asked in an almost innocent tone.

Without thinking I blurted out, "I want you to take me upstairs and fuck
me."

The egg turned off and she stared at me again. "Really’" she asked. I
nodded. The egg turned back on.

"Is that what your Mistress told you to do’ To pick up a woman at the bar’"

I was squirming on my stool. I shook my head. "Not a woman," I said. "I
mean, a woman would be fine. Specifically someone who would dominate
me. I'd rather it be a woman, though."

She left the egg on while she was thinking.

"I'm not sure I'd be good for you," she finally said in a whisper barely
audible over the din of the casino. "I've never played your game before,"
she said as my heart sank. "But I've thought about it a lot. But I think
I'm a sub too."

She started telling me how she had always been straight until she filmed
Bound with Gina Gershon. She said the first scene they filmed when they
kissed opened her eyes. She then said, "To tell you a secret. When we
filmed the seduction scene where I put her finger under my dress, I didn't
wear underwear during the filming. I had during rehearsals, but when it
came time to shoot, I surprised her and went commando. I was really as wet
as Violet's character."

"Did Gina like it’" I asked her as I was getting closer and closer to
orgasm.

"Yes she did," Jennifer confessed. "She really began to finger me and I was
as close to cumming as I looked in the final edit. If the director hadn't
yelled cut, I would have cum on set. I think he knew we were doing it for
real which is why he cut the scene short. I felt about the same as you do
now."

Again I just nodded at her. I couldn't speak. The egg and her story had me
teetering on the edge. She looked at me and then looked at the
controller. Then she shut down the egg. I breathed a mixed sigh of relief
and resentment.

"That is kind of fun having this control," she commented.

"Please let me cum," I begged her figuring if she got a taste of the Domme
role she might switch.

She looked at her watch and then looked around. "I need to check on
something. What's the range on this remote’"
"I told her I wasn't sure. 25 or 30 feet I guess," I told her.

She pointed to a secure elevator bank. "I'll be gone a couple of
minutes. If I want you to come upstairs, I'll turn on the egg. Meet me at
the elevators. We'll need my swipe card to get past security. Otherwise
I'll make sure your keys at sent to the front desk." And with that she
walked away. I got a better look at her legs and ass as she headed toward
the poker room. Oh God how I wanted the egg to turn back on.

I looked at my watch and started counting down the time. One minute
passed. Then two and then three. I thought she had decided against fucking
me. At five minutes I was despondent and ready to give up. I'd failed and I
would have to face Mistress Jacqui's wrath, although I'd have a good story
to tell. Just then the vibe turned on. A warm sense of relief washed over
me. Or was that arousal. No matter, I stood up, left $20 on the table for
the waitress and slowly started walking toward the elevator. I say slowly
because I was still a bit buzzed from the wine and of course, I still had
my ever-present fear of losing the egg. Jennifer was standing next to the
security guard. He eyed me up and down as I approached. She took my hand
and led me to the bank of elevators.

"Tatjana and Phil are both going to survive the night if they don't do
anything stupid. That gives us at least an hour before they call the
break."

I knew who Phil was, but Tatjana was a name I didn't recognize. I asked who
that was, but just then the elevator opened and she ushered me
inside. Instead of answering she pinned me up against the wall and kissed
me passionately. Then she pulled back and it the button for the second to
the top floor. Then she turned back to me. "Is that the kind of kiss your
mistress gives you’" she asked before forcing herself against me
again. Before I could respond her tongue was in my mouth and her hands were
on my breasts. She was mauling me like she had to get her feel in because I
was going to run away. That was the last thing on my mind right then.

"That's how I wanted Gina to kiss me in the movie but she wouldn't do
it. I'm sure the guys would have supported it."

I realized she was trying to domme me from the bottom. She was showing me
what she wanted someone to do to her. I felt her hand going under my
skirt. I wondered if she would be as surprised that I was pantyless as Gina
was surprised during the movie shoot. She didn't comment about how wet and
available I was, but she did begin to rub my clit. That was just the
stimulation I needed since she had not turned the egg off yet. Almost
instantly I was at peak. True to my training, though I held back long
enough to say "Mistress, please may your slut cum’"

She didn't say anything, but as the elevator binged that we'd arrived at
our floor, she spun me around so she was pressed against my back. I heard
the door open as she popped the buttons on my blouse exposing my bra. Her
other hand was back under my skirt. She fiercely grabbed my left breast and
started rubbing my clit again.

"Cum for me slut!" she screamed getting into the role. And cum I did. I
heard the door opening, but it didn't matter. If someone was there, so be
it. Jennifer had a much bigger reputation to defend than I did, so I didn't
care. I began to convulse on her fingers. I felt her drop my breasts and
grab my hair. She tugged my head backward.

"Look up at the security camera," she said forcefully, "Time to immortalize
yourself."

That was the last thing I wanted, but it didn't matter. I was too far-gone
to do anything but moan when she pulled my head back. "You are such a
slut," she cooed into my ear. "God, I love it. I wish I was so free." I was
still shaking riding her finger to worry much about what she said. I heard
the door try to close, but it opened again. She must have blocked with her
leg. It happened several additional times as I started to come down from my
orgasmic high. Then the control panel started to buzz. I guess after a few
times trying to close it signals an alert. I stood up straight and pulled
her hand away from my pussy. Thankfully she let go of my hair and I turned
and pushed her out of the elevator. As the doors closed she put her fingers
in her mouth and sucked off my juices.

"You taste divine," she told me. "Take me to your room and I'll let you
drink from the source," I replied. "Can I do it here’" she asked.

I was starting to feel the thrill of being in charge. She'd finger banged
me, but I could tell being in charge really wasn't what she craved. I
looked up and saw the security camera. After what she had done to me in the
elevator, I probably should have just had her drop to my knees and worship
my pussy, but I didn't want her on camera doing that. I hooked my finger
onto her dress between her cleavage and pulled her toward the hallway. She
scampered behind me. I looked up and down the next hall and then turned
left.

"My room is the other way," she said.

I didn't respond but pulled her into the icemaker alcove. I looked and
there was no security camera in that section. I reached back and unzipped
my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor I told her to get on her knees. And
that dear readers is how an Academy Award Nominee found her place on her
knees in a hallway at the Bellagio eating my pussy. I grabbed her head the
way she had done to me and then I reached down and pulled her magnificent
right breast free from its lacy enclosure. She was going to town on my
pussy and to nobody's surprise, at least not to my surprise, the egg
finally slid out. I hoped she would suck it into her mouth, but she
didn't. It hit the floor and made an obscene buzzing sound that didn't slow
her down in the least. I was starting to get worried that we would get
caught and was trying to get her to stop so we could go to her room, but
she was having none of that. She wanted me to cum again. Fortunately once I
cum one it doesn't take me long to cum again. Unfortunately it wasn't fast
enough and a young couple walked passed us in the hallway, presumable
heading toward the elevators and the casino floor. They stopped for a
moment, startled I'm sure at the lesbian action happening out in the
open. The girl gasped when she realized what was happening. The guy smiled
and I could tell he started to get hard. "What happens in Vegas, stays in
Vegas," he said thinking he was clever. His girl hit him across the
stomach. "Don't get any ideas," she told him and then they walked away. I'm
pretty sure they didn't recognize the mass of black hair between my legs as
Jennifer Tilly. But I figured it was better not to take chances. I pulled
her back to her feet. How far is the room’" I asked.

"End of the hall the other way," she replied.

"Help me get my skirt back on," I told her. She did, although she gave my
ass a nice kiss before zipping it up. My blouse was still sans buttons
thanks to her elevator grab, but at least my pussy was secured. I turned
off the egg and picked it up. We walked down to her room. We didn't pass
anybody else.

Inside the suite was spacious. There appeared to be two bedrooms, which I
asked about. I wondered if one was just for sex. Jennifer was proving to be
a hellcat and I doubted I was the first person she had picked up in a bar.

"Oh, Phil and I share that one," she said pointing to what looked like a
master suite, "and Tatjana takes the other one."

There was that name again. "Who is Tatjana," I asked.
"You saw her earlier," Jennifer said. "Tatjana Pasalic. She was the blonde
who stopped by for a drink.

"What's her story’ Are you a couple’" I asked. I certainly didn't care if
they were a couple. Actually it would be pretty hot if they were. But I
wanted to know if any jealous lovers were likely to burst in on us.

"We've hooked up a couple of times, but it's not serious. We share a suite
on the road to cut costs," she explained. I wanted to explain it was
probably much cheaper to rent two regular rooms than to split this huge
suite, but that wasn't for me to worry about. I got a sense there was more
to the story so I pressed her a bit.

"Ok, here's the deal," she continued. "I get to fuck her when we're both in
the mood. But Phil only gets to fuck her if I'm there and participating. I
don't want to give him the impression he can fuck any piece of tail on the
road."

"But it's OK for you to fuck her without him’" I said trying not to sound
judgmental.

She winked at me. "Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Why did you pick her’" I asked. "You could have anyone you want."

Jennifer laughed. "Maybe 20 years ago you would have been right. Now it's
tougher."

"Really, why her’ Is she good in bed’"

"The truth," Jennifer began to confess, "is that a couple of years ago at a
World Series of Poker event her boyfriend made her wear a cat suit at the
tournament because she lost a bet. She was so sexy I knew I had to have
her. I also figured she must be a wild one, so I figured out a plan to
seduce her."

"Why did she wear a cat suit’ Isn't that weird at a tournament’"

"Well it's a little strange that somebody as accomplished at cards would
dress up, but you do get lower level players in costume trying to get on
TV. In her case, she lost some kind of bet with her boyfriend and was
paying it off."

"How did you seduce her’" I asked.

"Well, I'd like to say it was my raw sexuality, but really when she broke
up with her boyfriend about 6 months ago, Phil and I found her drunk at a
bar and ended up back in the room having three-way rebound sex. Things kind
of evolved from there."

"You said you think about being a sub. Did she ever domme you’"

"No," Jennifer told me sheepishly. "That's my little secret. That's why you
turn me on so much. I've tried to hint at it with Tatjana. Heck, I've
hinted at it with Phil. But neither seem to pick up on it."

"Maybe they just need a push," I said hopefully.

"Yeah, I don't think so," she responded. "So what do we do now’"

"Speaking for myself," I said, "I want you to fuck me senseless. I'll be
happy to eat your pussy first though. You've got me off a couple of times
already."

"By fuck you senseless, do you mean with a strap-on’" she asked.

"Yes," I said proudly. "I've got one in my bag."

"I've never used one," she confessed. "My lady friends just like fingers
and tongues."

"Then you'll love this," I said pulling my Hitachi out of the
bad. Jennifer's eyes widened when she saw the bulbous head. Then I grabbed
my strap-on.

"How about you fuck me and hold that on my clit’" Jennifer counter offered.

It was difficult to turn down that offer. How often would you get the
opportunity to have Jennifer Tilly on her back bucking against your cock’

"How long do we have’" I asked.

"About a half hour now," she replied. They break at midnight for the
day. Tatjana usually comes up to the room pretty quickly. Phil probably
will be at the bar with his friends for a couple of hours."

"Maybe I should stay and meet Tatjana’" I said. "I could tell her how much
you want to submit to her."

"Let me submit to you first and see how that goes," she told me.

"OK," I said. "Get naked and I'll fuck you."

At the time I didn't realize how disappointed my voice probably sounded at
saying that. That wasn't my intention. Luckily Jennifer didn't seem to
notice. She was too busy taking off her dress. It didn't take long. Then I
told her to undress me. If she was going to be a sub, she was going to have
to do the work.

She looked so sexy on her knees in front of me pulling my skirt down. I
would have loved to pull her mouth against my pussy again, but we didn't
have time. After I was naked, well, I still had on my stocking and heels, I
grabbed my fake cock. I had planned on my pick-up wearing it and it felt
weird sliding it up my legs. But before I even had the straps tight,
Jennifer's mouth was around it and her head was bobbing up and down.

Being a Domme was very foreign to me, but I did my best to berate her like
Mistress Jacqui, Toni and Kim did to me. She continued to suck my dick. I
didn't feel any contact with my clit, but I did feel power by having her on
her knees. But time was wasting away so I popped by cock out of her mouth.

"Crawl behind me slut," I commanded her. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I
said it. I grabbed my bag and walked toward Tatjana's bedroom. When I
reached the bed I realized I had missed the fun of watching a Hollywood
star crawl naked on the floor. I ordered her to crawl back to the living
room and return so I could watch. I saw pure lust in her eyes as she
crawled back. I knew that look as I had it when I was with Mistress Jacqui,
even though my eyes were blindfolded so Mistress couldn't see them.

"On the bed on your back, whore," I barked at her. I wasn't sure if she
would balk at the term whore, but she didn't. Reaching into my bag for my
handy cuffs, I quickly secured her wrists to the headboard. Then I grabbed
my Hitachi.

"Ever use one of these’" I asked her. With a throaty moan she said, "No."

"Then you are in for a treat. Too bad we don't have much time. I would love
to tease you for an hour. But if I turn it on high I bet you can cum in a
minute or less."

"Please don't make me wait, Mistress," she called out.

"I'm not your Mistress you dumb cunt," I hissed at her still trying to
sound stern. I couldn't believe I'd used the `C' word and again I looked at
her to see if I went to far. But apparently I had not. I turned the Hitachi
on and pressed it against her clit. Not surprisingly she went wild. Then
while holding it hard against her I maneuvered myself between her legs.

I'd only secured her wrists so she was rolling back and forth as the
vibrations wracked her body. As a result her legs kept opening and
shutting.

"Keep those slut legs spread so I can fuck you slave!" I yelled. She was
too far gone to really react. I could tell she was about to cum and was out
of touch with reality. I did my best to force myself between her legs. She
started to cum just as I pushed the tip of the dildo inside of her. I got a
few good thrusts in, but she was thrashing about and oblivious to what I
was doing. She came harder than anybody I'd ever seen and then she passed
out. I was very disappointed that I was not in her position, but what can
you do. Hollywood stars get what they want.

I decided to have a little revenge on her. I unstrapped the dildo and left
it in her. I also left her cuffed to the bed while she slept. She had not
woken up by the time I dressed (I found a blouse in her room to replace my
torn one.) so I wrote a note with my address asking her to return my
toys. I left her passed out and cuffed to the bed for Tatjana to find. I
was sure she would thank me for it later.

I walked down the hall, somewhat doing the walk of shame, for my
behavior. At the elevator I pushed the down button. As I waited I rehashed
the night in my brain. It was a great night. Probably not exactly what
Mistress Jacqui wanted, but I'd certainly acted like the slut she likes me
to be. I heard the elevator bing and the doors opened. Had I looked at my
watch again I would not have been surprised that Tatjana walked out of the
elevator. She looked at me. I'm sure she recognized me from the bar, but I
don't think she realized I was wearing Jennifer's shirt. She didn't say
anything. She just walked passed me. I had figured Jennifer had told her
she was taking me upstairs. But she could have at least said hello. I
turned to follow her as she rounded the corner into the hallway. I just
peaked around the corner. She definitely had a nice ass. I could picture
her in a cat suit and made a mental not to search the web for pictures. I
watch for a few seconds as she walked down the hallway. I really wanted to
chase after her. I wanted to help her with Jennifer. Heck, I would have
settled to be a fly on the wall to see how Tatjana would react to seeing
the present I left for her. But I headed back to the elevator instead. It
was time to go home and write a recap for Mistress Jacqui.

Passing the bar I saw Phil, still in his hoodie although sans
glasses. There were a couple other players I recognized from TV. They were
holding court. I wondered if any of them really knew how crazy Jennifer was
or that by now hopefully Tatjana was fucking her with the strap-on. They
were happy having beers. They were missing the real show. Oh well. Tomorrow
is another day.

I was still pretty keyed up when I got home, so after I shower I just
slipped on a silky robe, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and
then sat down on the family room couch to wind down. I was flipping through
the channels looking for anything decent to watch when I stopped on a
softcore film on Skinimax. Given the life I had been leading lately, the
soft nature of the sex scene, while they may have been hot for a movie
channel, did little for me except make me wish for something a little
steamier. I was comfortable on the couch though and didn't want to sit by
the computer to stream a good BDSM scene. My husband and I did have a
couple X-rated DVDs. They were pretty tame as well as they were just
straight sex, but they hopefully would be enough to get me off. I must have
been more tired than I realized, because the combination of the wine and
some pussy play caused me to fall asleep on the couch. I didn't even have
an orgasm. How bad is it when you fall asleep during sex.

I woke up early the next morning to the sound of someone knocking
forcefully on my front door. "Who the fuck could that be’" I cursed under
my breath not knowing what time it was, only knowing I was still tired. I
had been on the couch all night and except for my robe was naked. Or should
I say, was naked, as my robe was unwrapped and had fallen to my sided
during the night. I stood up groggily and pulled the robe closed. I tied
the sash around my waist and walked toward the door. I didn't bother to
look through the peephole. I wasn't really awake and besides, what criminal
knocks before breaking into a house. I swung the door open and was shocked
to see a very disheveled Jennifer Tilly standing there. She had a long coat
covering her body. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing large dark
sunglasses.

Standing behind her, with her hand tightly grabbing the back of Jennifer's
neck, was a very smartly dressed Tatjana Pasalic. Jennifer looked much like
me, not ready to face the morning. Tatjana looked ready to conquer the
world and very much in charge of the Hollywood star.

"Is this the one’" Tatjana barked while pulling back on Jennifer's neck.

"Yes, Mistress," Jennifer replied in an almost pleading voice.

"My slut says you used her last night and she needs to bring you back your
toys. Is this correct’" Tatjana said. It took me a moment to realize she
was talking to me. I was too busy wondering what Jennifer was wearing under
her coat. In a quiet voice I finally answered.

"Yes. I mean, I was with her last night while you were playing cards."

Tatjana released Jennifer's neck. "Go to the car whore and get the bag,"
she snarled.

Jennifer immediately began walking back to the car. I was trying to figure
out what was happening.

"I'm sorry for the imposition last night. She can be a handful." She then
turned toward the car again. "Bring the coffee in too, bitch," she
yelled. My neighbors definitely would have heard her if their windows were
open. I looked up and down the street to see if anybody was out at this
hour. I was relieved that I didn't see anybody.

"May we come in’" Tatjana asked. I had no clue what game she was playing,
but I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by.

"Of course," I said backing away from the door. Tatjana wasted no time
walking in and past me.

I looked again at Jennifer who by now had reached the car. That was when I
felt a hand on the sash of my robe. Before I could react, Tatjana had spun
me around to face her and then pushed me against the wall. She was strong,
much stronger than I expected for her slender frame. Of course with my
level of surprise, I wasn't in much of a position to defend myself. Not
that I wanted to mind you.

Tatjana grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. She is tall, so it
was easy for her to press her lips against mine. Perhaps crush her lips
against mine is a better description. She was clearly demonstrating her
superiority to me and I was letting her. She then dropped my
wrists. Instinctively I began to pull my arms down, but she quickly scolded
me to, "keep your arms above my head," which I naturally did.

She was staring into my eyes, but her hands were skillfully untying the
sash of my robe exposing my naked body beneath. Her hands wrapped strongly
around my waist and she pulled me tightly against her for another brutally
passionate kiss. It took my breath away. A strand of saliva hung in the air
between us as she pulled her head back. I tried to follow her with my head,
but once again her eyes pierced mine and I shrunk from the confrontation. I
did my best to silently plead with her for another kiss, but instead I felt
her hands cup my breasts. As she did, I felt her thumbs flick across my
nipples. I gasped, unable to breath momentarily.

"So these are the tits Jennifer was raving about," she said with a
smile. She still had not broken eye contact with me and I dared not look
down.

I felt her release my left breast and saw out of the corner of my eye her
right hand drawing back. I knew what was about to happen even before I saw
the blur and felt the open palmed contact to the side of my breasts. The
slap was followed by a forceful grab, much more powerful than the gentle
caress earlier. Again I gasped and then I felt her left hand leave my right
breasts and knew it was about to get the same treatment. When she had both
my breasts slapped and in her vice like grip she spoke again.

"I like this tits. Good weight, they fit just right in my hands and your
nipples react well to a little pain. I assume they enjoy a good clamping’"

Hearing that left me breathless. "Yes, Mistress," I managed to say softly.

Tatjana was still just looking into my eyes, well deeply into my soul
really, when I heard the door open and a bag hit the floor. I knew that was
my sex toy bag being returned. I also knew the toys wouldn't stay there
long.

"Help this slut take off her robe," Tatjana said to Jennifer before
dropping my breasts. I moved forward off the wall to allow Jennifer to
strip me. Tatjana headed toward the couch. Without turning to face us she
called out, "Check her pussy, slave. I'm sure it's soaking."

After my robe had found the floor, Jennifer slid a finger into my pussy. As
you might expect it found no resistance. Nor did her second finger.

"Just as I figured. Another slut who likes being told what to do. OK. Bring
her over here," Tatjana called from the couch.

Jennifer took my hand and escorted me to her new Mistress. I peeked but I
couldn't tell what Jennifer had on under her coat. Apparently that was less
important than Tatjana telling me to take her clothes off for her. "Slow
and sensual," were my directions and I did the best I could. I slowly
unbuttoned her blouse making sure to "accidentally" brush against her
nipples. After her blouse found the floor, she told me to do her bra
next. It was silky smooth and felt amazing to my touch. Or perhaps it was
her very firm breasts and very hard nipples contained inside that held my
attention more than the garment. Either way her command to "worship my
breasts" when the bra came loose was a command I was happen to obey.

"She really does obey well," I heard Jennifer comment from behind me.

"You have a lot to learn from her," Tatjana replied.

I felt like I was in a weird sub sandwich between these two beautiful and
obviously horny women. I knelt in front of Tatjana giving praise to her
breasts and nipples. She continued to describe my actions to Jennifer
explain exactly how she liked to be nibbled and sucked. She held the back
of my head gently, but definitely with a possessive feel. I could have
stayed in that position for hours, although I think it was only about 10
minutes before she told me to continue and remove her pants. Needless to
say this command excited me because I knew her panties would be next.

Pulling her tight jeans over her ass and down her legs was a challenge
because of the way she was sitting. I'm sure watching me struggle was part
of her enjoyment. As soon as I had her pants off I reached for her panties,
but she stopped me.

"Put your head between my legs and drink in my scent," she commanded
me. Again it was an instruction I was happy to complete. This time when she
took my head in her hands her grip was more forceful as if each task I
completed for her gave her confidence that I was willing to serve her. She
was wearing a thin, peach colored thong. I was soaked through. When my nose
touched it, her wetness was apparent, as was her strong smell of arousal. I
began to rub my face up and down her slit without her tugging on my
head. As I began to do, however, she got the message that was my plan and
started pulling my hair to encourage me. Even though it had been my idea, I
guess she wanted to feel in control.

"Notice how she worships my pussy, Jen Jen," she said in a mocking baby
speak tone. "It's covered but she still loves it. You need to be the same
way. Whenever I tell you to crawl between my legs, you should show me the
devotion my pussy deserves."

I was ready to show her plenty of devotion to eating her pussy and making
her cum, but she wasn't ready for that yet. She seemed happier to use me to
taunt Jennifer. Not that I was particularly complaining, but I wanted to
taste her at the source and not through her thong. Tatjana showed
tremendous patience as I could tell her pussy was demanding more direct
attention, but she was intent on showing her dominance and wasn't going to
give in so easily to her own pleasure. Again she made me wait about 10
minutes before giving me the order to remove her thong. She lifted her hips
this time to make that task easier to complete.

"I'm sure Jen Jen is disappointed that you have had all the fun. I can see
the lust in her eyes. I want you to put my thong over her head and up
against her nose and mouth."

Apparently I was now going to take a more active role teasing the lovely
Jennifer. I stood up and turned to face her. I too saw the lust in her eyes
Tatjana had mentioned. It was clear she was relishing in letting her friend
take the lead and I really wanted to find out what had happened the night
before after I left. I moved in close to her. I debated whether I should
kiss her or not. I really wanted to give her another passionate kiss like
last night, but I decided against it. At least for now.

Without prompting, Jennifer meekly bowed her head toward me so I could slip
the thong over and down across her nose and mouth. It seemed to me that for
someone who just 12 hours ago had only fantasized about being submissive,
she certainly had come a long way. Then again, when I got my first taste of
serving a Domme, I learned quickly too. She looked so beautiful with her
lust filled eyes still showing, but with her nose and mouth covered I
couldn't help but pull her into a strong embrace. If Tatjana wanted to
punish me later for overstepping my bounds, that was fine with me. I
pressed my lips against the outside of the thong over Jennifer's
mouth. Tatjana's flavor was strong and her arousal scene was pungent. And I
was just getting the soak through. With the inside over Jennifer's face, I
was sure she was having an even more powerful reaction. My kiss, while
passionate, didn't last very long. With the thong between us, it just
didn't work for me. Sure I loved tasting Tatjana, but either Jennifer was
scare to react with passion because her Mistress had not given her liberty
to enjoy my kiss or the situation was just too weird. Either way I pulled
my head back and turned back toward Tatjana.

"I really must thank you," she told me. "You left me a nicely wrapped
present last night."

She smiled when she said that. I didn't realize from her photos online what
a beautiful smile she had. I smiled back.

"My last boyfriend," she continued, "always let me initiate sex. I didn't
realize it at the time, but he probably wanted me to dominate him. I admit
I had thoughts of taking control of Jen Jen every time we fucked. But I
wasn't sure how to bring up that subject. Thanks to you, I didn't have to."

"It was my pleasure," I assured her.

"She pleased me several times orally before I untied her. She begged me to
fuck her with the strap-on. I figured she earned it so I gave her a good
screwing. It was a bit of a shock when Phil walked in on us."

"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "What did he say’"

"He was pretty drunk. I'm not sure he realized what I was doing. He knows
we use toys, but I don't think he grasped that I was wearing a
strap-on. Jen Jen, like the slut she is, came when she thought she was
busted. Probably wanted to submit to him too."

I turned and looked at Jennifer. She nodded her head but didn't say
anything.

"She really is deliciously submissive," Tatjana continued. "I told her not
to speak unless we ask her a question, although she certainly can still
communicate. Soon after he came back to the room I told her to go to their
room and go to sleep. I stayed up and masturbated thinking about her and
what I wanted to do today before I finally passed out. How many times did
you masturbate slut’"

We both looked at her. I could tell she was embarrassed to confess how
turned on she had been. "Four mistress," she finally said in a whisper. "I
had to cum four times before I could fall asleep."

"I'm surprised you didn't **** poor Phil," Tatjana said in a condescending
tone.

"I would have if he had not been too drunk to get it up. I sucked him off
but as soon as he got hard enough for me to mount, he'd go soft again."

It was strange to be in the middle of their conversation. Did I really need
to know these details’ But Tatjana apparently wanted me to know the rest of
the story.

"He was pretty worthless last night. But he had good morning wood today
didn't he, baby’"

Jennifer again appeared embarrassed. "Yes Mistress," she admitted.

"Tell your new friend what happened," Tatjana egged her on.

Jennifer paused, then told me. "I couldn't keep my fingers out of my pussy
when I tried to fall asleep. I woke up just as wet and horny. I don't
remember my dreams, but I must have had a good one. I reached over and took
Phil's cock in my hand. Now that he had a few hours sleep in him it started
to grow and quickly was at full size. He wasn't awake yet. He probably
thought he was dreaming. I decided to go down on him to make sure he wasn't
going to go soft before I mounted him. That was when Tatjana walked into
the room."

I looked back at Tatjana for confirmation about her story and her facial
expression told me it was true. "Tell her the rest Jen Jen."

"Well, Tatjana was still naked from the night before and my pussy gushed
just from seeing her. I realized I didn't really want Phil's cock any more
but that I wanted her pussy. I crawled off the bed and onto the floor. Phil
didn't stir. I started to get up, but Mistress Tatjana held up her hand and
I dropped back down to my knees. She then pointed toward her feet. So I
crawled over and kissed her foot. I was delirious with the emotional rush
of submitting to her again. "

"Then what happened," I asked impatiently.

"Well, I had her kneel in front of me and lick my pussy again," Tatjana
picked up the story. I had not cum yet when Phil woke up again. I think he
heard me moan. He really is inconsiderate about interrupting us."

She said that last part with a laugh.

"Anyway, we much have looked like a film noir with the two of us in
silhouette by the door with Phil waking up hung over, with a hard-on and
not really knowing what was going on."

"That is so hot," I said. "Then what’"

Jennifer chimed back in. "Can I tell her, Mistress’"

Tatjana gave her permission.

"Phil realized we were having sex, but it was clear he didn't realize the
dynamic of our relationship had, shall we say, changed. He got out of bed
and headed over to us. My pussy was creaming and I really needed to get
fucked. So I whispered into Mistress' ear my plan. She nodded. By then Phil
was standing next to me. He tried to kiss me but he was still wobbly from
just waking up and alcohol. I took his cock in my hand and gave him a
couple firm strokes. He was rock hard now, so I told him to lie down on the
floor. I was afraid he was going to pass out so I quickly squatted down on
him in a reverse cowgirl. I really didn't want to look at him right then."

Tatjana now took over the conversation. "As soon as she mounted him, I
moved in front of her, grabbed her head and made sure her mouth was where
it belonged."

My own pussy was on fire listening to the two gorgeous women recount their
sexual exploits. I wanted to eat both their pussies and almost hoped the
story would end quickly so we could get back to business.

"Jen Jen gave him a couple of good bounces," Mistress Tatjana
continued. "But I'm not sure he really noticed. He was still way too out of
it from last night. I held her head tight against cunt making sure her
tongue was doing its job. Her bouncing made it tough for her to serve me
properly so I put pressure on her shoulders and she got the message to stop
gyrating. The little slut started grinding him instead. But I didn't
care. As long as she got me off they can do what they want."

"And did she get you off’" I asked.

"Yes, but she needs more practice," Tatjana said with a wink.

"What about Jennifer and Phil’" I asked her figuring I shouldn't ask
Jennifer without permission.

"No, Jennifer didn't get what she needed. At least not yet. As for Phil,
I'm pretty sure he didn't realize we helped him back in bed. I was ready to
leave and started to walk out when Jen Jen stopped me and whispered that we
can't leave him with a hard-on. I think she just wanted an excuse to fuck
him harder. So I told her she can jerk him off if she wanted but that she
had to make him cum on himself."

"And I said no," Jennifer chimed in. I could tell immediately she regretted
speaking out of turn.

"And I said yes if she ever wanted to lick my pussy again," Mistress
Tatjana replied.

I didn't have to ask whether Jennifer complied with her wishes. First off I
knew what it was like to be in that position and when your Mistress tells
you something with the threat of losing her, you do it. Second, they were
here together. If she had not done it, one of them wouldn't be here.

"So did you just leave him covered in his own cum’"

"Yup," chimed in Tatjana first. "She squeezed out a nice load onto his
chest. I think some hit is face too. I bet he is surprised when he wakes
up. We left him a note that we were going shopping."

"Oh yeah’" I asked rhetorically. Then I added, "What are you shopping for’"

Tatjana took a step toward me and got up in my face. "Another sub slut who
can serve my pussy when I'm in town." She then reached forward and slid two
fingers into my pussy. "Know where I can find one’"

Needless to say she took my breath away. She just slowly fingered me then
started rubbing my clit with her thumb.

"Now I'm going to sit back down and you are going to do a proper job
servicing my pussy. If you do well, I'll let Jen Jen put on your strap-on
and fuck you. If you do very well, I'll put on the strap-on and take your
ass. Understand’"

"Yes, Mistress Tatjana," I replied. "Too bad I don't have two strap-ons and
you could both fuck me together."

What I intended as a joke, well sort off, probably didn't come out that
way.

"Can you call someone to deliver one’" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, slut," Tatjana continued without missing a beat. "I am sure a tramp
like you has friends who would lone you a fake cock."

I though about Toni, but I didn't want to get her involved. And I certainly
wasn't ready to share with Mistress Jacqui yet. I thought about the adult
bookstore. "I don't know if the shop I bought this one from delivers," I
said trying to be calm, but churning on this inside at the thought of these
two women double-teaming me.

"So what's it going to be tramp’" Tatjana asked me calmly. "Ready to
worship my pussy’"

"Yes, Mistress," I meekly said before dropping back to my knees.

Tatjana sat back down on the couch and spread her legs.

"Then come get your treat," she told me. I was already crawling toward her
before the words were out of her mouth.

I don't know if the pleasure of submitting to such a beautiful woman had me
turned on more than the thought of an Academy Award nominee taking me from
behind, but no matter what the cause, I was shaking with lust as I felt
Jennifer rub the head of my strap-on along my labia. I know I was plenty
wet enough to take her without a problem, but Tatjana had other plans. At
her insistence, I took a break from servicing her juicy pussy to kneel
before Miss Tilly. Tatjana told me I should respect her although she wasn't
to be called Mistress as we were on equal levels in the hierarchy. (I was
to be called Miss Heather by Jennifer because they said they didn't want to
know my last name.) I spun around a quickly took the fake cock into my
mouth. The tip had a little bit of my flavor on it, but unfortunately that
was soon gone. For more than one reason I wished she had slid it all the
way into me before I had to blow it. Oh well. Fake or not, I loved the
feeling of having my mouth full and doing it at the insistence of a
beautiful young woman make it even better. She even gave commentary, or a
blow by blow, if you will. I guess since she's a TV poker commentator when
she's not playing makes it tough to be quiet.

"That's right baby," she cooed in a voice I'm sure the viewing audience
isn't privileged to hear. She was so sexy with her Eastern European accent
I made a mental not to try to talk her into having phone sex
sometime. "Suck her cock. Use your tongue. Slide it up and down. Get it
nice and wet so she can fuck you from behind like the dog you are."

My head was bobbing up and down the hard shaft. I really was using the same
techniques my husband enjoyed so much. I knew Jennifer wasn't feeling
anything and that was a shame. But in my mind, it was real. I slid most of
the dildo out of my mouth so I could nibble on the tip. I took that moment
to look up at her. She was looking at Tatjana instead of me. She also
looked confused as to what she was doing or more likely confused by what
Tatjana's plan included. I noticed her left hand was by her side, so I
reached up and grabbed it. Not forcefully, but she definitely noticed as I
lifted it up and put it on my head. She sort of just petted me, which was
definitely a disappointment. Fortunately Mistress Tatjana came to my
rescue.

"She wants you to grab her hair, Jen Jen," our Mistress informed her.

"Oh, sorry," Miss Tilly replied sound like she was disappointed for not
knowing that.

I didn't want her to be gentle and fortunately that wasn't a worry I had
long. Once she realized what I wanted, she grabbed my hair firmly. Not long
ago I would have hated if my husband had wrapped my hair into his fist and
tugged on me to force his cock deeper into my throat. Now I was getting off
on it.

"See, the tramp likes it," Mistress resumed her commentary. "She get's off
on being a slut. Just like you."

"Yes, Mistress," Jennifer replied. "But can I fuck her now’"

"You may," Tatjana replied.

Being treated like I was just a piece of meat to be used was really turning
me on. They talked like I wasn't in the room or at least like I had no say
in what was going to happen. I found that very exciting. I was just another
toy to them. I resumed my service of Tatjana's pussy and Jennifer finally
slid the faux cock into my needy pussy. From the sounds she made as she was
building a nice rhythm and really beginning to fuck me like a stud, I
guessed the inside of the strap-on was at least rubbing her in a
pleasurable way. Tatjana's juices were flowing into my mouth and I hoped
that after she came she would trade places with Miss Tilly and I would get
to eat her tasty pussy as well.

Tatjana was cooing and moaning like I was doing a good job, but she wasn't
orgasming. She wasn't correcting my technique, or my enthusiasm, but I
wasn't sure if she was really enjoying herself. The same could not be said
of me and the effort Jennifer was putting into slamming my pussy. I loved
it, especially the feeling of her thighs banging into me and forcing me to
rock my mouth against Tatjana's pussy. I was very aroused and if she had
reached around to finger my clit, pinch my nipples or even spanked my ass,
I think I would have cum. As it was, I was on the edge of a quality climax,
but I couldn't quite go over the edge. I'd been conditioned to wait for my
dominant's permission, but neither Tatjana nor Jennifer seemed prepared to
give it to me. More specifically, I don't think Tatjana realized I was
longing to hear those words.

Mistress Tatjana did express a little whimper, her body shaking slightly,
and I was treated to an extra shot of love juice into my mouth. I wondered
if that was all the sound she made when she came. If so I was
disappointed. I wanted her to have a head grabbing, pussy grinding, loud
shouting kind of an orgasm that would rock her to the core. But apparently
that was it for now. What she did next surprised me, though.

She pushed me back away from her pussy. Thankfully Jennifer didn't stop
pounding me because as I started to straighten up from my bent over, pussy
eating position, the angle of her penetration changed in a most pleasurable
way. All of a sudden the head of the dildo was stimulating different nerve
endings including rubbing against my g-spot and I liked it. I made a mental
note to remember to ask Mistress Jacqui to fuck me doggie style but to
allow me to keep my back straight and upright.

"Fuck me, Miss Tilly," I yelled out impulsively. "Make your whore cum!"

The change in position was all I needed to move from hanging on a climax to
quickly building to a great one. I was going to show Tatjana what a woman
should look like when she came. I was going to make her jealous. Heck she
probably would ask Jennifer to fuck her like she was fucking me to
experience an orgasm like the one I was about to have. Then I had a feeling
of schadenfreude wash over me as I thought that my pleasure was derived
from my craving to submit and the thought that Tatjana would never know
that joy.

But that moment was fleeting as another wave of pleasure shot through my
body. I then watched with surprise as Tatjana slid off the couch to her
knees. And then with the grace of someone a lithe as a gymnast spun around
dropping to her back with one motion. I was surprised, to say the least,
that this until now dominant hellcat slid her head beneath my pussy where
Jennifer continued to saw the dildo in and out of my cunt. Then I felt her
fingers grabbing my nipples (there were hard as rocks of course) and
pulling me back down. I felt her tongue touch my clit and felt her squeeze
my nipples. That was just the extra stimulation I needed and I started to
cum.

I wish I could have held out to enjoy her fingers and her tongue, but it
wasn't meant to be. She lapped at my pussy like a dog drinks a bowl of
water and it felt wonderful. I wish I had squirted on her. That would have
made the moment complete. But she did hear me scream and would have felt my
body shake. I was much more demonstrative in my pleasure than she had
been. Jennifer even joined in (not that she hadn't played an active role so
far) and gave me a couple hard swats on the ass as she continued to pummel
me from behind.

"Oh, look at the slut cum," she shouted adding her voice to the faceless
scream of my climax.

"Keep fucking me!" I yelled out as I bent over more and buried my face back
in Tatjana's pussy. I figured if I kept pleasuring her, she would order
Jennifer to keep pleasuring me. But alas that was not on the menu. I could
feel Tatjana beginning to squirm under me. Maybe she just needed a small
orgasm to get herself motivated as she was definitely becoming more
active. Then I felt Jennifer pull the dildo out of my pussy. Needless to
say I was disappointed and felt empty. And then something happened I'd
never experienced before. I queefed. I was horrified. Jennifer had just
fucked me so well that like a piston she had pumped me full and trapped air
inside my vagina. I released a series of pussy farts that embarrassed me
and made me want to run out of the room. Tatjana was laughing a bit, but
Jennifer tried to comfort me.

"Don't worry baby," she told me. "That just means I fucked you good."

I expected her to back away, but Jennifer wasn't moving. At first I thought
she might try to push the dildo in my ass. I was one of my bigger dildos so
I wasn't crazy about the idea, but I wasn't about to stop her if she tried
either. But it didn't go in my ass. I felt Tatjana stir beneath me and
realized she was no longer licking my pussy. She was still pinching my
nipples, though. Then Jennifer clued me in.

"I'm not the only whore here," she exclaimed. "Clean off my cock. Taste
this slut's juices."

I realized Tatjana was now sucking the strap-on. That turned me on again. I
couldn't really see her (unfortunately) but no doubt she would look sexy as
hell with her cheeks bulging out as a dick filled her mouth and throat. I
did the only thing I could do. I bent back over and started eating her
pussy again. This time she was much more expressive as she enjoyed my
talented tongue.

I couldn't tell exactly when Tatjana quit sucking my juices off the fake
dick. I assume it was about 5 seconds before Jennifer tapped me on my ass
and told me to get up. I was hoping she had some plan for me to pleasure
her now, but instead, as soon as I got up, she got down on top of
Tatjana. Tatjana's eyes got wide for a moment as Jennifer penetrated her
but then she relaxed and seem very happy her friend was taking the
masculine position with her. Tatjana was now becoming very
expressive. Apparently getting her pussy licked wasn't such a big deal for
her, but getting a nice thick cock up her snatch really did it for her. I
sat back and watched the two friends go at it. It was a symphony of
grinding and writhing bodies as Jennifer used her weight advantage to
subdue the previously dominant Tatjana. She wasn't pulling out very
far. Instead of long strokes she use short thrusts relying on her pubic
bone to grind Tatjana's clit. And Tatjana loved it.

I was getting aroused again just from watching. I starting fingering myself
and then heard the words "Why don't you take a picture. It will last
longer," ring through my head. Part of me worried that I was betraying
their trust. While both women traded on their sexuality in front of the
camera, taking a photo of them fucking each other may have been out of
bounds. On the other hand, I really wanted evidence that I had been with
them.

I decided they were too absorbed in each other to notice so I went to the
kitchen to grab my phone. I brought back a glass of water as well to make
it look like I had a reason to leave the room. I tried to be discrete. But
I guess when you've had your picture taken so often, the fake click sound
made by my phone is like a dog whistle. Jennifer immediately stopped
thrusting, turned her head and scowled at me.

"Turn it off," she said angrily.

"Turn what off," I heard Tatjana from beneath her. Apparently she had
missed what I had done.

"Our new friend just snapped a picture of us."

I saw Tatjana push back against Jennifer who quickly pulled the strap-on
from her friend's pussy. The look on Tatjana's face was back to being the
Domme I saw when she first pushed me against the wall. I knew her happy to
get fucked time was over.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just wanted proof I'd been with you."

"No pictures," she said grabbing my phone. I watched as she pulled the back
off and then pulled out the battery. She tossed the back and battery aside
and then using her manicured red fingernail, she pulled the micro-sd card
out of my phone. Then she looked at me.

"Let's not have that mistake again," she scolded me. I nodded back. "You've
killed my arousal. I was really enjoying Jennifer. You are going to have to
pay for your actions."

"You could spank me," I said trying to sound playful. I figured if I
appealed to her dominant side she might forgive me. Or at least give me a
good spanking, which I would enjoy.

"Oh, I'll spank you alright, but I was thinking of something more
intimate. Did you figure out where you can get another strap-on’"

"No," I replied. "I've got a couple of dildos, but no harnesses. Will that
be OK’"

"Your first task is to figure out how to get one here, and it better not
take too long. Until you get another harness here, I'm going to punish
you. Now bring me the dildos and make whatever calls you have to make."

I hurried to my bedroom to retrieve my toy collection. I have a few sizes
of dildos, a couple of vibes, some cuffs, a collar and a paddle. I thought
about sending a quick email to Mistress Jacqui, but I was afraid she
wouldn't approve so I didn't. I still didn't want to share my new friends
with Toni so I decided to call the adult bookstore where the clerk first
used the strap-on on me. I hoped she would be working again. Unfortunately
a man answered the phone, but after I described her (I must have sounded
like a crazy stalker) he said she was back in the video booths and that I
should hold on. I wondered if she was cleaning the booths or if she had
another victim back there.

I was growing impatient waiting for her. I knew Tatjana expected me back
quickly and every second I waited on hold made me more anxious. Finally the
bookstore picked up the phone again. I recognized her voice. I was in
luck. Hopefully she would remember me. Who am I k**ding’ Of course she
would remember me after she beat me, fucked me and then delivered me to
Mistress Jacqui. Still, it was an awkward conversation. How do you order a
strap-on over the phone and not sound weird’

Of course she made excuses that there was no way they could deliver the toy
I needed. But I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I begged in my best
little girl voice hoping she would remember the fun we had in the back of
the store. She held tough though so finally I offered her a night of my
services for "whatever she wanted." She sounded skeptical, but I must have
been convincing. We made a date for Monday morning and she promised to have
the strap-on delivered within an hour. I went back to Tatjana and Jennifer
somewhat proud of myself.

Of course Tatjana wasn't pleased that it would take an hour. She said she
had a time limit because she needed to take a nap before the poker
tournament began again. Instead of beginning my punishment, I offered her a
bed to snooze in while we waited. She thought for a moment and Jennifer
suggested that was a good idea that she lay down. Jennifer promised that
she would punish me. Tatjana agreed and I showed her to my bedroom. I could
tell she was really tired. I'm guessing Jennifer kept her up later than
they led me to believe last night. She probably was not much of a morning
person either so getting up to get to my house so early was taking its
toll. Tatjana seemed very happy to crawl under my covers for a little
rest. As soon as Tatjana was settled, Jennifer took my hand and led me back
to the hallway and then down the stairs to the living room.
"I have a plan for her," Jennifer told me.

"What is it’" I replied.

"You need to make me cum before I will tell you," she countered.

"Slut," I called her.

"And don't you forget it," she replied. "I may be screwing up my
relationship with Phil by being here. The least you can do is get me off."

That sounded reasonable to my sex addled brain.

"Do you want me to eat you’" I asked her trying to sound innocent, but I'm
sure failing miserably.

"For starters," she said in her husky come fuck me voice. "Then I want you
to take the strap-on and drill my ass."

"Oh, you say the cutest things," I told her. "Give me a minute."

I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of paper, a pen and some
tape. I hastily wrote out a note for my friend from the bookstore. It said,
"Fucking a friend. Door is unlocked. Bring in delivery. Join us if you
want." By the time I got back to the living room, my pussy was drooling
with the thought of my bookstore friend walking in while I was claiming
Jennifer Tilly's ass. Of course she would want to join in and together we
could give her the pounding she desired. Or for sure the pounding she
deserved. I only hoped Tatjana wouldn't wake up and disturb us.

Jennifer was waiting for me on the couch. She was fingering her pussy as I
walked by. I appreciated that she was getting herself ready for me. I love
eating pussy, but I really wanted to fuck her. I smiled as I walked passed
her holding the note.

"Just a note for my delivery girl," I told her.

"Is she cute’" Jennifer responded.

"Yes and she knows how to use one of these," I said picking up the
strap-on. "Now what's your plan’"

"Make me cum first, that was the deal," she teased me.

I strapped on the fake cock and then crawled between her legs. She was as
tasty as I remembered. As usual, I wished she would have grabbed my hair
and pulled me into her pussy, but she seemed content to be a couch princess
and just lay back allowing me to minister to her needs. Her pussy was wet
when I started and positively dripping when I finished. She still had not
cum, though, but she told me she had enough of my tongue and fingers and
was ready for my cock. How could a refuse such a request from a lady in
need’

She had told me she wanted me to fuck her ass, but I needed some lube on
the dildo. I asked her if she preferred KJ or pussy juice. He gave me a
"are you k**ding look" although I wasn't 100% sure her answer. "OK, then,"
I asked. "What position do you want’"

"Bend me over the back of the couch," she told me. "And use my cunt
sauce. Don't be gentle. Fuck my kitty hard for a couple minutes then ram it
up my ass. Don't worry about hurting me. That's how Phil takes me and I
love it."

I took her hand and led her around the couch much in the same way she had
led me down the stairs. Then, since she requested I became more forceful, I
shoved her over the back of my couch. At first she exclaimed, "hey!" but as
I forced her legs apart and moved the dildo over her slit, she realized it
was part of our game. She reached between her legs and helped guide me
in. Then she thrust her ass backward.

She really was a slut for a hard cock. I have to give her that. It was
almost a shame she wanted me to drill her ass because that meant I had to
stop banging her pussy. She was thrusting herself back harder than I was
thrusting into her and it was quite an enjoyable show watching her fuck
herself. But a promise is a promise and I was sure she would get off
quicker if I took her browneye. Just to be sure, I gave her a firm spank
and told her to "hold still you whore." Immediately she stopped thrusting
against me. Of course she stopped with me buried to the hilt inside of
her. Then she wiggled her ass at me. Slowly I pulled out the fake
cock. She moaned when the tip fell out of her.

"Hurry up and get it in my ass. I hate feeling empty," she pleaded with
me. Again, how could I resist such a lovely request’

"Spread your ass cheeks for me bitch," I hissed at her. Of course she
responded immediately exposing her cute, puckered asshole to me. It looked
very tight. I didn't think this dildo would fit. I almost asked if she
wanted me to change to a smaller one. But she knew how big the one I was
wearing was since it just came out of her and she had told me not to be
gentle, so I trusted she knew what she was talking about. I took aim and
pushed.

I felt resistance. Jennifer wasn't opening up as fast as I had expected. I
hoped she wasn't lying about loving anal sex. But she was still holding her
ass cheeks apart for me and had started to moan, so I kept pushing. I
wanted to stop and grab some lube. I figured maybe her juice wasn't slick
enough. But she kept begging me to stick it in farther, so I did. I also
wondered if I looked the same way when Mistress Jacqui first fucked my ass.

"Oh that feels so good," she squealed when I finally had the dildo all the
way inside her rectum. "Now fuck me like the whore I am," she commanded
me. And fuck her I did. She let go of her ass cheeks as soon as I was in
all the way. I noticed she had reached underneath herself to rub her
clit. I began to bang her as hard as I could.

"You like being my bitch’" I yelled at her. I didn't wait for an answer. I
already knew what her response would be. I grabbed her hips and slammed the
dildo in again taking her breath away. "I bet you fucked your way through
all the casting couches in Hollywood, didn't you slut!"

"YES," she moaned. "I'm a bad girl. I sucked cock and ate pussy to get
jobs."

"So they paid you to be their whore," I hissed. I was shocked Tatjana
didn't appear given how much noise we were making.

"Oh God, yes," Jennifer continued through her now constant moaning. "Punish
me for being such a bad girl."

I let go of her hips and stopped thrusting. Then I gave each of her ass
cheeks a firm slap. "Rock that slut ass against my cock bitch while I spank
you," I yelled. "Show me what an out of control tramp you are!"

That must have really hit her sweet spot emotionally because immediately
she began to thrust back against me. "Please spank me Mistress," she cried
out.

And spank her I did. At first I was worried I was hitting her too hard, but
the harder I slapped her ass, the more she moaned. I knew her climax would
be soon and I knew it would be a big one. Then I saw a shadow moving up the
walkway. "Dildo delivery service to the rescue," I thought. I could tell
the person was at the door. She was probably reading my note. Then I had
the terrible thought about what if it wasn't my friend’ Oh shit. I saw the
door begin to open. I reached forward with my left hand and grabbed
Jennifer's hair pulling her head up so she was facing the door. With my
right hand I spanked her right ass cheek with my hardest blow yet while
simultaneously shoving the dildo as deep as I could.

"Come on my cock you filthy whore," I screamed as the door opened fully and
I saw that instead of my lady friend, Mistress Jacqui's limo driver was
standing in the doorway holding a bag. I don't know if Jennifer even
noticed him or if he triggered her orgasm, but a moment later she was
screeching and convulsing as her orgasm tore through her body. The driver
was sporting a massive hard-on, one which I'm sure either of us would have
been glad to jump on, as he watch Jennifer squirm on my cock. Over and over
she shook, moaned and threw her head back and forth. I quickly dropped her
hair. I was worried she was too out of control and that I would tear out
chunks of her beautiful mane.

Finally she calmed down and came back to Earth. The limo driver cleared his
throat. "I'm not sure you need this anymore, but Mistress Jacqui requests
the presence of your company."

Jennifer was still in no condition to talk. But I did. "I don't think now
is a good time."

"She doesn't like to be kept waiting. You are both to accompany me to the
limo right now.

"What’ What is he talking about," Jennifer softly asked still in her post
orgasmic haze.

"He is my Mistress' limo driver. She wants us to come over."

Jennifer was still coming down from her orgasm and was still processing
everything, but eventually commented that she had to get Tatjana back to
the hotel.

"Let her sleep here," I said trying to make this sound normal. "If we
didn't wake her, nothing will. Leave her a note if you want."

"No, I should stay," Jennifer said sounding apprehensive.

"No, you should come with me. You won't regret it. Mistress Jacqui will
give you an experience you will never forget."

"My instructions are clear. We are to leave now," the limo driver
reiterated.

I pulled the cock out of her ass and grabbed her wrist standing her up.

"Come on whore," I told her forcefully. "I'm not done with you yet." I
figured if I took charge she would meekly follow.

I led her around the couch and toward the front door. The strap-on was
bobbing obscenely in front of me. I should have stopped to clean it, but I
didn't want to give Jennifer the chance to think about what was
happening. The driver opened the door for us. I gave his cock a squeeze as
I walked past him along with giving him a look that said, "I want this."

The morning air was crisp, but the sun was shining bright and it would soon
be a scorcher. I'm pretty sure Jennifer didn't realize she was naked when
I led her into the front yard. She was still recovering from her climax and
I'm sure her head was spinning from the whole scene. I knew I was nude
(except for the strap-on) but I didn't care. The limo driver shut my front
door and then moved ahead of us to open the car door. I peeked inside
before helping Jennifer into the back seat. As I expected there were two
blindfolds. There were also two sets of cuffs and two vibrators. I wondered
if the driver added the cuffs and vibes for his own benefit. It didn't
matter. I put Jennifer's handcuffs on her with her arms behind her
back. She put up token resistance but by then I think her spirit was
broken. I then put her seatbelt on her, turned the vibe on high, slid it
into her pussy and finally blindfolded her. She gave out a soft moan and
then she was silent. She looked contented.

Hooking myself up was more of a challenge. First I did the vibe. That was
easy and most pleasurable, although it meant taking off the strap-on. I
knew there would be two juice stained seats by the time we arrived at
Mistress Jacqui's. Then I hooked the handcuff around my right wrist, put on
the seatbelt, put on the blindfold and struggled to get my arms behind my
back and get my other wrist cuffed. I probably could have just sat there
and the driver would be non the wiser, but I knew I be in trouble when we
arrived so I fiddled and fiddled until I finally got to cuff to connect.

We felt the car pull away. We were two naked, bound, blindfolded sluts
heading out for an adventure. Moans and the smell of arousal soon filled
the car as every bump caused the vibes to jump. I didn't know about
Jennifer, but I was struggling to keep the vibe from sliding out of my
dripping snatch. I knew such an infraction would merit a severe
punishment. I probably should have warned Jennifer of that little detail,
but I secretly wanted to see Mistress punish her. The twists and turns of
the route once again had me wondering where we were, but eventually the car
stopped. The door opened. The morning air was already much warmer. Then I
heard Mistress Jacqui's voice.

"You have done well, Heather," my Mistress complemented me. I felt warm
inside just from her simple words. "You have brought me a gift. And a
famous one at that. Let's get you two into the dungeon so we can have a
proper introduction."
Bad Wife, Good Sub Chapter 06 By Tappy McWidestance
I heard Jennifer start to struggle as Mistress Jacqui greeted us through my
open door. "Now you freak out’" I remember thinking to myself. I heard
Mistress' heels clicking on the concrete and a few seconds later I heard
Jennifer's door open.

"Do not worry, Miss Tilly," I heard Mistress say in a reassuring
voice. "Heather has brought you to a fun place and will enjoy yourself."

Jennifer seemed to calm down a bit and then I heard her moan. Obviously I
couldn't see what Mistress was doing to her, but I had a pretty good idea
that she was sliding the vibrator in and out of Jennifer's pussy. Of course
that made me a little jealous. But it didn't last as soon we were both
escorted (me by the driver and Jennifer by Mistress Jacqui) into the
house. This time I didn't have to crawl through the backyard. I appreciated
that.

I'd like to tell you that Mistress Jacqui kept us there all day serving her
pussy and having Jennifer serve me as well. But alas, things didn't quite
work out that way. Oh we both ate her to several climaxes and she did have
us 69 each other. She also put us both on our knees leaning on the couch
next to each other so she could simultaneously spank both of us. But in
reality, the entire encounter was too short and a little disappointing. But
then again, it had not been a planned session so I was happy to get
anything I could. I just hoped Jennifer wasn't too disappointed and that
she would hold it against me.

All too soon we were back in the limo. As happened last time, shortly after
we pulled away the driver told us we could remove the blindfold. When we
did Jennifer mentioned she recognized the neighborhood and that she had
partied "up here" on a few occasions. Of course that did little to help
identify who Mistress Jacqui really was, but was more of an interesting
factoid. We arrived back to the house about noon. We still didn't have any
clothes and the chance of getting spied upon by a neighbor had gone up
considerably. The driver said he had a box for me from Mistress and that
there were instructions for Jennifer and I inside. I was to open the box at
6pm and follow the directions. I looked at Jennifer inquisitively. I could
tell she was intrigued.

Just then my front door opened and Tatjana walked out. She looked
refreshed, although surprised there was a limo in the driveway. I rolled
down the window and waved her over. "Did you have a good nap’" I asked
her. She poked her head in the window. She didn't seem surprised that both
Jennifer and I were naked.

"When I saw your coat on the floor Jen Jen," she said slipping back into
Domme mode, "I figured your friend had you off on an adventure. I guess I
was right."

Jennifer immediately went back into little girl mode. "Yes mommy. I've been
bad. Can I come home with you now’"

"I need to be at the tables in two hours. But I suppose I have a little
time to spank you," the firm sounding Tatjana replied. Jennifer smiled.

She got out of the car and sprinted toward my house to get her coat. I took
the package from the driver and walked a more leisurely pace back
inside. Jennifer was already walking back out the door, once again looking
like a Hollywood star in her tailored coat and sunglasses. I figured this
would be the last time I saw her, but she stopped and embraced me. I wish
her backside had been facing the street instead of my naked ass, but I
still melted into her arms when she hugged me.

"I'll be back at 6 to open the package," she whispered in my ear. Then she
walked back to their car. Tatjana was already sitting in the driver's
seat. Jennifer sat in the passenger seat and gave me a little wave as they
pulled out of the driveway. The limo driver looked at me and asked if I
needed anything else. I told him "no" and dismissed him. I then walked
inside with the package and set it on the living room table. It was going
to be nearly impossible to wait 6 hours to open it. I contemplated taking
my own nap, but then decided I should go to the gym because if I was in the
house, eventually I'd give in to the temptation and open the box.

I was a little disappointed that Kim wasn't at the gym since it was a
Saturday. Even though I'd just eaten two pussies within the last couple
hours I was ready for more. The reception girl, whom I am pretty sure knows
about my relationship with Kim, was there but I wasn't sure if she was into
women so I didn't hit on her. I was tempted, but I had a strange vibe from
her to leave her alone. Maybe she was jealous of me. Toni didn't show up
either so I was left to work out alone. Of course that didn't stop me from
discretely spying on the other women at the gym. As usual by the time I got
off the bike my shorts were soaked with womanly happy juice.

By the time I got home I was tired enough to nap without being tempted to
open the box. I had made it this far. I could make it a little longer. So I
laid down for a two-hour nap (I figured I would need the rest later) and
then took a shower. I put on make-up and did my hair like I was getting
ready for a date. I figured that somehow I was, even if Jennifer and I
stayed in tonight. Finally I put on a silky teddy with a matching thong,
thigh high stay-up stockings and slid a pair of 4" stilettos onto my
feet. If the box was a bust, I had every intention of seducing Jennifer for
another night of passion. I walked down to the living room and took a
seat. I was staring at the box with anticipation. A few minutes later my
doorbell rang. It was Jennifer. She was stunned that I answered my door
dressed in a teddy, although clearly she was appreciative of my form. She
was wearing a short dress that exposed her assets and looked ready for a
night on the town or on the red carpet at a movie premiere. It must have
had a built in bra because her breasts sat high on her chest and exposed
almost to the nipple. She stood in the door drinking me in before finally
walking through. Her attention was then drawn to the large box on the
table.

"So that's our future," she said in a quizzical tone. She walked to it and
started to pull back the tape sealing the top.

"Wait," I called out to her. "It's only ten to six. We have to wait ten
minutes."

She looked at me with an "are you serious’" expression.

"Mistress said 6pm. Sit your ass on the couch," I told her trying to sound
like I was in charge.

She said down with a huff and I sat down next to her. "We could kissÉ" I
said implying that was what we should do to kill the time. She smiled at
me. Then she leaned toward me while simultaneously wrapping her left arm
around my waist. Before I realized it, she was back in charge. She was
dressed to kill and I was in sexy undergarments. Without even realizing
that was the reason (I figured it out later) I fell into a submissive mode
with her. She pushed me backward so she was on top of me as she pushed me
down onto the cushion. If she had been a man I would have expected his
hands to be all over me. And Jennifer did not disappoint. As she pulled me
tightly against her, she went for my breast first with her free hand
massaging the silky material and toying with my rapidly hardening nipple.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and tried to pull her even tighter into
the embrace. I totally forgot about the box as my body reacted to
Jennifer's touch. My pussy began to flood the moment she touched me and
although she had me pinned to the couch, I felt myself trying to thrust my
hips up against her as if she were about to fuck me. My actions did not go
unnoticed. She broke our kiss and pushed her hands against my
shoulders. This did two things. One it pushed me harder against the couch
cushion and two it allowed her to rise up separating us enough to show her
dominant position. I guess it really did three things because she began to
grind her hips against mine forcing our pussies to rub together.

"Does baby want to cum’" she cooed already knowing the answer. It was so
sexy to have her dressed like she was ready for the red carpet while I was
dressed in trashy undergarments meant for the bedroom. I nodded my head. I
wasn't sure what she had planned for me, but I know I wasn't expecting for
her to stand up. She then held out her hand and helped me to stand up. In
retrospect her actions were foreshadowing the rest of our evening, although
I didn't know that at the time. I never did get an answer whether she knew
it either or whether it was a happy coincidence. What Jennifer did was to
turn and grab the box from the table and toss it on the couch. She then
took my hand again and helped me step up on the coffee table. Fortunately
it was a sturdy wooden table so it easily supported me. I was confused as
she plopped herself back onto the couch and spread her legs. I couldn't see
under her skirt, but I was sure her panties (if she was wearing any) were
as wet as my thong.

"Show me how you get that slutty pussy off," she commanded. "Dance for me
and finger yourself."

I was very uncomfortable standing a foot above her on a pedestal and
performing such an intimate act. I hesitated then slowly started
swaying. There was no music, so I'm sure I looked stupid and
uncoordinated. By Jennifer was completely supportive. She told me how
beautiful I was and how sexy I was. She explained that in movies there was
rarely any music on set during a dance scene. "At best," she explained,
"you get a metronome to give you the beat. Just dance to the music in your
head."

That advice helped. I began to move more confidently. At her urging I began
to feel up my breasts and play with my nipples. Then she instructed me to
rub my stomach while I sensually swayed back and forth. I knew I was
turning her on and of course my own arousal continued to build unabated. By
the time, at her insistence, my hand was in my thong, I knew I could come
soon. But my submissive side wanted to hold off hoping Jennifer would
continue her Domme side and give me permission. As I felt the first waves
of orgasm begin to wash over me, I pleaded with my eyes for her to say the
words I longed her to say. She looked at me with a knowing smile, but
instead of telling me to cum, she said "Oh, it's after 6. Let's open the
box."

She probably had that planned all along. If not, it was a good move on her
part. Sure I could have just kept rubbing myself until I came, but I
didn't. I stopped leaving myself frustrated. I kind of liked the feeling
anyway. Whatever Mistress had put in the box would undoubtedly bring me
pleasure eventually and delaying my orgasm always made it betterÉ
eventually. "So what's in it’" I managed to say trying to hide my annoyance
at not orgasming.

"Well," Jennifer replied. "Looks like we have a couple of vibrating eggs."
I watched as Jennifer pulled out two eggs, one red and one blue. They were
larger than I had seen before. In fact they were wider than my biggest butt
plug, although not as long. If I was going to put one of those in my pussy
it was a good thing I was dripping wet.

"Oh, there are two remotes," she exclaimed with glee.

I watched as she pushed a button on the red remote and the red egg sprung
to life. "Here, try the blue one," she said handing me the remote. It was
pretty self-explanatory. There was just one button and a led light to
indicate when it was on. I pushed the button and the blue egg began to
buzz. "Now what’" I asked.

Jennifer pulled out a piece of paper from the box. "She really has
beautiful handwriting," Jennifer declared. She read through the note
silently although she did say "oh my" in the middle. "What does it say’" I
asked impatiently with a rising voice.

"It says we are to go to Kitty's dance club," Jennifer explained. I knew of
that place although I had never been there. It was part of strip club row
on Industrial Avenue. I wondered if Jennifer would go along with being in a
public place where she might be recognized. I also wondered if Mistress'
expectation was that we would pick up a couple of guys. Although I had told
her that was a hard limit because of my husband, by this point in our
relationship it probably didn't matter any more.

"You are to wear something with easy access to your pussy and tits,"
Jennifer continued reading. "I guess I'm dressed OK," she said while
effortlessly popping one of her mouth-watering boobs free from her dress.
She didn't ask, but since she was offering I leaned forward and began to
suck her nipple. She cooed in approval.

"We are to wear the eggs. I guess that isn't a surprise," she added as a
running commentary. Then she moaned as I continued to minister to her
nipple.

"We are to each hold the remote for each other's egg so we can control each
other. Damn that's hot," she added. Then she moaned again before pulling
her breast back away from me. I whimpered in disapproval at the
loss. "Don't worry baby, I just want you to switch to the other one," she
told me before popping her other breast free and then putting her hand on
my head and guiding my mouth back into service.

"Where were we’" she asked. "Remotes," I mumbled. "Oh yeah," she
continued. "We are to go to the club and get a table near the back. We are
to arrive by 9pm. The eggs have fresh batteries and should last at least
two hours of run time. She wants us each to get at least three lap dances
and run the eggs, while the dancer performs for us. We can run them at
other times, but we are not supposed to orgasm. Damn, what fun is that’"
she exclaimed.

"Don't worry," I said trying to sound convincing. "I'm sure Mistress will
take care of that eventually."

"Let's see," Jennifer continued. "We can pick up a guy and blow him in the
bathroom or parking lot, we can take a girl to the VIP room in which case
we can give her our remote and we can flash anyone we want. Well that
sounds more fun."

That did sound pretty fun. The instructions didn't say so, but if I gave a
dancer my egg's remote (or more accurately if Jennifer gave her my egg's
remote) and she left the egg on while she grinded herself on top of me, I
hardly could be blamed for having a lovely orgasm in the back room.

"Oh there is one more part," Jennifer added. "One of your Mistress' friends
is dancing there tonight. Apparently she lives in LA but feature dances in
Vegas once a month or so. You are to flirt with her and pick her up. You
are to either bring her home or go to her hotel (her choice) and then do
whatever she wants and take care of her needs."

"What’!’" I said. "She's lending me out to a stranger’"

"I guess so," Jennifer replied. "Although it sounds like the girl will not
know. It says her name is Larkin Love. I've never heard of her. Have you’"

"No, Mistress never mentioned her," I answered honestly. "We'll have to
look her up on the Internet."

A quick search of the club's website confirmed she was dancing there
tonight. She was scheduled to do three shows at 11, 12:30 and 2am. I never
heard of a dancer being scheduled. She must be very popular. They had a
picture on the website and I understood why. She was a brunette with a
beautiful face. I suppose that was expected. But she also had tits bigger
than mine. They were obviously fake and much larger than I would have
expected for a dancer. But she was smoking hot. I had no doubt she would
have guys throwing money at her. Then I had a troubling thought. If we were
sitting near the back, how would we get her attention’ I assume she would
be giving private dances between her scheduled shows. But if the pervy guys
were between us, how was I going to seduce her. Oh well, no need to worry
about that now.

I did a Google search on her to try and get more information. What I found
did not bolster my confidence that I would succeed. She was an adult video
actress. That wasn't a big surprise. The rest of her body was as perfect as
the head and breast shot on the club website. But from what I saw on her
website, her specialty was dominating guys. I suppose it wasn't a surprise
that a friend of Mistress was a dominant. But I saw nothing to support the
idea that she liked to Domme a woman. I'm sure the guys that would come to
the club, in addition to showering her with hundreds of dollars in a
private show would be willing to pay thousands to take her home for the
night. I found a clip of her on a free x-rated streaming site. She was
giving jerk-off instruction talking down to the guys watching the
video. She was pretending to stroke their cock while telling them what a
bad boy they were being. She was controlling when they could come much the
same way Mistress controlled me. I could picture guys sitting at home
stroking themselves while they watched. She was cupping her amazing boobs
and offering her nipples to the faceless camera. Eventually after about 10
or 12 minutes, she told the viewers to cum on her tits.

As we watched, I think Jennifer and I both had the thought that we wished
with had a cock right then. We were totally mesmerized by her. "She must be
into girls," I said to Jennifer. "Otherwise why would Mistress want me to
throw myself at her’" Jennifer thought for a minute. "Maybe to humiliate
you. She probably is friends with her, but maybe Mistress knows she is
straight."

That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. I hit Jennifer in the arm for even
suggesting it. We had some time to kill so we watched more of her
videos. She was very good at humiliating the guys who would normally be
watching. I found myself wishing she would humiliate me and I was creaming
my panties knowing I would see her live in just a few hours. I think
Jennifer was having the same reaction as I spied her rubbing her thighs
together as we watched. She looked so beautiful I just had to lean over and
give her a passionate kiss. Another woman may have been turning us both on,
but I wanted her to remember I was there.

We found a couple of more typical videos this goddess had made, and by
typical I mean kinky videos where she was fucking some BBC. My favorite was
a gloryhole video. I knew it was done on a soundstage and not really in the
back of a sex store, but it didn't matter. The setup was she was in a tiny
room. She was watching a movie from the store's collection and getting
herself worked up. Then a series of big dicks poked through the wall and
she serviced them all like a pro.

"Do you think that really happens’" I asked Jennifer. By now I was so
turned on I was openly rubbing my pussy through my panties under Jennifer's
watchful eyes.

"Don't believe anything you see in a movie," she told me with a wink in her
eye. "I've heard of gay bars in L.A. with holes between bathroom stalls,
but I've never seen one. It sure looks fun though."

That was the best video we found. I was ready to rip Jennifer's clothes off
and fuck her senseless, but she told me no when I moved in that
direction. She said it would be better if we just stay excited and tease
each other until it was time to go. I've never been one to wait, unless
Mistress doesn't give me a choice, but I understood her position. We ended
up sitting next to each other on the couch. We both spread our legs. My
left leg was over her right leg. I had thoughtfully put in a lesbian
bondage movie and we spent the next hour fingering each other's pussies. My
left hand rubbed up and down her slit, through her thong to make sure it
was wet and smelled of a horny woman, while she did the same to me with her
right hand. It was kind of a game to see who could get her partner closest
to orgasming without letting her go over. I hated how good she was at
teasing me, but I also took it as a challenge to keep her on the
edge. Finally it was time to go to the club.

Jennifer drove so that if I succeeded picking up Larkin I wouldn't have to
worry about my car. I took the opportunity to flash my tits at her several
times. Other than stopping at an ATM so we both could withdraw a lot of
cash, it was an uneventful drive over. When we arrived at the club it
didn't look as seedy as I remember thinking the other times I had driven
by. Maybe it was just because I was horny and because of the reason I was
there. I was nervous, but after she reminded me to put in my egg and then
took my hand and walked confidently inside the front door, I was fine. At
first the bouncer collecting the cover charge asked for $20 each. It was
his rote speech and he didn't even bother looking up from his phone. Then
Jennifer cleared her through causing him to look up. He smiled and said
"welcome ladies, have a good time," and waved us through. I wondered if it
was just because we were women or if he had recognized her. Not that I was
complaining mind you, but I was still a little worried about Jennifer
getting in trouble for being in such a place. But she was obviously willing
and continued to lead me into the cavernous main room.

A busty waitress in a tiny bikini top and thong appeared. "Booth, table or
rail, ladies’" she asked. I looked around the room as Jennifer answered
"booth." The waitress led us to a booth against the wall about 20 feet from
the main stage. The booth was spacious. You could fit 6 people in it if you
wanted. Jennifer pointed at it and I slid in. I went to the center position
as Jennifer sat down in position one. As the waitress was asking for our
drink orders, Jennifer grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her. "Sit next
to me so you get a good view of the stage," she said. Then she replied to
the waitress, "We're here to see Larkin. Please tell her that her biggest
fans have arrived. And bring us a bottle of your second best champagne."

Jennifer had fallen quickly into a role of protecting me in this strange
(at least to me) place. The waitress walked away. Jennifer explained that
if she had ordered a bottle of "the best" champagne that was code for a
private party in the VIP room and that the "second best" would be much less
expensive and probably a better bottle. I asked her about saying we were
Larkin's biggest fans. She said it never hurts to advertise why we were
there. She also hoped the waitress would try to keep some of the guys away
from them. Of course, before our drinks appeared, a couple of guys had
already descended on us, but Jennifer dismissed them with practiced ease.
Still I could feel many sets of eyes on us as the guys looked at us almost
as much as the dancer on the stage.

I must complement the club on their selection of champagne. It was quite
good. As were the quality of their dancers. There were three dancers on the
stage. Each appeared to dance three songs on the stage. Each song meant
fewer clothes until they finished in just wispy little g-strings. They
seemed to be in a rotation. After each song would end, one of the dancers
would walk of the stage and another would take her place. The one who was
done would appear on the floor, usually with a transparent wrap as a top
and begin to work the room for table dances. The better-looking women
always started with the booths. The less attractive dancers started with
the tables. Jennifer explained that the booths were expected to tip more
than the tables so we got the better talent initially. I could see what she
meant. A couple of the table girls came by to work their charms at the
booths, but found less interest than at the tables. By contrast, the top
shelf dancers were doing quite well for themselves finding lots of
interest. When I pointed out a dancer leading one of the booth guys through
a curtain near the bathrooms I asked where they were going. There was a big
guy standing next to the curtain who looked menacing.

"Probably some kind of VIP room," she replied. "If you have a hundred bucks
or more you can get a much more intimate dance. The more you pay, the
better the dance."

I looked at her wondering how she knew that. "Have you been here before’"

"No, but I have been to clubs in LA. and I did some research for a movie I
didn't end up making."

I just nodded at her. A redhead had caught my eye on the stage and when she
later arrived at out booth, Jennifer bought a dance for me. The girl
climbed onto the table and spent the next song swaying just a foot away
from my face. She moved with grace and poise. I definitely got exciting
thinking about what it would be like to bring her home. I'm sure my face
displayed my level of lust. Of course that is how these girls make money
some I'm sure she was pleased to see that I was excited.

The sweat from her dance dripped off her ripped dancer's body and clung to
the sides of her breasts. She had tiny breasts (she looked like a real
athlete) but large stiff nipples. Oh how I wanted to suck on them. She
looked pleased at the way I looked at her. When the song ended, she stepped
down from the table. But she didn't break eye contact with me. "Want a lap
dance honey’" she asked. I looked to Jennifer who just nodded. "OK, " I
said.

The dancer gabbed a chair from a nearby table and told me to scoot out of
the booth. I definitely had some flash and jiggle getting out of the booth
as Jennifer didn't get up forcing me to go the long way. I knew the dancer
was looking at me and I hope she enjoyed the view. She told me to sit in
the chair that she had positioned with the back against out table. After I
sat she told me to sit on my hands. "You can't touch me," she said. "At
least not out here in the open," she added with a wink.

I'd watched a few of the other dancers giving lap dances so I had a good
idea what to expect. But my lap dance wasn't like the others. First off,
because Jennifer handed her my remote. With all the sexy female flesh in
the place I had forgotten about it. I had not teased Jennifer with her egg
and she had kept mine silent. The dancer didn't seem phased by it. She just
turned it on with a smile and began her routine. Her dance was more
intimate than the other lap dances I had watched. If I had to guess it was
probably more like a VIP dance, although according to my new friend,
without me touching her. That's not to say she wasn't touching me, however.

She started out sitting on my lap. If I'd been fucking her it would have
been a reverse cowgirl. She was rubbing her ass back and forth on me and
leaning her sweaty back against my chest. She then threw her head back next
to mine and I heard her say, "Oh how I wish we were in the VIP room so you
could touch me."

She had read me perfectly. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to
wrap my hands around her and grab her nipples. My clit, already sensitive
from Jennifer's teasing earlier and the egg vibrating now was throbbing as
this beautiful creature rubbed herself on me. Then she got up and spun
around to face me. This time she wrapped her arms around my neck as she
continued to grind on me. She thrust her hips forward hitting my stomach
with her pussy. It was a far more overt sexual act than I had seen in the
other table dances and had me ready to drop whatever cash was necessary to
get her into the private room. When she grabbed her breasts and aimed them
at my mouth, I was ready to do her bidding. But before I could capture one
of her beautiful nipples, though, she pulled them away leaving my
outstretched neck as evidence that I was under her spell. Then the song
ended leaving me panting.

"Want to continue this in the VIP" she asked trying to close the sale. I
was ready to say yes, but Jennifer interrupted. "Maybe in a little while,"
she said sounding in control, but not mean. "We'd like to see everyone
before we decide.

I thought that would upset the girl, although she already had $60 of our
money for the two dances. But she didn't seem phased. I guess that was part
of the job too. She looked at Jennifer and then bent over and whispered
something in her ear. Then when she stood up and moved closer to Jennifer
and lifted her breast to her mouth. Jennifer gave her nipple a quick suck
and the girl walked away. I was jealous that I just got teased. "What did
she say to you’" I asked.

"She said she recognized me and that if I wanted to go to the VIP later she
would cover our half."

"What does that mean’" I said quizzically.

"Whatever tips the girls get, the club usually takes half. So if it's $200
for a VIP, the girl gets $100. She's willing to pay the $100 the club gets
out of her own pocket to dance for me."

"She wants more than to dance for you," I replied.

"Yes she does," Jennifer said with a knowing smile.

Then I realized the dancer still had my remote. The egg had turned off when
she left our booth, but I didn't see her give the remote back to
Jennifer. When I asked Jennifer about it, she just smiled. "I guess she's
in charge of you now," she replied.

Another dancer appeared at our booth, but I wasn't that into her look. I
was also trying to catch my breath after the redhead's performance. We
dismissed her and she moved on to the next booth. The two guys in that
booth apparently were not as picky as us and soon she was on top of their
table. Four minutes later I got to see what she did for a lap dance. While
the guy got hard, the girl certainly did not give as intimate of a
performance as Red had given me. Then it was time for Larkin's first show.

All the other stage dancers finished up and the announcer gave Larkin a
glowing introduction. The dancers were still mingling in the crowd as she
took the stage, but they were not finding many clients as all eyes were
glued on the pornstar as she began to strut her stuff. I was
mesmerized. She was gorgeous. I can't say she was as good a dancer as Red
or some of the other girls, but she had the look that made me drool and
made grown men fall to their knees and worship her.

How long did she dance’ I'm not even sure. I was so focused on intimately
watching her that I don't know to how many songs she performed. I do
remember looking down once at Jennifer and she looked as mesmerized as
me. I also glanced around the club. It had been about half full when we
arrived, but now seemed packed. I guess guys knew what time Larkin was
going to begin and arrived just in time. I looked back at the stage while
thinking "how am I going to compete with all these horny guys for her
attention’"

She received a standing ovation when she finished. The announcer urged the
crowd on whipping them into a fever pitch. I wanted something else whipped
and I wanted Larkin to be the one holding flogger. The announcer told the
crowd that Larkin would be seeing "generous VIP members" in a couple of
minutes and to line up near the curtain. Immediately about 10 guys jumped
up and sprinted to get in line. I did the math in my head. If the VIP was a
$200 minimum and since the announcer said "generous VIP members" I had to
assume she would really charge at least double. She would probably pull in
$4,000-5,000. Of course it would take about an hour and a half of strenuous
work, but still, even if she gives half to the house, that's serious
money. I didn't get in line. I knew she had three shows to give tonight and
I figured maybe by the end of the night I could get her attention.

Another bottle of champagne arrived at our table, complements of a table of
guys. They recognized Jennifer and wanted to flirt. I think she must have
been getting a little tipsy because she went over to them to thank them and
leaned over the table. I couldn't see it but they must have gotten an
eyeful of her boobs. I saw one guy put his hand on her ass and she didn't
move it away. Another guy approached our booth, but I shooed him away. My
focus was on one person tonight. Jennifer returned and commented that the
guys were pretty nice and if Larkin didn't work out we should hang with
them. I didn't think that was a good plan, but I kept my opinion to myself.

I got another lap dance from Red during her next rotation. Of course she
still was controlling the egg in my pussy and was all to happy to have me
buzzing away while she danced for me. I was really tempted to take her into
the VIP, but I also wanted to save my money to take Larkin in there after
her next show. We drew a crowd around us as she ground herself on top of
me. I got them impression she was close to climaxing from rubbing herself
on me, but unfortunately (for her, me and the assembled crowd of guys with
their tongues hanging out of their mouths like cartoon dogs) the song ended
and she had to move on. Immediately the guy who had put his hand on
Jennifer's ass called her over. She gave him a lap dance, but she was
looking at me the entire time. I'm sure he was hard under her ass, but I
didn't see the same look in her eyes compared to when she was on top of me
and I think her moment of passion had passed. She was now back to doing her
job. When the song ended and she stood up $20 richer I saw a thick bulge in
his pants.

I checked my watch checking how long until Larkin would dance again. I had
seen her leave the VIP and head backstage again. I was trying to raise my
courage to take her to the VIP next time around. The guy with the big boner
stood up and walked toward our booth. He leaned over Jennifer and whispered
something in her ear. I had expected her to slap his face or at least
rebuke him in some fashion. I wasn't expecting her to look directly at his
crotch and then to reach out and rub the front of his pants. I knew she was
bi like me, but somehow I thought she was on my quest for new pussy
tonight. Granted, based on his bulge the guy was packing he probably was a
good lay. Still, I was surprised how forward he was being with a Hollywood
star. I doubt he would have tried to pick her up on the street, but since
we were here, she obviously had sex on her mind. I watched as she looked up
and nodded. I wondered what he had said to her. She looked back at me.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she announced. I started to get up to join
her, but just then the announcer began his introduction foretelling the
second appearance of Ms. Love. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," Jennifer called
out to me as she was standing up. The guy was grinning like a cat who
caught a canary. He followed her with his hand on her ass. I heard the
cheers as Larkin took the stage, but my eyes were on Jennifer as the
reached the bathroom doors. She went into the ladies and he went into the
men's room. I didn't fully understand what was happening, but as Larkin
began her second feature dance, I was overwhelmed by rush of arousal. Screw
it. It was time to meet her.

I got up, grabbed my purse with my cash and headed over to the VIP curtain
where the line had formed for her services before. The bouncer looked me up
and down appreciatively. I looked at his crotch, but he wasn't hard like
Jennifer's new friend. I guess when you work here you have seen it
all. Every other guy was giving Larkin Love his undivided attention. For
the first song, so was I. Two other guys joined me in line at the VIP, but
I think the first guy was more interested in checking me out. I could feel
him leering at me. Just after the second song began, my second favorite
dancer, Red, (I didn't remember her stage name but I was in lust with her
hair) came out from behind the curtain. She almost ran into me. We both
were startled. I was embarrassed and dropped my eyes to the floor. It was a
reflex maneuver as I was in awe of her.

"Bobby," she said to the bouncer. "She doesn't lose her place in line,
right’"

"Sure thing Crystal," he replied. I didn't understand what they were
talking about.

She then held up my remote like it was a trophy. Bobby the bouncer
definitely saw it. When Red click the button I know he saw my knees buckle,
so I'm sure he realized what was happening. Red then reached out and
grabbed my hand. She then pulled me behind the curtain into the VIP. There
were booths similar to the ones in the main area of the club, but no
tables. There were two other dancer with clients that Red, sorry Crystal,
led me past before pushing me into the booth furthest from the curtain. It
was also darker than the rest of the room.

"Look honey," she told me. "I know you're here for Larkin. That's cool and
I can help you, but I'm so horny right now I need a releaseÉ so you're
going to help me first."

I was in shock when she advanced on me and straddled my leg. She had not
told me to sit on my hands this time. She started grinding her pussy on my
thigh. I sat there dumfounded. She reached forward and grabbed my wrists.

"Don't be shy. I know you want to touch them," she said as she pulled her
hands onto her breasts.

She was right. I did want to touch them. I wanted to do a lot to her. But I
was still not sure of the protocol, but I was guessing that Crystal wasn't
following the rules anyway. She wasn't dancing to the music. She was
working my knee trying to get off. I pinched her nipples and was rewarded
with an appreciative moan. So I did it again. She responded by increasing
her pace.

"Don't expect Larkin to do this," she warned me between gasping for
breath. "She gives great tease and the guys line up for her. I'm a good
tease, but eventually I need to cum. How's that egg doing’ Keeping you wet
and horny’ Did that hot slut make you wear it’"

I got the feeling she was talking dirty to me mainly to get herself
off. But I was close to cumming too so I told her about Mistress Jacqui and
her plan for me tonight.

I felt her stiffen, but she kept riding my leg. The third song started and
I knew we only had a couple of minutes left. I wanted her to have her
orgasm. I wanted one for myself, but if that didn't happen, that could
wait. I gave her nipples another firm pinch to get her attention. I looked
up and she looked down. "Let me eat your pussy," I told her loud enough
that I'm sure the other patrons probably heard me. She looked around. I'm
sure that was against club rules. Had I paid her it probably would have
been i*****l. But that didn't stop her. She stood up and pulled her tiny
g-string to the side. Her pussy was wet and puffy. Dancing nearly naked for
a couple hours will do that for a girl. She looked down at me with pleading
eyes. I guess she didn't think I would really do it. She was wrong.

I leaned forward and buried my face in her pussy. My mouth easily found her
clit. It was large, engorged and beautiful. She was apparently blessed with
being very sensitive as well. She howled and grabbed my head. Nothing else
needed to be said. She was getting what she needed and so was I. Her pussy
was wet when I began and was a flash flood by the end of the song. I kept
munching away on her pussy and clit trying to get her off. She was rolling
her hips rubbing herself up and down on my face. We were in our own world
as she held my head tight and finally came with a shriek. She held me hard
against her spasming cunt and rode my face for at least 30 seconds until
she finally came down to earth. I was as worn out as she was. She let go of
my head, stepped back and adjusted her g-string back into place. She was
covered with a sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess. She looked exactly
like she had just been fucked.

"Take your panties off," she commanded me and I quickly obeyed. I handed
them to her and she pulled her g-string aside once more before rubbing my
panties over her pussy. She then pushed them against my nose and mouth.

"Remember me while you are being teased by Larkin. I can make you feel so
much better than she can. She let go of my thong and turned and walked
out. I was still in a daze by what had happened in the last 10 minutes. I
did not make a move to stand up or to pick up my thong, which had fallen
from my nose to resting on my chest. Then without warning I heard the deep,
husky voice of my target for the evening. "Well what do we have here’ I've
been told you are my biggest fan." I looked up and there she was. Larkin
Love was towering over me. She was smiling, but it was a menacing smile,
like she was toying with me. She picked the wet thong off my chest and
smelled them.

"Yours’" she asked drawing out the syllable because she already knew the
answer.

"Yes," I replied meekly. Then I added, "The juices are Crystal's. She
wanted me to remember her."

"Ah, Crystal," Larking waxed poetically. "She really likes the ladies. Oh,
and she gave me this as I was walking in."

Larkin held up my remote. I wasn't embarrassed in the least. I just hoped
she would leave it on long enough to get me off. Then again part of me
wanted the tease she gave the guys in her video. I settled for watching as
Larkin deeply inhaled the panel of my thong again. Then she turned them
inside out and did it again.

"Your side is sweeter," she told me. I blushed.

"Do you always get strippers off in the VIP’" she asked with a definite
condescending tone. She had begin to rub her breasts and had a predatory
look in her eyes.

"Um, no," I replied. "That was a first. I've never been to a strip club
before."

She stopped rubbing her breasts long enough to sniff my thong again. "I
don't believe that, baby," she told me.

"No really," I said almost pleadingly wanting her to trust me. "I'm only
here for you," I blurted out. I regretted saying it almost immediately.

"For me’" she said questioningly.

I didn't want to tell her my Mistress ordered me to pick her up. I wanted
her to feel special. I imagined her lifestyle made it difficult to have
intimate friends and even if it was just for a couple of hours, I wanted
her to feel close with me.

"I've looked at your website and watched your movies. I wanted to meet you
in person."

As I said the words her expression changed. I noticed it became more in
control like in the movies where she dominated guys.

"If you watch my movies, you know what I am like," she said.

I nodded.

"Spread your legs," she ordered curtly.

I was just like when I was with Mistress. I felt a surge of power as I
acquiesced to her desires. She flicked a switch and instantly she was my
Domme.

"Did the other dancer get you off’" she asked me.

"No," I told her. "Crystal rubbed herself on my leg and then I ate her
until she came."

"Oh," Goddess Larkin replied. She moved closer to me. Although my legs were
spread, with her dancer's flexibility she was able to straddle both my legs
with ease. She was taller than me meaning her amazing breasts were exactly
mouth high. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Did Crystal turn your egg on for you’" she asked. When I replied that she
had, Larkin gave me her first command.

"I want you to masturbate for me, little girl."

While that command was music to my ears, being called little girl was the
icing on the cake. It made me feel innocent (as laughable as that might
seem) while still imposing her dominance over me. I reached between our
legs. I accidentally brushed the front of her g-string on the way to my own
bare pussy, now leaking juices onto my thigh.

"Don't me so presumptuous pet," she told me. "You're not really my type."

I started to open my mouth in protest but she pushed her boobs against my
face and muzzled me. I didn't get a nipple in my mouth, but I did get a
generous scoop of warm tit flesh. My right hand found my pussy and my left
fingers found my clit.

"That's a good girl," Larkin cooed. She sounded just like she did in her
jerk off videos. "Show mama what a good girl you are and how you play with
yourself. I melted against her. I'd been horny before, but now my lust was
on overdrive. She leaned back and fed me a nipple. I moaned against it. My
fingers were dancing and my orgasm was building. I didn't know if I should
let it consume me. Had I been with Mistress I would have know better than
to think I would be allowed to cum that quickly. But Larkin didn't know
that and from all indications, she wasn't about to stop me. But I suppose,
that was just wishful thinking. The song ended and she stood up. My hands
were still on my pussy.

"I have to get back to work you horny slut. If you want to get off, follow
me to the dressing rooms after I'm done here. I want you to keep playing
with yourself at your booth. Your friend can help if she wants, but don't
cum. I'm keeping these," she said picking up my thong. She then rubbed them
in my pussy again causing me to gasp.

"You might be fun after I finish up here tonight. I recognized your friend,
by the way. "Is she mas much of a pussy sub as you are’"

"Not as much as I am," I replied finally getting my composure back.

"Well if you can get her to go along with you, maybe I'll take you home
tonight. That's why you are here isn't it’"

I nodded.

"OK, we'll see how it goes. Now get out of here."

She said that last line almost comically. I stood up and started walking
toward the curtain. But before I left, Larkin called back out to me and
held up the remote. I watched as she pushed the button. I didn't make a
sound, at least not one that could be heard over the music, but my eyes
gave me away. Larkin walked back up to me. "I'm going to make sure this
gets passed around, but don't worry, nobody will make you cum until I give
the OK." Then she smiled which melted my heart.
Larkin pulled back the curtain and claimed her first paying customer as I
exited. He had a small bulge in his pants. I was sure she was paying $400
for the privilege of having her tell him how to jerk off and when to
cum. What a country. I looked at Bobby who had a non-phased look on his
face. Yes, he had probably seen it all and when Larkin handed him my remote
and whispered in his ear, he just nodded.

The other guys in line had all their eyes on me as I walked back to my
booth. Jennifer was back and greeted me with a big smile and then a
kiss. Immediately I tasted cum on her lips.

"Gloryhole," she said proudly. "He had a big thick dick."

I was only somewhat surprised. "Did you fuck him’" I asked.

"No," she replied as if she was offended. Then she added with a wink, "Not
enough room. How was your private dance."

"Crystal rubbed herself on me and then had me eat her pussy. She should be
good for a while," I said with a smile.

"And Larkin’" Jennifer asked.

"She said I wasn't really her type." I tried to look disappointed. "But
then she made me masturbate so I don't know."

"She made you masturbate’"

"OK, she told me to masturbate."

"And you just did it’"

I'm sure Jennifer was hardly as surprised that I would do that as she
pretended to be. I decided not to dignify her question with a response.

"She wants me to go backstage after she's done in the VIP," I told her.

"No shit’" Jennifer replied. "I thought you were not her type."

"I don't know," I replied. "That's what she said."

"So do you think you can seduce her’" she asked.

"I doubt it," I replied. "I mean, how would I do it. I could throw myself
at her. Tell her I'll do whatever she wants. But that's all I've got."

"She's smokin' hot," Jennifer countered. "We could offer her both of us."

"I thought you were into cock tonight," I said with more than a hint of
sarcasm."

"No. Well maybe. He had a big dick and I always wanted to try a
gloryhole. I'm not going to fuck him though."

"Well OK then," I said.

"Hand it over," Jennifer said sounding more authoritarian.

"Hand what over’" I replied confused.

"Your remote dummy," she said.

"Oh," I said finally understanding. "Crystal gave it to Larkin who gave it
to Bobby."

"Who's Bobby’" Jennifer asked.

"The VIP bouncer. She said something about passing it around and then
whispered in his ear."

"Oh. Interesting," she said.

The waitress appeared asking if we wanted another bottle, even though our
current bottle had plenty left. Then my egg started buzzing. Looking up at
her I saw her clutching the remote in her hand under her tray. I was sure
she saw me jump a bit when it turned on and I know she saw the lust in my
eyes. We told her thank you, but we were good. The egg stopped and she
walked to the next table.

Crystal appeared back on the stage and distracted me from my lust for
Larkin and the fire in my pussy. There was a new girl dancing with her. She
had jet black hair which hung down her back in a long pony tail. They were
dancing together which was driving the guys crazy on sniffers' row. I admit
I had impure thoughts about the two of them as well. Larkin's waiting line
was going down. I was impressed at her stamina. I saw her come out from
behind the curtain and grab the next guy. I thought about getting back in
line since she had not charged me the first time. But Jennifer was chatting
away about the dancers on stage and I didn't want to abandon her.

The last guy in line for Larkin's VIP attention went in at the same time as
Crystal and her new friend left the stage and started working the
crowd. Crystal was at a table with a bachelor party, but her partner with
the long black hair appeared at our table.

"Hey baby," she said to me. "Want to go into the VIP’"

I wanted to but I also was committed to seeing my submission to Larkin
through.

"No thanks," I told her. "I'm waiting for someone else."

"Come on sweetness," she cooed egging me on. "Crystal says you are a good
pussy sucker and you love smelly panties. Mine are real stinky." When I
didn't respond right away, mainly because I was imagining how her panties
would smell and taste, she turned her attention to Jennifer. "How about
you’" she asked. I was surprised when Jennifer asked what she would have to
do.
I was keen to hear, but Larkin appeared at the VIP curtain and started
walking toward the bar. She pointed at me a crooked her finger. Then she
pointed at the bar. I practically jumped up. I don't think I even excused
myself from the stripper and Jennifer. By the time I made it to the bar,
Larkin was already there. She wasn't sitting on a stool. Instead she was
bent over the bar top. She has bubble butt and it was on clear display. I'm
sure she was posing for potential clients and not for my benefit, but the
sight of her ass made me want to bury my face between her cheeks. She
turned toward me as I approached. Then I saw the bartender hold up my
remote.

"Hello slut," she said. "That was quick. Been waiting for me’" she mocked.

She picked up her drink and started walking. "Well come on," she said to me
loud enough to be heard easily. "I need to cum after teasing these guys for
two hours."

I followed behind her like a lost puppy. Like a lost puppy with a vibrator
buzzing away in its pussy. She led me backstage to the dressing
rooms. There were a few small rooms, all cramped with dancers making
themselves up before they danced. There were also a couple of girls I had
seen dance taking breaks. Larkin Love brought me to a dressing room at the
end of the hall which had a star on the door. "It's not much," she
said. "But it's private and I don't have to share." She opened the door and
pulled me inside. She then shut the door and told me to sit down. There
were two chairs. One was a recliner. The other was a desk chair in front of
a makeup table. I looked to her for direction as to which to pick. She
glanced at the table and began to move toward the recliner. I sat down at
the table and turned to face her.

"So I turn you on, do I’" she asked. But before I could answer she
continued. "I told you that you are not my type. Take your clothes off."

She was a study in contrasts. I wasn't her type but she wanted me
naked. Maybe she was just testing me to see if I could follow orders. I
quickly stripped down. She was only wearing her tiny g-string. Even though
she had a few extra pounds, she oozed sexuality. I was so primed to submit
to her that I knew I had to do something to get that chance. I watched as
she started rubbing her pussy through the g-string.

"I like to be watched, baby," she cooed. "What do you like’"

I watched her masturbate for a few seconds then decided to go for broke. "I
like to be told what to do," I confessed.

"Be more specific," she told me as her hands began to pick up the pace.

"Sexually," I said. "I like to be told what to do sexually by a strong
woman. I enjoy serving them and being punished when I act bad."

I figured she already knew I was into girls but I guessed it wouldn't hurt
to make sure.

"And what about Miss Tilly out there’" she asked.

"We just met. She's pretty kinky, although I think she is a switch. I'm a
born sub."

I was growing more confident in my answers figuring this was just a game
she was playing. I knew she was a Domme to men so I assumed she could sense
my true nature from the moment we met.

"I'll be honest," Larkin told me. "I'm not that into sub girls. I like the
gifts sub guys provide, but usually if I decide to be with a woman, I like
her to be a little more of an equal. I've loved Jennifer since I first saw
her in Let it Ride and I would take her back to my hotel and bang the shit
out of her if I could."

I saw that as my opening. "I can arrange that," I told her. I figured I
could use Jennifer as my wingwoman to satisfy Mistress' order that her
friend be well taken care of, but I wanted her for myself too. Just sitting
near her, me naked and her good as naked, had my juices flowing. "But
really, you should try me," I said with a smile. "I can make you feel good,
you don't have to worry about offending me and I'll do anything you ask."

She stared at me as if pondering the implications and options inherent in
my last statement. "I doubt I need you to pick up Jennifer. I saw from
behind the curtain how she was looking at Crystal when she gave you the lap
dance. She had pure lust in her eyes andÉ" I watched as Larkin cupped
her ample breasts. "Nobody can resist me when I put my mind to it."

I had no doubt she was correct about that boast. I needed to find a way to
sell myself to her. "I'm sure you can have anybody you want," I said
stroking her ego. "But I can make sure she is comfortable going with
you. I'll make it easier for you. I also know how to turn her on so you
don't have to do all the work."

"Ha," Larkin laughed at me. "I'm pretty much a pillow princess. If I take
someone back to my place they had better be ready to work to make me
happy."

"I'm a good worker," I replied.

"You talk a good game. But is your mouth writing checks your body can't
cash’"

"Why don't you find out’" I taunted her.

She looked me in the eyes for at least 15 seconds and then she stood up. I
watched her sashay over to me. In my sitting position I was level with her
incredible breasts. She didn't say a word, but instead wrapped her hand
around the back of my head and pulled my face into her cleavage.

"I like my breasts worshiped," she told me. I couldn't breath with my nose
and mouth surrounded by mounds of amazing tit flesh. I tried to say "Yes
Mistress," but it game out as an inarticulate mumble. She began to rub my
head around her boob. I was able to gasp for breath before she pulled me
tighter again. "How are you at sucking nipples’ What about pussy’ Do you
think you can satisfy me’" she asked. She had a completely condescending
tone. Just like I expect from a strong Domme and just the kind that made my
knees weak. I was glad I was sitting in a chair.

She continued to hold my face pressed against her breasts for another 30
seconds or so. I began to feel light headed. Then she released me and
stepped back long enough to remove her g-string. "At last, " I
thought. "She wants me to lick her pussy." But I misjudged her
interests. Instead she pressed her smelly, wet underwear against my
nose. "Smell my scent," she commanded. I took a exaggerated deep
breath. Then I felt her take one of my hands and bring it up to her sopping
g-string.

"Keep smelling it and then lick it clean while I get myself off," she
commanded.

I did as she asked. Fortunately it was a tiny g-string so it didn't cover
my eyes. I watched as she sat down in the recliner and spread her legs. She
put one leg over each armrest and began stroking her pussy. It was
glistening in the light. Larkin continued to verbally abuse me while she
played with her clit. It was obvious she was getting off on telling me what
a dirty, nasty slut I was (true) and how nice girls wouldn't let themselves
get in this position (also true) and then she taunted me to see if I was
getting turned on by tasting her pussy on her panties. I was ashamed to
admit that was true as well. Her abuse, the events of the night and the
buzzing egg in my pussy had me begging her for permission to cum almost
immediately.

"How long does your Mistress make you wait’" she asked me.

"Never this long before," I replied.

Her tiny dressing room began to reek of aroused female, as she got closer
to the release she sought. Holding her panties tight to my face I reached
down with my other hand and began rubbing my own pussy. That action brought
a quick rebuke as Larkin reminded me that I was there for her pleasure and
not my own. I whimpered in frustration and although I couldn't tell if she
reacted, I was willing to bet that she enjoyed hearing my displeasure.

Then, without warning, the door opened and a dancer I had not seen before
walked into the room. She was talking on her cell phone and initially
oblivious to what was happening. She asked Larkin if she could use her
eyeliner without breaking the cadence of her phone call. When she finally
looked down expecting an answer she saw me. The look on her face was
priceless. Then she turned at looked at Larkin whom I thought would climax
triggered by excitement of exposing herself to this new girl. But she just
said "sure," without missing a stroke although she did give a throaty moan
right after it. The girl looked back at me since I was blocking access to
the dressing table. I started to move out of the way but the girl pivoted
again looking at Larkin.

"Send over your friend with it when you are done. I could use a good
fluffing before performing tonight."

"Fine, but go out to the bar and get the remote for her vibe. If we don't
turn it off soon she will be worthless to us."

The girl agreed and then turned back at me and smiled. "I love MILFs," she
said before peeling down her panties and tossing them too me. I caught them
out of the air with my previously pussy stroking hand. I also took another
deep breath of Larkin's scent. I was getting light headed by the turn of
events.

"My boyfriend fucked me while I was wearing those before I came to work. He
gave me a creampie. Be a dear and clean them for me before you bring the
eyeliner."

She didn't wait for an answer. She just walked out of the room. I looked at
Larkin who was clearly about to orgasm. "Switch panties," she told
me. "Suck his cum off them."

She was obviously turned on by the nasty side of what I was doing. It was
one thing for me to sniff her panties since I was doing my best to seduce
her. But this other girl was a stranger I'd only met for less than a
minute. Yet there I was licking her boyfriends cum, which had dripped out
of her pussy, out of her soiled panties. I was completely lost in the
eroticism. Larkin had a noisy orgasm shortly thereafter and I found myself
wishing she was wearing her panties again so I could have cleaned her fresh
cum out of them. I also wished Larkin would have given me leave to crawl to
her and taste the source of her pleasure. But she was a pro and it was time
for her third and final show. She told me to switch places with her so she
could get ready. I sat down in the chair and spread my legs like she had
done hoping to entice her. But it didn't work. Like most Dommes, she was in
complete control of her emotions. She had used me to help her get off, but
now if was time to dance.

I sat there lost waiting for affirmation. Then the egg turned
off. Apparently the remote worked from the hallway. Although my legs were
spread and my pussy was leaking, I dared not touch it. I kept lapping at
the other stripper's panties. Larkin told me to give hers back and slipped
them back on. She then tossed me the eyeliner the other dancer requested.

"I needed that cum," she told me. "But I'm not 100% on taking you home
yet. I'll have to see who is out there for the late show. That's when the
generous guys usually show up. Go take care of Kerry. She likes her pussy
licked before she dances. If any of the other girls want anything, take
care of them too. You can join your friend when you are done."

She then walked out of the room leaving me spread and on display. I was
distressed that she had not decided to take me home (or to her hotel) but
at least there was an opening and that possibility. I didn't want to miss
any of her set, so I jumped up and went to the other dressing rooms looking
for the other dancer. The first room was full of women jockeying for
position around a small vanity trying to get their makeup right so they
could get out on stage, but no Kerry. I found her in the second room. It
was less crowded. There were three other dancers with her. She scolded me
saying "it's about time," when I walked in and handed her the eyeliner. I
also handed her panties back to her.

"Why did she have your panties’" one of the other girls asked.

"This is Larkin's new toy. She gets all the hot ones. This one cleaned
Tommy's cum out of my panties for me. She gets off on licking dirty
underwear. Don't you slut."

The girl was talking to me in a domineering tone, although I didn't peg her
for a Domme. I think she was just trying to pretend. Of course that didn't
prevent me from agreeing with her. I bowed my head in submission.

"Yes mam. I like to smell and lick panties," I confessed.

The girl who had asked about me now took charge. "I don't have a BF, but I
did masturbate twice in these panties today. Why don't you clean them out
for me’"

I expected her to pull her panties off, but instead she just sat down and
spread her legs. She didn't have to give me any more details about what was
expected. I dropped to my knees and crawled between her legs. I tentatively
stuck my tongue out and licked the front of her panties. The taste was very
strong. I could tell she wasn't the cleanest down there. I pulled my head
back as I did not enjoy her taste. But she was having none of it. She
grabbed my head and pulled me back tight against her smelly snatch.

"I know they're stinky, but you middle aged women love us young girls,
don't you’" she mocked me. I was unable to respond as I had a mouthful of
her soiled undergarment and she was still holding my head, but I managed to
move enough to nod.

"Come on Kelly," I heard a young voice behind me say. "You need to get
on-stage or Toby is going to be pissed."

I felt the girl drop my head and push me away. I was kneeling in front of
her as she stood up looking down at me. "Stick around until after this set
and I'll let you eat my pussy," she told me before walking out of the
door. I didn't say anything. I really wanted to get back to Larkin before
somebody else scooped her up for the night, but I wasn't going to tell Miss
Smelly Panties that. I did get a nice view of her ass as she walked out of
the door. Then I started to get up.

"Not so fast," the young voice said again.

I dropped back to my knees reflexively and then turned my head to match the
voice with a face. She did not disappoint. I know the dancers all have to
be at least 21 since the club served alcohol, but this girl was definitely
playing the role of jailbait. She was a pixie wearing a Catholic schoolgirl
outfit and had her hair pulled back into two pigtails. She was the only
girl I had seen who was not wearing high heels. She had on black leather
dress shoes completing her outfit. She looked like she didn't have a lot of
mileage on her and definitely looked too innocent to be working in a place
like this. Of course, looks can be deceiving.

"Do you like my outfit," she cooed. I nodded.

"I make lots of money from mommies and daddies," she told me. Then she
lifted her tiny skirt and I discovered she was wearing a very tiny Hello
Kitty panty. I began to drool. Mommy/daughter was never a fantasy of mine,
but this dancer was perfection and she knew it. I began to crawl toward
her. It was my intention to bury my face between her strong, toned legs,
but she wasn't that easy.

"I should be on stage right now making money," she told me. "If you want to
lick my panties, you have to pay me."

As humiliating as it was to lick the other dancers' panties, a fresh wave
of shame washed over me as I realized there was no question that I would
acquiesce to her demand. My tiny purse was still strung over my head so I
hurriedly opened it up and grabbed a twenty. I lifted my hand to her as an
offering.

"You can do better than that," she said. She also started rubbing the front
of her kitty slowly. Her hand mesmerized me slowly, hypnotically moving up
and down over the cartoon character. I grabbed another $20.

"That's what I make on the stage just from sniffers row. You have to make
me your VIP if you want to taste my sweet, delicate flower."

She pulled the edge of her panty over just enough to let me see her
pussy. I could tell how turned on she was by playing this game. Her lips
were puffy and her juices made her labia glisten. I did was to eat her, but
I also needed my money for Larkin. I had just enough for one more trip to
the VIP room.

"I can't," I told her. "I need that money for someone else."

"Ain't nobody here with as sweet a pussy as me," she boasted.

"It's complicated. I want to eat your pussy, but I can't spend $200 to do
it. Please let me eat you for just $40," I pleaded.

"You make me sound cheap," she countered. "What other pussy in this place
is worth $200’ My pussy is the best. It is tight and tasty."

I couldn't believe I was having this discussion. I was on my knees in the
dirty dressing room of a strip club arguing whose pussy I should pay to
eat. It was beyond degrading. But my own panties were soaked through. I
took several deep breaths and then decided to come clean.

"My Mistress wants me to pick up Larkin Love tonight."

I hung my head in shame.

"That's understandable," she said without missing a beat and seemingly
without judging me. "If you like big women, those fake tits of hers are
really something." She then dropped her skirt and started unbuttoning her
button down dress shirt. "Mine are not too big," she began. I watched as
she pulled her shirt open. She had tiny boobs, a B cup at most but maybe
even just an A. "But I'm blessed with big tasty nipples," she said while
she began to rub them. "They are very sensitive. I can cum just from having
them sucked."

Her actions were very deliberate. Her nipples were spectacular as they
responded to her fingers and engorged with blood. She was clearly trying to
seduce me and take my money. And it was working. I was falling under her
spell.

"I've worked with Larkin before. You're not her type. I'm sure the rich
guys who come for her last set are lining up for the VIP room."

"I know she likes women too," I told the young dancer.

"She does like women," the girl confirmed. "But she likes them to be take
charge women. You're way to submissive for her. The fact that you're
groveling before me to kiss my pussy proves that."

I was crestfallen. My plan to offer my services to Larkin was
failing. "I've watched her videos though. I know she is a Domme," I said.

"With men yes," the stripper said while still taunting me by rubbing her
nipples. "And on screen, definitely yes. Much more money to be made doing
what she does. But in her private life, at least with women, she like to
give up control."

The girl stopped paying with her nipple and lifted her skirt again. There
was now a visible wet patch on her kitty's head. My eyes were drawn to it
and I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes.

"I don't have time to waste. Either treat me like the VIP you know I am or
I'm leaving," she told me. I was still kneeling on the dirty floor. My mind
was racing. This girl was amazing and she had the right attitude in how she
was treating me. But I had been fantasizing about submitting to Larkin ever
since I had looked her up on the Internet. Even half an hour ago she seemed
to relish dominating me. I couldn't believe she was really a switch with
women. But then again, maybe she just needed some quick relief and I was a
way to do that. Maybe she was fantasizing about submitting to me while she
got herself off. MaybeÉ Oh my head was spinning.

"Time's up slut," the dancer told me. "Pay me for the privilege of serving
me or run back to Larkin and find out what I'm saying is true."

I could feel her eyes on me as my hand moved toward my purse. I was still
struggling with making this decision so I didn't open my purse right
away. I was looking down at the girl's feet. I couldn't lift my head. I was
so embarrassed to be in this situation. When I heard another female voice I
finally looked up. "Who's the mommy slut’" another dancer asked. She had
obviously just finished a set as she was only wearing a g-string and
covered in sweat.

"She is about to pay me $200 to pleasure me," my Hello Kitty goddess told
her.

"We'll hell honey," dancer number two exclaimed, "I'm horny as can be after
my fifth set tonight. You can eat me for free."

That sounded much better to me. As horny as I was I had the hope that this
girl might reciprocate if I did a good job for her. I stood up trying to
break the spell the first girl held over me.

"Sorry to disappoint you," stripper number one told stripper number
two. "But this one wants me and will be masturbating for weeks because she
had to pay to lick my pussy."

As I stood I came face to face with her and finally could look her in the
eye. At first she didn't say anything more. She just stared at me. I could
feel my willpower to resist her drain from my body.

"You see this one has been around the block," the young girl told her
coworker. "See the wedding ring’ She has a man at home, but here she
is. You have to know how to handle a woman who crave another woman. Not too
many of them walk in here, but the ones that do will pay your rent."

I began to feel almost faint. The girl continued to look me in the
eyes. She was looking through me into my core. Mistress Jacqui had given
me orders, but this girl had tapped into my soul. I began to drop back to
the floor.

"What's her name’" the second girl asked.

"It doesn't matter," my new dominant friend told her. "Don't get
attached. She'll be back for more next weekend. She knows where to find
me. Once you find a sugar mama, just tip the bouncer on duty and he'll look
the other way." She then turned her attention back to me. "Open up that
wallet sweetie. Give me all your cash."

I did so without further hesitation. She had broken me. Of course it was
much more than the $200 she had asked for. It was well over double as I had
been prepared to purchase Larkin's attention in the VIP.

"See," my newly appreciative partner told her friend. "$475 and all I have
to do is sit back and have my new mommy eat my pussy. Not a bad way to make
a living."

Dancer number two did not comment. My face was flush as I had been exposed
before them as a pussy craving sub slut. "Kiss my kitty," the girl told me
as I got the first taste of her juice through the Hello Kitty panties. The
girl didn't seem to be reacting, but I was enjoying myself. After maybe a
minute, she told me she wanted to sit down. When she did, she also removed
her panties. Now I could really go to work on her and I did with
gusto. I'd paid for the chance to eat her juicy pussy and I intended to
enjoy it. The girl was not giving me much feedback except for affirmative
comments when the other dancer asked her questions about how I was
doing. Apparently dancer two had never been with a woman before and wanted
to know what it was like.

"Put your hands behind your back," I was ordered and immediately I did.

"See how she follows commands’" my girl told her friend. "That's how you
know she is a winner. I could take her home with me and she would do
anything I told her all weekend just to please me. You could take her home,
tie her up and take turns with your boyfriend r****g her. She wouldn't say
no. She's a sub slut who loves to be told what to do."

My head was spinning because I knew she was describing me perfectly.

"Really’" the other girl asked. "She'd fuck my boyfriend. He's always
bugging me to have a three-way."

"Spank her ass a couple of times and ask her yourself."

I was crazy with lust not knowing the names of either of these young
dancers. Although I wasn't old enough to be their mothers, there was a
definite age element to how our relationship was developing. Dancer two was
definitely inexperienced in the world of kink. Her first two spanks on my
ass were tentative and relatively soft. When she asked about having a
three-way with her boyfriend she was not assertive. She should have told me
I was going to do her boyfriend. I decided not to answer at all until she
asked me properly and kept eating girl number one with gusto.

"Why didn't she answer," I heard her ask her friend. She chuckled.

"This one as been trained well. You didn't make an impression on her. Hand
me my hairbrush."

"Now we are getting somewhere," I thought. The girl ordered me to stop
pleasuring her (I was really pleasuring myself by eating her) and to put my
head to the floor. That left my ass high in the air waiting for her
discipline.

"To get the consideration of a slut like this, you need to get her
attention."

She was in an awkward position sitting in front of me, but she was able to
lean forward and wind up. The first blow was firm, stinging, and made me
shout out in pain. Well, maybe not pain, but surprise. Usually Mistress
starts with a few light impacts to warm me up. The girls seemed to like
that I screamed.

"You have to show a slut who is boss. Plus I am sure she gets off on
spanking."

Several addition quick swats rained down on my ass. I howled, but I didn't
try to get up. Girl one pulled my mouth back onto her pussy. Of course I
resumed my ministrations to her albeit with renewed enthusiasm.

"Here," she said to the other girl. "Take my hair brush. Spank her until
she makes me cum."

I hoped she was close after all the work I had put in on her. I also hoped
her spanking me had aroused her further. Since she was pretty quiet and I'd
never been with her before, it was a challenge to read her body
language. Except of course the copious amount of juice flowing from her
pussy.

Stripper number two was not as forceful as number one had been and I
appreciated that. I can take a long hand spanking but the hairbrush was
much more harsh. The girl kept asking questions about how hard to hit me
and whether or not to concentrate on one area. (By the way, the answers
were "as hard as you want" and "yes, bruise her so her hubby knows what she
is.") I could tell she was still unsure of herself because after a couple
of very hard blows, she lowered the force. Then she asked if she could
finger my pussy. I wasn't expected that. I wiggled my ass as an invitation.

Stripper number 1 made fun of me silently begging for it, but then
thankfully told her friend to go ahead provided "I didn't cum before she
did." I mouthed into her pussy "Of course not Mistress." Then I moaned as I
felt two fingers push inside of me.

"What the hell is that’" asked stripper two. I realized she was talking
about my egg. I wiggled my ass and she pulled it out.

"Well, damn," she exclaimed. "She has a vibe in her snatch."

"What a dirty girl," stripper one retorted. "Fuck her harder for being such
a bad girl."

I knew it would not take long of her finger banging to bring me over the
edge. I just had to earn that cum by making number one cum first. I
continued eating her and nibbling on her clit. I should have reached up and
played with her nipples. She had already confessed how quickly that gets
her off, but I was enjoying holding my hands behind my back too much. Even
though they were not cuffed, just holding them in the small of my back was
giving me a thrill. Finally girl one pulled my hair and wrapped her legs
around my head. With an "oh baby" and "good mommy" she orgasmed into my
mouth. I dutifully lapped up all her girl cum until she released my head
and pushed me back slightly. Of course I didn't get up. I concentrated on
rutting my pussy back onto the hand busily banging me. As I forced my ass
back onto her hand I called out for her to spank me more while she fucked
me. I was not nearly as quiet as girl one had been. I'm sure they could
hear me throughout the backstage area where the music is reduced to a
relentless dull beat. She spanked me a couple of times and I could feel a
whopper of an orgasm building. Then number one really fucked me.

"Stop for a second. Just hold your fingers still."

Girl two stopped finger fucking me. I didn't care. I kept forcing myself
back onto her hand. Girl one grabbed my hair again and pulled my head up.

"Don't get greedy," she told me. Then she said to the other girl, "Now ask
about the threesome with your man."

You know how I felt about only playing with girls because that isn't
"cheating," but in my hyperaroused state, it didn't take much convincing to
promise to be "their play toy." Truthfully I wasn't sure if I would to go
through with it (In the moment I wanted to but I figured after I came I
might change my mind.)

Then girl one said word I definitely wasn't expecting. "Well let's
introduce her to him."

Girl two backed away and girl one stood up. I was left high and dry which I
wasn't about to let stop me. I reached between my legs and started rubbing
my clit. I was close. Real close. But a sharp crack with the hairbrush
(harder than the others) and a verbal admonishment brought me back to
reality. Stripper two then offered her hand to help me off the dirty
floor. God how I needed to cum. But apparently these two young girls were
not going to allow that just yet.

I was led back into the hallway that led to the stage area. I was
disheveled and looked exactly like I felt. None of the guys in the club
would have any trouble figuring out what I had been doing. My humiliation
was continuing. As we reached the door I suddenly thought about Jennifer. I
had left her alone a long time ago. I hoped she was alright.

"Are you here with someone’" stripper one asked. I told her I was. "Well go
to your table. We'll be right over." I nodded and began to walk alone back
to our booth. Jennifer was sitting alone. I though she might be pissed at
me, but she smiled. As I slid into the booth she leaned over and kissed me
hard. She forced her tongue into my mouth. I should not have been surprised
to taste another load of cum. I wondered if she could taste pussy on my
lips.

"Well you look like hell," was all she said.

I pointed to the two dancers. "Yeah, it was interesting. The Catholic
school girl is a wannabe Domme."

I watched as a muscular guy began walking toward us with stripper number
two. Number one was walking onto the stage and as I had anticipated, the
guys sitting around the stage instantly appreciated her outfit. When they
reached the table, stripper two introduced him as Tommy, the club's
manager. He shook my hand and said "Starlight tells me you want to have a
threesome." Jennifer quickly turned her head to look at me with her mouth
slightly agape.

"Well maybe," I replied. "But not tonight. I sort of have other plans."

Starlight spoke up, "Yeah, she thinks she's going home with Larkin."

Tommy replied, "She doesn't seem like Larkin's type, but maybe she'll get
lucky. Do you have a grand on you’ I hear that is the minimum charge to
take her home. But given the crowd we have tonight, that number may be
low. Of course as a reputable club we don't know anything about that."

I didn't want to tell him another one of his strippers took all my money
and made me beg to lick her panties.

Starlight then interjected. "Tonight may still work out. Angeline took all
her money backstage. She's broke."

He looked down at me with a predatory look in his eye. "Not broke," I
replied. "Just cash poor at the moment. My friend Jennifer is going to loan
me some money and I'll get the rest out of the ATM."

"I'm not judging you," Tommy said. "Most ATMs around here only let you
withdraw $300 a day so unless Jennifer has $700, you're probably out of the
race for Larkin's affections. Actually you probably need $1200 from your
friend."

Jennifer then spoke up. "I'd give it to you but I'm down to my last
$200. Sorry."

Just then Larkin walked out of the VIP. My lust for her instantly returned,
as did the fire Starlight left behind in the dressing room. The three other
people at the table all saw my eyes glaze over as I watched her walking
back toward the dressing room. She was almost there when Tommy waved her
over. I started getting nervous.

"Hi babe," he greeted her. "What's the top bid so far’"

Larkin replied, "$1,750 and he has big dick."

"Well this fine lady wants you too. But she's broke."

"I know," she stated matter of factly. "We met earlier. Did you take care
of my friends’" she asked me.

"Yes, but Angeline took all my money and Starlight here just finger fucked
me until I was ready to cum and then she stopped," I told her trying to
sound mad.

"That's too bad," Larkin said. "Is Angeline wearing her Hello Kitty panties
tonight’"

I answered yes. We all turned to look at her as Angeline started a lap
dance two tables away from us.

"Stand up," Larkin ordered. "Who has her remote’"
"I don't know," I replied almost pleading. "They took the egg out in the
dressing room."
Of course I also obeyed her command. By the time I was standing next to
her, my knees were weak again. By the time she put her hand under my skirt
and started rubbing my drenched panties, I was panting.

"They really left you desperate and wet, didn't they’" she said
sarcastically. I nodded. "Let's see if we can take care of that," she
said. "Hop up on the table." Instantly I obeyed. I wanted to show her how
well I followed directions. She reached back under my skirt.

"Business is business. I have to leave soon," she said as she began to rub
my pussy through my panties. But I'm sorry my young friends didn't let you
cum. That was very rude of them. Starlight, Tommy and Jennifer all were
enjoing the show as the gorgeous dominatrix toyed with my body and
emotions. I was so hot I didn't care that our audience was growing as guys
realized I was being masturbated in the open. Larkin paused for a moment
appearing to think. Then she told me to stand up and give her my
panties. Had I been thinking straight I would have refused that order
instead of following it and exposing my pussy in public. Well my skirt hid
it, but that was short and I was sure I'd be up on the table again very
soon.

I watched as Larkin took a deep breath smelling my scent. She then turned
and moved the six feet or so to Angeline's lapdance. Angeline was grinding
away on a guy obviously happy to have a young girl tease him.

"Trade panties with me," Larkin told her holding up my thong. Angeline
stood up from the guy's lap and began to pull down her tiny Hello Kitty
panties.

"What the fuck!" shouted the guy.

"Oh, behavior yourself," Larkin said as Angeline slid my wet panties up her
legs. I don't blame him for being pissed that his dancer paused, but hell,
he got a free beaver shot so why was he complaining’ I credit Larkin for
diffusing the situation by pulling his head into her ample chest. She then
shook her massive tits back and forth against his face. Her sweat greased
the way as she assaulted him with her boobs. It didn't take long for
Angeline to be back in action as Larkin released the lucky guy and Angeline
climbed back into his lap. She then turned back to me.

"Up on the table again, but lift your skirt first."

Now I was sure other people were going to see my oozing pussy, but I didn't really care. Nor did I care when Larkin flipped Angeline's panties 180 degrees and put them over my head covering my nose and mouth like a surgical mask. The smell and taste was heavenly. Then she went to work on my pussy again and her fingers were magic.

"Are you loud when you cum," she asked me. I moaned yes.

"Starlight," she now commanded. "Go to work on her nipples. Jennifer you can help her."

My blouse was quickly discarded as my breasts joined the free show the club's patrons were getting. Having two beautiful women sucking my nipples while the feature dancer was finger fucking me was a way better show than anything happening on the stage. But I hardly noticed if we were even being watched. My entire focus was on Larkin's jet-black hair, her ruby red lips and her massive tits. My orgasm was once again building like a freight train and I silently prayed she would bring me off and wasn't just doing this to tease me. I think I would have gone insane if that happened and I definitely would have walked out the door no matter what punishment I had to face from Mistress Jacqui.

But fortunately leaving me begging and panting to cum wasn't in Larkin plan. A consummate performer, she was giving the patrons one final show before she took her act more private and more profitable. I remember hearing a song end and realized the DJ didn't start another one. Larkin was forcefully finger banging me now and as I looked around everyone in the place was looking at me. Hello Kitty entered my mouth with each breath as I gulped for air. Angeline scent was driving me wild as I remember what she did to me in the dressing room and the memories mixed with the stimulation I was feeling at that moment. Larkin could tell what I was feeling. "Don't worry about begging me to let you cum. Just riding my fingers and let yourself go," she told me.

I was getting dizzy again from all the stimulation. I was getting close.
The crowd could sense my excitement and began to cheer. Then she curled her
finger around inside my pussy and began tapping on my g-spot. With her
other hand she began to rapidly rub back and forth against my clit in time
to her tapping on my g. "Let it go for me baby," she cooed. "Cum for all
these people. Show them what a good little slut you can be." I was right on
the edge. I wanted to cum but my body was holding out. The humiliation of
my situation was glorious. Being stimulated at four points plus the smell
and taste of Angeline's panties was driving me insane. I wanted it to last
forever. But then without warning, I started squirting. I remember seeing
fluid shooting out at high velocity out of my pussy right into Larkin's
face. Then I blacked out.