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When the Teacher is the Pet, Part Two

I had a hard time sleeping that night. After my session with Shanda The night before I had slept so much because of how stressed I was. However, that sleep wasn't caused by the stress so much as an escape from it. Even sleep didn't give me a leave from the reality of my situation. When I did manage to sleep, my dreams were filled images of Shanda’s juicy little pussy and the spanking she had given me.

Shanda had power over me. Eating out her young pussy was amazing. Humiliating, but I had never cum with any girl or woman the way Shanda made me cum.

I awoke one time that night after a dream I was with another woman. The woman I was with had no identity besides a romantic interest. Perhaps I drew parts of her from women I've known throughout the years. I'm no psychologist, though. Just before the dream ended, she began tying me down. I didn't want her to, but she did it anyway. I fought her, but I was too weak to keep her from tying me up. The dream did that thing where places and people were different without it seeming odd or catching your awareness. I was in college.

I was in the hallway of the dorm I lived in as a freshman. Well, it wasn't at all the same, but that's what the location was. I was still tied up. The other woman was younger, suddenly. She was spanking me with her hand, but it hurt. There was a crowd of students watching. They all clapped and told me I was so lucky to be having sex with her. I cried and shouted. None of them helped me. They couldn't hear my cries for help. They thought I enjoyed it

It was 9 o'clock AM. I slept in. I must have gotten up in a haze and turned off my alarm earlier. I didn't want to get out of bed. I thought back to Mrs. Talbot the principal almost walking in on me naked. After Shanda had used me, I tried to cry. I don't know how long I had tried, Managed to get a few tears out. I heard something outside the door. I'm not sure what I heard. Perhaps it wasn't even a sound, but a presence that I felt. My first reaction was to get my clothes on. The skirt was easy to put on, so was first. It scraped my butt on the way up, but I ignored the pain in my haste. My shirt took more time, but the door wasn't open until I had gotten it on. It wasn't entirely straight, but wasn't so out of place someone looking at me would wonder why.

The principal was talking to me. I missed some of it, being distracted with the pounding of my heart. I was almost caught. Almost caught by someone else, anyhow. she was comforting me, saying how he was sorry that whoever I was waiting for didn't show up. I didn't have time to hide that I had been crying. Sort of crying. It was obvious to her something was wrong. She must have assumed the fictitious date had stood me up or otherwise canceled. I told her there was nothing to do about it now, but Mrs . Talbot insisted that I could rely on her if I needed anything. I picked up my briefcase and purse and left, forcing a smile as I said good-bye. It was difficult to do without bending and letting her see down my shirt or up my skirt, but I think I did it. I don't know. Maybe.

9:30 AM. I was supposed to go to Shanda's at noon. Her house has caller ID, and so she called me soon after I called her house to leave the message. She told me to wear anything I wanted, and to bring every piece of my underwear I could fit in my briefcase.

What was she going to do with my panties? All of them fit in my briefcase, so what was I going to do without panties? What did she intend? Did she simply want me to know how embarrassing it'd be if someone looked and saw them, or was she up to something? Did she want me to count the pair I'd wear? And why did she want me to bring a hundred dollars? Was she going to demand shush-money as well, now? I wanted to go back to sleep. Perhaps forever.

I only got about fifty minutes. It was almost 10:30. I got up and out of bed. I was still tired and would remain that way all day, given the quality of my sleep. I needed to get ready. Yes, "need". I'm an English teacher, I know how to use it and what it means. People do many things that they need to but do not want to. I simply had to do something I loathed more than anything else I could think of. I had breakfast first. I was very hungry. That may have added to my poor sleep. I had a breakfast cereal. It was my favorite, but it was cold and bitter. I was cold and bitter. I ate it because I needed to. I supposed my life was going to be a lot like that.

My shower was uneventful. I used cold water. I don't know why. I think I began hating myself. I had no integrity, no dignity. I could be manipulated, controlled, by someone who was supposed to be a student of mine.. I saw the shaving cream. Of course, I used it. Very little had grown, but I thought it would be safe to both avoid allowing it to poke me today, and this way Shanda would be pleased and, perhaps, not be a total bitch. Something inside my chest melted into sludge as I realized I would have to put effort not only into doing as she said, but attempting to make her happy. The sludge in my chest was mud. I could almost taste it.

I got to her house a few minutes before noon. Her drive-way was empty. She told me her mother wouldn't actually be home when I got there, and it looked to be true. It depressed me when I heard it, but I half expected it already. I sat in my car a few minutes. I wasn't going inside until I had to. A good song was on anyhow. It ended, and I shut off my car. I focused. I got my inner strength together, in the middle of my mind. I was here not only to please Shanda, not only to keep my job, career, and life, but also to keep my initiative if I saw the opportunity to end her power over me. I would take every chance I got to do just that. I left my car and approached the door.

There was a post-it on the door;

"Bitch,

Do not knock or use the doorbell. Come in. Whenever you find a note, take it with you.

XOXO – Shanda who must be obeyed."

She liked notes. I suppose it gave her a sense of power. She could command me to do things without immediately expending her energy. It seemed likely to me, anyhow. I got inside. There were stairs in front of me, and an archway to either side. The right was a kitchen, and the left a living room. There was another post-it on the inside of the door, right on the doorknob.

"Bitch, Strip nude. Leave your clothes, purse, briefcase, and anything else you may have brought, on the welcome mat. Go to the living room (archway immediately on your left) and then enter the door around the corner in the back and close the door. Go down the stairs you see. At the bottom of the stairs, sit on the bottom step, and feel under it for the next note."

How embarrassing. Nude in a strange house, leaving my things unattended. I did as the note said. My shoes first, then my slacks and nylons. I wasn't wearing any panties, they were all in my briefcase. I took off my jacket and then my shirt. I folded each one and placed them atop my shoes. I took off my bra and dropped it on the pile. I left my briefcase and purse leaning on the pile and went into the living room. It was difficult to leave my purse there, but I'd be damned if I got punished again. The living room was well furnished. Huge television, leather sofa and chair. A fireplace at the back wall. Plenty of electrical devices sat atop the TV; Stereo, DVD player, game consoles, and some I didn't recognize. I walked around the coffee table to the back corner, around which I couldn't see. Though there wasn't a sound, that only added to my tension. It felt as though someone would walk around the corner suddenly. I imagined them trying to get me, "pervert", to leave, swinging a broom at me. I rounded the corner and managed a nervous laugh at the imagined sight. I might have enjoyed it if I were chased away by Shanda's mother. Well, not the chase, but being able to leave. My nudity was at the forefront of my mind as I thought about other people being home.

Silently, I opened the door. Sure enough, I smelled a bit of dust and moister. The door to the basement. I stepped in and it was dark. Some light came in from the small windows you find at the top of the walls of most basements. Or so it appeared. I didn't actually see the windows, yet. I shut the door. The stairwell was really dark, but I didn't want to do anything not on the notes just to discover I've upset something. And a light might draw attention. To… whoever might have been down there? I didn't know, but I also didn't choose to turn on the light. Being naked in someone else's house makes you suspicious someone might be around the next corner. I was already much colder. I stepped on the wooden steps. They creaked with my weight. Every one of them. If someone was going see me down here, they'd be sure to watch for me on my way, now. The coolness of the basement became coldness as I got to the last step and sat. My feet were cold from touching the cold steps. Now my butt was, too. It actually felt good, though. My butt had long bruises along it, and the cold step felt nice on it.

I was shivering as I reached under the step. I looked around as I felt underneath. It was a typical basement. Dusty, cemented, and full of junk. It wasn't junk to it's owners, but there were boxes and mechanical parts of all sorts. I noticed the bottom step had been recently cleaned. There was no dust or dirt on it. I was thankful that Shanda had forethought and didn't want me to get an infection of some sort, at the very least. I found the note stuck to something under the step;

"Bitch, I don't know if you can see it, but there's a camera on the other side of the basement from you. It has a good angle. Spread your legs and place your feet at the edge of the bottom of the steps. Use the dildo this note is attached to on your cunt. As you do, audibly count to two-hundred. Get wet. When you're done, go back upstairs and bring the dildo. Go to the front door.

XOXO – Shanda"

Oh, great. I did as the note told me. The pink dildo was as dry as I was. The solution I came up with would not only solve the problem, but might even please Shanda. I put the dildo in my mouth. Not long, but it got wet and, I imagined, was sexy. I felt what little was left of my self-respect become a little softer, more pliable. I was numb to it. I didn't move my hips at all as I moved it to the location of my body it's meant for. I let the head of the dildo slide up and down my pussy lips, spreading my legs wider. I spit on my own pussy, something I had never done before. I slowly circled the head of the dildo around my pussy and then firmly twisted it inside my cunt.

I became transfixed with the felling of the pink cock moving in and out of my pussy, and occasionally I would let the head circle my stiff clit. The counting took a very long time. I thought about what the video camera might feed to. Would I be recorded for later use, or is it feeding to some web-site on the Internet. Well, my worries were irrelevant, so I tried to focus on the numbers. It took longer than I thought it would take. I began fucking myself harder with the dildo but didn’t want to make myself cum.

Finally, at two-hundred, I took the dildo out even though I could have brought myself to a cunt crushing orgasm Shanda’s note had not mentioned climax.

I walked up the steps. My body was chilled. Even though I had enjoyed the dildo fuck it had not warmed me. I was thankful when I got to the other side of the door. It was warmer. However, I was also closer to actually doing things with Shanda. Though, I supposed, it'd also be over faster. I got to the front door. All my stuff was gone. I was now trapped. Or, more accurately, I was deeper in the trap. In its place was a leather strap with metal things on one end. It was a black, leather collar with the word "bitch" in pink letters on the front. Attached to it was another note.

"Bitch, Put this on. It has your name on it. It's a gift from me. Once it's on go up the stairs. Enter the last door on the left. Leave the door wide open, and look on the bed.

XOXO – Shanda who must be obayed"

I put the collar on and it fit well. I noticed a quiet sound coming from up the stairs. It was constant… I took some steps up the stairs and recognized it as running water. A shower? It must have been Shanda. I hoped it'd be Shanda. If it were someone else, I could have been in trouble. Of course it'd be Shanda. I continued up the steps. A fear made each step a little taller. I reached the top of the stairs. The first door on the right is where the noise came from. It was still going. Someone could be heard moving in the rushing water, splashing a little on a different path to the floor of the tub. I kept going to the last door on the left. It was already opened, so I stepped in. I had to resist the impulse to shut the door so it might hide me. I opened it all the way, and it stopped at the wall to the right of it. The bed was against the wall I entered, to the left. The whole room was dark. The brightest colors in the room were merely a small part of larger, darker things. The walls were a dark blue. The bed and it's blankets were black. In the far corner, beyond the bed, was a computer desk. The screen saver was a slide-show of pictures. Me with Katelyn. My eyes teared up, I looked away and saw a note in the center of the bed.

"Bitch, Throw away the notes in the bin on the other side of the bed. You'll find a hand-cuff attached at each of the posts of the bed. Put your ankles in the ones at the foot of the bed, and your wrists in the ones at the top of the bed. The last one may be tricky with only the one hand free, but you'd better get it, or you'll be punished. Have the dildo in your pussy. Do not allow it to fall out.

XOXO – Shanda"

She had copies of the images on her computer. I immediately dashed to the computer and moved the mouse. The screen saver ended. I opened the options for the screen-saver to find the folder's location. The folder with the pictures of Katelyn and me. I wish I had my purse. There's a pen and notebook in it specifically for such notes. Instead, I simply remembered it. I read it to myself a few times.

There was nothing more I could do, so I threw away the notes. I got all the hand-cuffs in reach and then considered the situation. What if she was a psycho? She has already proven she's capable of deceit, and she has hurt me on purpose, because she wanted to. But then, what would happen if I didn't do this? She was going to get what she wanted anyway. I was utterly defenseless, naked in a strange house. If she intended to kill me, the best disobeying her now could do is… well, save my life. I could run. On the bed, I could not. I decide to take the chance. I had taken so many chances already. I placed one cuff on my ankle numbly. I repeated the process with the other. I put my right wrist in it's cuff. I grab the dildo, and put it as far into my cunt as I could. I tried to squeeze it to keep it in place, but that just shot it out. I put it back and remained as relaxed as I could. It stayed, but moving made it squeeze out a bit.

I couldn't reach the last hand-cuff. I had to stretch myself out uncomfortably to get to it. I had no idea how helpless I'd be until then. I was so stretched out, I was nearly taut like a bowstring. Relaxing to keep the dildo in was difficult, but I got the cuff around my wrist. I couldn't close it, though. I banged it against the bed-post, but it simply left my wrist. I put my wrist back in it, though it took a few minutes. The screen-saver came back on. Phew. I jerked my wrist and, seemingly by incident, the cuff hook went into the bottom part of the cuff. I swung my hand against the bar to tighten it. With the work of actually getting it on done, it was easy to tighten it. That's when I noticed a presence.

I looked at the doorway. Nobody was there. Huh. That's when my position sunk in. What if a murderer broke in before Shanda got to me? What if after? I couldn't do anything? Well, I couldn't do anything, so I watched the screen-saver. The bead spread beneath me aggravated my butt. I wished I could have done that upside down. I noticed the shower water had stopped. There was movement from behind a door. In the bathroom, I assumed. I hoped. If it was another door, someone else could find me here. Even if they didn't belong in this house. But why worry about that? It was mid-day and Saturday. The door I had heard movement behind opened. My heart raced. Helpless more than I had ever been, I was scared what was to come. My heart's beating gave away my presence.

All too soon, I saw a shadow on the door, of someone approaching. The body casting the shadow approached and then entered the door. Shanda. Her long, dark hair was wet and she was naked. She was pale, as usual. Pale and skinny. Not without her charms, but I didn't pay much attention to them at the moment. And not because of the camera she held to her eye. Though it certainly helped. I immediately faced the other direction. My body was hot in embarrassment She was video-taping me. My body. Helpless. I know she could show anyone the pictures she had, but this was different. She was recording me in my lowest. She was recording an ignoble, worthless bitch. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I think I spent all my tears. All I did was blanch. I suppose. I might also have gotten redder. I sure felt different, whichever it was. I couldn't react. I shut my eyes.

"Isn't my bitch so beautiful, everyone out there in Internet-land?", Shanda began. What she just said struck me like a mallet. Was I breathing? She got closer and pointed her camera at my dildo stuffed pussy, "See how she's all prepared for me to have fun? Shaved beautifully, moist, and she already seems to have had some fun with her new friend."

She played with the dildo for a few seconds, rotating it and pushing it deeper into my cunt. I moved at the sensation. I didn't mean to, but it felt so hot, so good. She shifted her weight and got off the bed. I heard her go to her computer. My eyes opened automatically. I stared at her. She was connecting her camera to the computer. She turned to me and said, "My computer has much more memory."

I groaned. She did something on the computer. I couldn't tell what, the screen was too far away. I saw the camera's point of view on the screen, in a window. She picked up the camera, attached to a long cord, and got on her knees next to me on the bed. She said, "We're not going to do anything super-amazing, today. This will be the teaser."

She pointed the camera at me and began to pan it across my body. I was looking away, so I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing.

“ Now ladies check out these amazing tities, oh fuck don’t you just want to slap them?” Shanda giggled and gave each of my boobs two or three painful slaps.

“Oh fuck, look how her cunt takes this dildo, already wet with her juices,” she slammed the dildo into my pussy to the hilt then began to fuck me hard. I had gotten myself wetter than I thought I did while I was in the basement. Though, she was making me wetter, especially when she let the dildo slip out of my pussy to torture my clit. She made the cock go in hard fast circles around my sensitive button then pressing down on it hard with the rounded tip.

She pulled it up, pressing against the cunt lips sliding it fiercely up and down my slit. I couldn't do anything besides lift my pelvis with the motion. She placed the camera between my legs and pointed it at my butt, "She obeys me because she knows what happens when she doesn't. My little bitch loves me, don't you, bitch?"

I hesitated. She smacked my butt with her open hand, though there wasn't much room for the motion underneath me. Thanks to the punishment I had received yesterday, it hurt much more than it otherwise would have. I turned to face her, "Yes, I do and I love your cunt too."

She had been recording for a few minutes. She licked her lips now that I was looking. I think she knew I hated that. She moved herself closer to my head, and then lifted her right leg. She placed it over my head, and then lowered herself. One leg on either side of my head, she faced the foot of the bed. Her butt was in my face, her already wet pussy lowered to my mouth. I was about to let my long tongue enter her tight young cunt, when she stopped moving. She noticed something. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up against her, "Bitch, did you touch my computer?"

My heart sank. "Yth, Mthtrth.", I said into her womanhood. She pressed her slick cunt lips into my mouth a little, fuck her young firm pussy flesh it felt good. She gently humped her cunt on my mouth and I slipped my tongue inside her. I began to lick and suck on her stiff little clit. Shanda was getting into it. Soon, she had released my hair and bucked her soft little pussy on my mouth. She was certainly enjoying it as I tried to lick her clit with each hard thrust. She didn't say anything. She was pointing the camera… at something, in some direction, on the other side of her from my eyes. It didn't feel so bad. I was effectively disconnected from the rest of my body. Though she had it, and though her hot young pussy had my mouth. I could look and think as I desired on this side of her.

Then, she stiffened and her young body seemed to vibrate. She started screaming, "Suck my clit eat my cunt, bitch! That's right! Fuck, you're good! … Oooooooh" fuck don’t ever stop, I’m going to squirt my girl juice all over your pretty face.

Then suddenly cum shot from her tight little cunt, nearly drowning me
“Drink it bitch, take all of my cum you fucking cunt slut. You love my girl juice, don’t you …oh fuck yes, you fucking bitch!”

A second squirt of cum washed over me and down my neck and onto the bed spread. She finally gently lifted her pussy from my face.

. I could feel one of her hands, the one without the camera presumably, feel around my abdomen. She lightly scratched down and back up each leg, back around my abdomen, and repeated it. She soon reached between my legs. She slipped fingers into my sloppy cunt and spread my fat lips. She did that for a while, and the dildo eventually plopped out due to it. She stopped playing with me and used her hand to put the dildo back. She twisted it hard into my pussy as she and began slamming it in and out. I heard a beep from the camera, and saw her set it on the side of the bed. She bent down. Soon, I felt her tongue on my clit. I groaned and arched my back against the restraints. Shanda’s tongue was amazing, , it moved with lighting speed up and down my cunt, plunging deep inside me one second then flicking over my throbbing clit the next.

She got into a 69 position and I brought her to another orgasm. Soon afterwards, my eyes popped open. Shanda was using the flat of her tongue to make fast circles around and over my clit and it was brining me to the brink of an amazing climax. She got me very close, but suddenly pulled out the dildo and stopped licking my clit. I thrust my hips upwards, desperate to fulfill my desire, but there was nothing there. Shanda sat back up. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at me. The angle was odd for me, but she was smiling, "No, you've been bad. You don't get to cum."

She probably thought I really enjoyed the situation! Shanda slammed her pussy into my face. All I could do was is to use my tongue and lips on her dripping cunt and hope she'd finish with me and let me leave. She began to move. She crouched, then turned 180 degrees, and began grinding her young pussy on my mouth and nose again. She had what I could only describe as a devilish grin. She seemed at an odd angle. Not enough for me to notice at first, unfortunately. Or maybe fortunately. When I stuck my tongue back out to start licking her again, it felt funny. That's when it hit me, her cunt was more on my nose than my mouth. I stopped licking from the shock of what I concluded. She could see it in my eyes, and her grin widened. She reached both hands behind herself and spread her buttocks apart. She lowered down a bit. Her tight young ass was resting on my mouth. With glee, she said, "You should have known better than to touch my computer. I know your tongue can get deep into my ass, so don't hold back."

I let my tongue circle the tight wrinkled hole. "Would you prefer something even worse? You know you didn't have permission to touch my computer, but you did it anyway. I just got out of the shower, and I… well, made sure I was clean. So you stick your tongue in my asshole right now or I'm going to think of something even worse!"

I had to take her word for it. I moved my tongue up to her but hole again. It was kind of rough, but soft and somewhat flexible. The most important quality it had was lack of flavor, though. Well, it seemed as though it tasted like pussy but that could easily have been the pussy that was basically covering my nose, giving me just enough room to breath. I licked a few times, and there was nothing disgusting about it beside the concept, so I pushed my tongue forward. She was relaxed and ready, There was very little resistance as my tongue entered her hole. She sighed as it did, and her grin became more of a smile. No terrible flavor, yet. I got brave enough to lick around inside her ass . I pushed and twisted my tongue in as for as I could. Her whole body trembled with each thrust of my tongue. My impulses were onto what I was doing, and wouldn't let me get away with it. I gagged. Shanda gave me a warning look, and I shoved the gagging away. I relaxed and put my tongue back into her tight orifice.

I moved my tongue around in circles and looked up at Shanda. She was using one hand to play with her small firm titties. She was biting her own lips softly, and her other hand was going through my hair. That hand slowly moved down my forehead, past my eyes, and right to her clit. She began to flick it softly with one finger. As she did, her sweet ass tightened. My tongue stayed in as her butt walls contracted a bit every once in a while as she pinched and pulled on her clit. She got the camera and turned it back on. She sat forward and put it behind her. I could tell she was recording my tongue going into her anus. I kept myself from gagging. I don't know how, but I managed to keep working. Perhaps, by this point, I felt I didn't even deserve to retch. She interrupted my thoughts, "My bitch loves eating out her my hot young asshole, doesn't she?"

What else could I do? I answered, "Yeth Mithreth.", and somehow managed to restrain myself from gagging.

She shut off the camera and moved her hips back a few inches. She set the camera down and, before she could look back to me, I made her glad she had moved her hips back. My tongue was tired, and I was humiliated, and I hated the entire situation, but this way it'd encourage her to not put her anus over my mouth at all soon. Of course she happily said, "Oh, I forgot how much you love eating cunt!"

As I licked and sucked on her pretty pussy and clit, she picked up the still wet dildo and put it behind her. I expected to feel it on me, but I was wrong about where to expect it. She accidentally hit my right breast with it as she pulled it closer to her tail end. It nicked my chin. I felt a bulge in the back of her cunt. She was fucking her own ass! She 'Oh'ed and 'Ah'ed as she did it, too! She began pushing it in and out of herself slowly, as she swore at me, "Eat that cunt, bitch! Eat it now, eat it right! Fuck, you're a good bitch! You're my cunt eating bi…"

She didn't get that last bit out. We both heard a door open. It was the front door. She seemed shocked. Obviously this was not planned. She immediately jumped off my mouth and to the side of the bed. I could see the dildo most of the way in her as she walked over to the door and looked towards the steps. She turned to me and whispered, "My mom!"

Just then, I heard a woman's voice from downstairs shouted, "Shanda? Where are you? Have you seen the receipt for the dishwasher?"

Later I would learn that her mom was gone, in part, to get a refund on what ended up being a faulty washer. However, right then I was more concerned with my position on Shanda's bed. I looked back to her and whispered, "Where are my clothes?!"

She had already gathered some jeans and a black tank top and tossed them on the bed. Her reply to me, including a dirty look, was, "Who said you could talk, bitch? Open your mouth and keep this there," She sighed as she took the dildo from her anus and shoved it into my mouth.

My first reaction was to spit it out, but I managed to catch it in my teeth on its way out. I already forgot to wait for permission to speak, and was bound to get into trouble for that. She tossed her clothes on and left the room, leaving the door ajar. Just before leaving, she whispered, "You're checking my work. Hope she doesn't come up here, bitch."

She left me there. I heard her go down the stairs. Shanda said something, but I couldn't make out what. I could hear Shanda talking to someone downstairs, and that someone talking in return. It was very difficult to make out what the discussion was about, but I think I heard a question about a briefcase. Of course, if someone was asking Shanda about a briefcase, the only one I could imagine it was would be mine. It sounded like a woman, so I presumed Shanda's mother was asking her about my briefcase. How could Shanda have been so careless?! What if her mother knew someone was there? What if she came up here to see?

I heard the questioner halt the conversation and noisily ascend the stares. I knew I should have tried to get free, but I was scared stiff. Whether I moved or not, I was going to be caught. What would happen when her mother caught her English teacher naked, hand-cuffed to her bed? I may not have been able to move, but I imagined that anyone outside the door could have heard my heart beat. The foot-steps came towards the room. I shut my eyes. There was nothing else to do. A door opened. I had to look. The light was different out in the hallway. A new source of light was shining across the hallway. The door across the hall was open.

The foot-steps went into that door! I was so relieved I exhaled the dildo out of my mouth. But there was still the chance whoever it was would still walk over to the room I was in. I lied and listened. Shuffling in that room. Shanda and her mother's voices could be heard. I knew Shanda would think of something horrible to do to me for the dildo falling out of my mouth, but I had bigger worries right then. A punishment would be worth not being found that way.

But what was I thinking? If Shanda's mother found out what her daughter was up to, she'd surely be in trouble. But then it would be certain that the pictures would be discovered! I couldn't exactly ask for help in this when doing so would just as likely end with me in prison and down the career I love so much.

"A hah! Here it is!", I heard who I presumed was Shanda's mother proclaim. I heard walking and saw shadows across the outside of Shanda's door. Footsteps down the stairs. Muffled conversation. I listened for another few minutes, and soon the front door opened and closed. Footsteps up the stairs. Someone was coming to this room. The door was opening. The thought flashed through my mind that it might be someone besides Shanda, and that would spell disaster for me. But I knew it was Shanda with the pieces of my mind that remained rational. Those same pieces wished she'd end this silly game.

The door was opened. It took a long time to get there, but perhaps it was all in my head. Shanda walked in. I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't conscious, but Shanda still saw it. She smiled, "Your mother walking in on you certainly ruins the mood, huh?"

My heart leaped. Ruin the mood? Did that mean she was done?! Even if only for that day, I would have been thankful to get out of the hand-cuffs and put some clothes on. Shanda came over to me. She had some keys in her hands, though I didn't see where she got them from. She un-cuffed my right hand, first. I would have smiled if I were able to. My other hand was free, then my right foot, and left. I sat up and began to rub my wrists and ankles. Shanda walked over to her computer chair and made a motion for me to come, adding to it by calling me like a dog, "Come, bitch, sit next to me."

As she sat at her chair and ended the screen saver, I slid to the edge of the bed. I sat for a moment, wondering where and how she meant for me to sit. She had only the one chair. And why didn't she give me my clothes? I stood and walked next to her. I watched the computer screen, since I didn't want to look at her. She opened up a text file. It was her paper for my class. I saw a glass of water on her desk and wondered if she would let me have a drink to get the taste out of my mouth, when she looked at me with a curious glare, "On your knees, bitch."

"Oh.", I said, as I put my weight on the desk and lowered myself to my knees. I put my hands in my lap. My legs closed and my arms covering some of my breasts, it almost felt good to cover up, if only that little bit. I still wanted to ask her for a drink. The taste had become very bitter in my mouth. I had a problem, though; I didn't want to speak to her. That would draw attention to me, and I didn't want her attention. Besides, I wasn't certain I could ask a question. I need permission to speak. Can I ask for it? But asking would require that I speak.

I watched her type for a while. I was sad that my plan for grading might fail if I watch her, but in fact she was a good writer. I taught at a high school. Finding someone who knows how to write in a high school was nearly impossible. Though I had praise for her typing, it wasn't long before I read everything she had typed up to where she was currently typing. There's no point watching every word, so I looked around the room. A few band posters, a few dozen small dolls, clothes here or there. It wasn't anything I didn't expect. Indeed, it was less than I expected, which was more than I hoped. No torture devices. No rack, nothing. I also couldn't see my briefcase or purse, but there was the fact of the closet being shut. I also couldn't see under her bed, and she had a few drawers large enough to fit my things. I was pretty sure my stuff was in there, somewhere. I didn't know why Shanda would risk someone coming home and finding my clothes in some other room, so I didn't assume she'd take such a chance.

I read the last paragraph Shanda typed, and began to look around her room for where she might keep extra copies of my pictures. There were no obvious clues, though I figured I'd try to rifle through her drawers and closet if I got the chance. I noticed a flash drive on her key chain when I looked back to the desk. Perhaps she kept copies on there. That was something else I'd have to check if I got the chance. Shanda looked at me as I thought that. I thought perhaps she knew what I was thinking, somehow.

"That's boring. Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs.", She told me, nonchalantly. I did what she said, leaning back on my arms. She continued typing, but looked at me more often than before. I avoided looking at her. I felt hotter than usual. When would she let me get more comfortable? She stopped typing and her left hand came down to my right breast. She typed one-handed as she fondled me. She switched breasts once. She typed for another ten minutes and three paragraphs switching back and forth. The last paragraph took her a long time to finish. When she did, she put her right hand between her legs and rubbed herself through the crotch of her jeans.

"Bitch,", She started. I looked up at her. I knew I looked scared and anxious. She stood up and pushed her chair back, "get under my desk."

She began unbuttoning her jeans as I slowly, crawled under her desk. I turned around once in there, and saw her pants fall to the floor. It was cramped under her desk, but I fit. She sat down and rolled her chair back in. With her legs down there, it was more cramped. Her legs soon spread and I found space between them. Of course that was her plan. And I wasn't even putting up a fight. Of course I wouldn't. I had no pride. I leaned down between her legs and started to lap at her cunt lips. Not that my hands were free I was able to use my fingers to spread her tender outer lips and begin to suck and lick on her clit. She moaned and pushed her cunt into my face.

As I was I was under her desk for over an hour. She came at least nine times. When Shanda let me out from under her desk, she seemed very tired. Hell, I was tired, too. She took me by the arm and cuddled with me in her bed. She was soon asleep. I envied her, but I wasn't comfortable enough to actually go to sleep. Perhaps I could have killed her. Woah! Yeah, I really thought that. She was a horrible little cunt, but I couldn't bring myself to kill her! And even if I could justify it to my conscience, I'd probably get caught and go to jail for much longer than if those pictures were found! I dismissed the idea immediately, but the fact I thought it made me feel uneasy. I had to get out of the bed.

Slowly. Slowly I edged away from Shanda. Out of her arms. I got about an inch before she sighed and tightened her grasp on me. I waited five minutes. Or, at least, it seemed that long. I tried again, but first I had to move her left arm, the one over me. I got it over me and rested it on Shanda's side, then slowly rolled away. I almost fell when I got to the edge of the bed, but I had gotten free! Besides, what would she do if she did find me out of bed? She never told me to stay there! I watched her slumber before continuing my plan. I had to make sure she was sleeping heavily before rummaging through her things.

It ends up she's a fairly deep sleeper. I went through her shelves, drawers, and closet. It was fruitless, though. Not only did I not find any clues that would allow me to determine her source for the pictures, but I didn't find my stuff, either. I got braver. I left her room. The door was still ajar, so I opened it wide enough to fit through, slowly and evenly. She was in the bathroom when I got here, so I went there first. It was a bathroom, and a clean one at that, so there weren't many places to hide things. I looked under the sink first. There were my briefcase, purse, and clothes. I was satisfied in that, so I moved on. No reason to take my things and get in trouble needlessly, after all.

I walked slowly down to the living room. There was a shelf I saw behind the couch earlier, but gave no attention to it then. I looked at it this time. There were family pictures. Three of them had Shanda in them. In two, she was with her mother. Or, at least, who I presumed was her mother. The image fit the voice I heard earlier. Another one was just her. Her mother and father's wedding picture was at the top of the shelf. I started to look at pictures of the other family members when I did a double take.

Shanda's mother and father were married very recently. Shanda looked not much younger than she is now in the pictures with her mother, and her mother didn't appear different at all between those pictures and the one of her wedding. Well, besides her makeup and hair, of course. I scrutinized the pictures for a few minutes. There was no way the difference in age between the wedding photo and the mother-daughter photo was more than a year, and that's overestimating.

Shanda must have moved here, to this school district, when her mother married… her step-father. Or, at least, that was my hypothesis. Her father was handsome. Step-father, rather. He also had a handsome young daughter Jessie who was a few years younger than Shanda. The name of Shanda's parents in her school file never meant anything to me until now. Why hadn't I realized? How had days gone by without me seeing the connection! I was gaining nerve every moment. I nearly jogged up the first few steps, but realized the noise might awaken Shanda. There were four rooms upstairs. Her mother's was across the hall from Shanda's. I could presume that was also her step-father's room, now. The one to the right as you get to the top is the bathroom, and Shanda's is the second left.

The first left door. That's where I stopped. It was shut. I listened at it. I hadn't realized until then that I had been assuming only Shanda and I were in the house. There was music coming from within. It was quiet, but not soft. Jessie apparently likes rock and roll. But was she in there, or did she simply leave music on? I listened a little longer… Just music. Well, my window of opportunity was probably not very big, so I softly turned the handle. It was locked. It took me by surprise. I turned the handle hard. Harder than I meant to. The loud click was all I heard. My breathing stopped, as did my heart. Time itself slowed down.

"Hello?"… It was lazy, but certainly a young girl from inside the room said it. My heart sank. A strange hollow feeling ran through me. My legs were stuck in place. It seemed I was watching a bad sitcom. It wasn't me in front of the door, entirely nude and exposed, aside a collar designating me as a bitch, but some other lady, "Hello?"

It was stronger the second time. I heard movement, as though someone got up from bed. I had no idea how far the bed would be to the door. The world spun. I hesitated a moment. I couldn't say why, I simply couldn't get going. A footstep. I felt light headed. Another, somehow more distant, footstep. No! I couldn't faint like that! I finally got my right leg to move, and everything started working again right away. I ran, no, jumped into Shanda's room. I didn't bother shutting the door. I could rely on Shanda for this… I supposed, for some reason. Inside her room, I heard the bedroom door I was just at open up. I dove onto the far side of Shanda's bed, over her. I used the bed to soften my landing, then rolled to and over the opposite side, so that nobody could see me from the door to the room.

"What are you doing?", A confused Shanda's head asked, hanging from the side of the bed, looking down at me. She smiled as she saw the position I was in, hugging the side of the bed to reduce the chance someone could see me over it.

"Jessie!", I whispered warningly.

"What? What about her?", she said. She seemed sincerely confused. Right then, I heard the door to Shanda's room hit the wall. It wasn't hard, just enough to, it seemed, be heard. To draw attention. Shanda lazily looked towards the door. She jumped up to where I couldn't see her, "What the hell are you doing! Don't you ever fucking knock?!", I heard something soft hit the wall near the door as Shanda quickly shifted and pulled at her covers.

"Sorry!", I heard Jessie say, "Yeah, sorry about barging into your room, but the door was open, and… well… what were you doing at my door?"

"What?", Shanda still seemed confused.

"Well, you were at my door, then I heard you run into your room. I figured I'd come see what was up.", Jessie explained.

"What?!", Shanda started, but it must have sunk in what happened as she continued, "Oh. Well, I was sleeping, and then went to the bathroom. I was so sleepy, I confused your door for mine. I would apologize, but I think you've gotten good enough payment for my mistake."

"Oh… yeah, sorry. Well, I was sleeping myself, so maybe that's why I was so confused by it. So, anyway, if you need anything, you know where I am.", I heard Jessie say as he left the room. I heard herwalk all the way back to her room, not far, then the door shut.

I saw Shanda's head come back over the side of the bed. Her face was blank. She let out a sigh, "Haven't I told you I don't like punishing you? You know I have to now, right?"

I nodded awkwardly, "Yes, Shanda, but…", I stopped myself.

"Yes? you have permission to speak.", she said.

"Well… I presumed we were the only ones here. Otherwise, you know, why would you risk getting caught?", I asked as I sat back up on the bed. She leaned against a pillow, the blanket only half on her.

"Frankly, bitch, I watch a lot of porn. If sweet little Jessie heard anything, she would have assumed it was porn. In the worst case scenario she isn’t well and I knew she'd take his medicine before you got here. She has a bad flu, as well as an ear and nose infection, and her drugs make him drowsy. She told me his plan was to sleep all day, today."

"But still, Shanda, it is an unnecessary risk!"

She chuckled at me, "You're cute. Remember I could have you go fuck her right now, but I'm not that sadistic. Yet she has a hot little body, and I am waiting for just the right moment to seduce her and taste her hot little pussy."

I had to agree with her, Jessie was a beautiful young girl and my cunt tingled at the thought of fucking her.

"Listen, bitch, my mom should be home soon, so I'll go get your clothes and tell you what I expect of you for the rest of the weekend and next week.", She said, calmly. Apparently, she wasn't going to punish me right away. It both relieved me and made me anxious. What if she makes me do something embarrassing at school? Oh well, I would think about it at my own home, on my own time. Shanda put on some pajamas and left the room. She came back with my things. Well, most of my things. My briefcase and purse. When she set down my briefcase, there were clothes atop it that she was holding in the same hand. If you call it clothes.

"You're going to wear these home today, and when you go shopping tomorrow. Also, you're going to leave the collar on for both cases. I've taken all your underwear. Tomorrow, you're going to go to the mall and buy new underwear. Not just any underwear, though. Thongs. Pretty ones, too. You're going to wear exclusively thongs as underwear from now on.", She explained as she sat on her bed and watched me draw back from the "outfit" that was on my briefcase. The most conservative piece of cloth in the very small pile was a tube-top. It was about six inches from top to bottom. It was black. Under it was a black skirt. The skirt was about as long as the tube-top, the same color, and pleated. On the top of the pile was a bright, neon blue thong that said "Slippery when wet" on the front, in bold, black letters.

I stood for a long moment. My head was light again, but I wasn't near fainting. I looked up at her “Shanda?"

"Don't worry, you're going to shop at a mall called 'Northland Center'. It's a one hour drive north of here, incidentally. You're going to be at the front door at exactly noon, stand for five minutes, smoking, or on the phone, or whatever, then go in. If anyone's there who knows you, it'll be few.", She picked up the clothes and pushed them into my arms. I couldn't say anything.

I set them down on the bed and put on the thong. I was grateful to have something on, at least, and I could then leave! The thong was alright. It fit fine, but it was bright and drew attention. I avoided thinking about what that would mean for me the next day, as I put on the skirt. As short as it looked. I couldn't see, but I was sure at least the bottom inch of my crotch, the bright thong, was visible. There was a possibility, though small, that it covered half of my butt. The tube top fit around my arms. I pulled it down. I had to stretch it to get it over my breasts. It was slightly more difficult to breath. I had the choice of showing off significant cleavage, or allowing my breasts to fall out the bottom of the top.

I walked along the room to see how the tube-top would fit in practice. The top slowly rolled down, so I had to readjust it every dozen steps or so. The skirt stayed in place, but it may as well have been a belt. As embarrassing as this would normally be, I knew people would see the marks from yesterday's caning. As much as I wanted to go hide under my own blanket's covers for eternity instead of wear so little, I certainly didn't want anyone to see those stripes' on my rear. I didn't want to speak, or to talk, so I simply turned and pointed at my butt.

"Hahaha… oh, bitch, you're silly. Who cares if someone sees those? Just tell them, if they ask, that you're into wet young cunt.", replied a giggling Shanda.

"Bitch, you do everything I say. No exceptions. What…", She said evenly. She slowly reached up to my "shirt". I cowered, but dared not step away. She pulled it down, exposing my breasts again. She looked me in the eyes for a moment. I couldn't stair her down, so I looked away within seconds. A moment passed. Another. Suddenly, her hands shot up and grabbed my nipples. She pinched hard and pulled me towards her, until my face was just below hers. I couldn't help looking at her again. I tried to plead with my eyes. My mouth was too busy trying not to scream. She finished what she began saying, "What are you?"

The scream regressed back down my throat, and I could answer. My hands scratched at my thighs lightly, to avoid trying to tear her hands away. I replied earnestly, "I'm your bitch, Shanda! I do everything you say, no exceptions! I live to serve you! … Please let go, I beg you!"

She didn't say a word. She pulled me towards her. My face was inches from hers. She twisted and pulled my nipples out, then back in and untwisted, just to do it again. As she did so, she kissed me. I tried to kiss her back, but the pain she was inflicting in my nipples was a bigger distraction than I'd have imagined. My eyes teared, and I said "Ow!" and "Oh!" into the kisses frequently. It went on for what my rational mind would call a minute, but even it could have been wrong.

More suddenly than I really expected, she stopped torturing my nipples. Mid-kiss, she grabbed my arms and pulled me down. I followed her motion. Soon, I was on my knees, and her hands moved from my arms to my head. She shoved me down roughly, and I was on my arms and knees, looking at her pajama pant-legs. She explained what she wanted, "bitch, you will kiss my feet, each five times. in between each kiss, you will beg my forgiveness. You will remind yourself of your place, and also show me that, while you're not actually worthy to be treated as well as I treat you, you're thankful that I do."

Immediately, I kissed her right foot. There was nothing horrible about that fact alone. Her foot was clean and not abnormal in any way. But I was being forced to humiliate myself as I did it. Before kissing her other foot, I said, "I wish I were worthy of you, Shanda.", and then I did kiss her foot.

"Point your ass up. Act like you mean what you say, cunt!", She yelled, "and look up at me as you speak!"

I was scared her sister would hear, so I did as she said. I pointed my butt up, and even wiggled it around as though I was turned on. I wanted to get out of there, I had to do what she said for that to happen. Among other reasons I had to do what she said, of course. With what passion I could muster, I degraded myself further, "I would show you how dedicated I am by eating your cunt 24 hours every day.", and I kissed her foot.

"I'm turned on by your taking control of me,. *kiss* I'm an unworthy little bitch. *kiss* I'm thankful for every order you give me. *kiss* Please use me however you wish. *kiss* I love it when you show me how worthless I am. * I wish I were worth the abuse I need from you. *kiss* Please allow me to serve you, forgive me if you have any pity for this worthless whore! *kiss*"

As I looked up at her, she patted my head like one would a sad animal, "To prove your devotion, you will crawl out to your car, and leave your top down for the entire drive to your place."

Avoiding further punishment and degradation, and because I felt almost as though I were going to throw up, I nodded and began to crawl to her bed to retrieve my purse and briefcase. I got them, but couldn't decide what to do with them as I crawled. She walked over to me and placed them on my back. She stretched my tube-top over them, to secure them to my back. I crawled to her door. I peered out it, down the hallway. I hoped her hot little sister wouldn't choose then to go to the bathroom or leave her room for any other reason. I inched out. I realized what this would look like to anyone. Even if someone saw, I'd have to continue. I hurried into the hallway, and down it.

When I got to the stairs, I saw a problem. I might be able to go down backwards, but then my briefcase and purse might fall. But, they might fall going down forward, anyhow. I turned around and moved one leg, just in time to see Shanda frowning at me. She lifted her hand and made a twirling motion with her finger. I turned back around. The stares were steep. I looked back to Shanda, pleading. She wasted no time. She rushed to me and slapped my rump. It was a resounding noise, followed by her barking out, "Go down the stairs now, bitch!"

I don't know how her sister wouldn't hear that, so I did try to hurry. I thought I knew how to maneuver such that I could make my way down the stairs, and I got my hands down a few steps. However, with gravity at an odd angle, and my shins being longer than anything designed to bare weight on the steps, I had trouble getting my hind quarter to follow. I looked up at the door. What if her mother came home just then? Yes, I had to hurry. I didn't hear anything from her sister’s room, but that only added to my worry. What if he walked quietly? I didn't look back. I pulled my right leg down, putting my weight on the top of my foot, bent back. It hurt a bit, but it got me going the way I wanted. I got my other foot to follow the same way with another step down. Another step, then another. Those four steps took far too long.

Still not looking back, I tried to move faster. Mistake. My arm slipped and I slid a few steps. I caught myself, luckily, with my feet, on the edge of a step. I put my hands back down on this further down step, and pulled my feet down as I had been. It seemed like a count-down was going on but I wasn't being told the seconds remaining. Someone was going to see me. I heard footsteps behind me. It could have been Shanda, but it also could have been her brother. I drew in my breath and continued as quickly as I could. So, I continued slowly. Ten more steps, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one. I was at the front door. Someone was right behind me. I fearfully looked. Shanda. I never expected to be relieved to see her. She bent down a bit and smacked my butt hard. I squealed, trying to contain my scream. When I looked up, she was opening the door. When the door was open, she smacked my butt again, and started up the stairs.

I cried as I looked at the neighborhood houses. I expected a mail boy to run up any moment, SUVs to drive by every minute or so. Which meant I had to hurry up and get out of there. The small stoop was difficult to get down as the stares inside, though it was only a few. It was concrete, and hurt my feet. A car drove by as I got to the bottom, I didn't look up to see it in time, but it passed through my periphery and I certainly heard it. Hopefully they didn't see me, or at least realize how exposed I was. I hurried to my car, the sidewalk skinning my knees. getting my purse form behind me was difficult. I had to get up a bit, sitting on my knees. I could see a young female face in an upstairs window across the road. It was staring at me. Though it was somewhat windy, I got very hot. I managed to get my purse loose. It and my briefcase fell behind me. I got out my keys, opened my car door, grabbed both things, and jumped in.

Without bothering to look around, I started my car, and checked my rear view to see if any cars were coming. I backed out just in time to notice that one house down and across the road, a man stood with his car's hood open, staring my way. I drove past him much faster than the speed limit. The drive home consisted of me avoiding letting cars pass, and avoiding passing. A few got around me, but the only indication I got that someone saw was a few honks. When I got home, I pulled up my top, ran to my bed, stripped off the "clothes" I had on, and dove into my bed. I tried to cry, but I didn't seem able to for some reason.

It suddenly struck me that the figure I had glimpsed at Shanda door, when I lay spread eagled on the bed must have been Jessie, Shanda’s thirteen year old sister.

The thought of it send a thrill through my cunt. I spread my legs and let my hands move all over my body. I recalled he picture of Jessie and Shanda hugging in hot little bikini’s and I moaned, grinding the heal of my hand over my clit.

Did little Jessie get a good look of my naked body? In her fever did she return to her room and finger her tight little cunt thinking of my naked body?

I slammed three fingers inside my wet cunt. I realized just how aroused I was, since Shanda had not allowed me to cum.

I recalled how Shanda had said she would one day seduce her hot little sister, and it occurred to me that I wanted to seduce the little hottie first. Call it revenge, I wanted to taste Jessie’s sweet young clit on my tongue and have her beg me to bring her off.

I was pumping my cunt hard and flashing three fingers over my clit when the image of Jessie’s pretty face buried in my cunt flashed through my mind setting my cunt off like fireworks and sending a arching squirt of cum over the bed spread.

“Jessie will be my bitch!” I groaned as a second squirt of cum shot up from my cunt.

I was exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

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Chapter Two

After Sues return to Eleanors having left mom tied to her bed, we enjoyed a few glasses of wine and chatted about mothers capabilities. Sue admitted she had never had sex with another woman before, but thought mother was adequate with her mouth skills. It was decided that all three of us would make mother tongue us the next morning and assess her talents.

We were tired after our nervous day and play and Sue ordered a taxi and went home, and Eleanor and I fell asleep in each others arms. Horny as I was, the day had taken its toll as well as the wine we had drunk. I would love to recount how Eleanor and I had made hot sex that evening but I was just shattered. What was so nice thought was to sleep next to Eleanor sometimes that is just enough.

Soon day break shone through the window, waking me from my deep slumber. As I stirred Eleanor woke too. We smiled at each other and pulled ourselves into an embrace, we lay there holding each other in a warm contented cuddle, still only half awake.

We were finally brought fully awake by Sue texting me. She was asking what time to come round to mothers to test her pussy licking abilities. I told her to go straight round and we would meet her there and not to wash her pussy. Eleanor heard me and looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. I explained it would be fun to give mother some smelly dirty pussies to lick.

To save dressing fully Eleanor put on a long leather coat and lent me a long pvc coat slipping our shoes on we went back next door. I went upstairs to free mother. I pulled off the sheet covering her and found she had pissed the bed, and I could also see dried tears on her face.

I undid her bounds and allowed her to stand which she did with some discomfort, struggling to get her limbs to move again after being confined. I ordered her to clean up the mess and to shower and then to join us down stairs. It was amazing to see how meakly she accepted her new status and went about her orders.

I went back downstairs to Eleanor who had made a nice cup of tea which we sat down and drank while waiting for Sues arrival. Soon Sue knocked at the door and entered the room, she looked great in skin tight jeans and top. I must admit I had a new admiration and lust for my old school friend who had hours earlier taken mothers lesbian virginity.

As we heard mother come down the stairs Sue began to peel her jeans off showing off her newly shaven pussy. She pulled her tshirt over her head showing her pert breasts “mmmm” I thought to myself “I must make time to play with Sue properly”.

We heard mother coming down the stairs and turned to watch her enter. She blushed in her naked embarrassment, naked that is apart from the slave collar that I noticed she hadn’t removed. Mother came and stood before us and I beckoned her to kneel.

I spat out with venom. “Well mother we have some rather sweaty dirty pussies that need cleaning, and we thought that you would be ideal to clean them. But we also want to make sure you can give us pleasure as you do it. The next pussy you lick maybe a paying customer so make sure you do a good job.”

Sue had the honour of going first, as this was not a new pussy to mother. Sue straddled mothers face pulling her pussy lips apart. Mother stuck her tongue out eager to taste Sue again. Sue lowered her pussy just onto the tip of mothers tongue. Mother herself was at full stretch showing just how eager she was to taste Sues delicous looking pussy.

I was dying to touch my own pussy watching the display but didn’t want to destroy any aroma from my cunt. Instead I walked up to Sue and began to lick her nipples. Her breasts looked sensational to me and I just couldn’t help myself. I tasted her sweat and flesh, inhaling her own bodily perfume which to me was devine.

I couldn’t help myself, I was so turned on, I kissed Sue deep on the lips and held her breast in my hand. I could feel her nipple harden under my palm as I gently squeezed. My other hand journeyed south to her bald pussy. I started to rub Sues clitoris feeling my mothers tongue brush against my finger as she continued to suck at Sues pussy.

I was aflame with lust for Sue as we kissed deeply, it must have got her going too for soon her hips started bucking and she came leaving her juices spread all over mothers face. Sues legs nearly gave way and she only just managed to find a chair to sit on. Eleanor gave mother no rest she walked over to mother and slapped her across her face.

“That is for making lewd remarks about me to your pervert friends. Now lick my cunt you slut and make sure you do a good job”

Eleanor shrugged off her leather coat and looked amazing, like a goddess emerging as the coat fell to the floor around her. She stepped over it in her 4 inch heels and sat down, her legs over each arm of the chair. She motioned for mother to scoot over between her legs. As mother began to tongue the damp pussy in front of her Eleanor held the back of mothers head hard against her pussy.

I knew I could not hold out much longer without release, and asked Sue to lie on the floor I straddled her face lowering my burning pussy onto her sweet lips. As Sue did a great job on my pussy I imagined how left out mother would be feeling, still not able to get a taste of my cunt. Instead I watched my sexy neighbour get pleasured by mother. I could tell by the looks on Eleanors face that she was enjoying the attention she was receiving.

“Cmon Maggie lick that dirty cunt of mine, cmon I know you can do better.Yes drink up my juices slut”

Sue was very talented and I soon I spasmed as I came over her face, watching the lewd scene between Eleanor and mother. The dirty talk helping to send me over the edge. I moved so that I could kiss and lick my juices from Sues face. Over my shoulder I could hear Eleanor shout out swear words as she too came.

As Eleanor moved away from mother I saw mom look over at me with a look of disappointment on her face. It was obvious that she was desperate to taste her daughters pussy. I stood up shakily from Sue and walked towards mother.

“You look like your dissapointed to miss out on licking my cunt you filthy incestous whore. Is that true slut” ?

“Yes Julie I have been dreaming of how you taste for so long. Julie I have done what you have asked of me so far and was hoping to have a treat in return”

I laughed in her face “Well mother it is for your mistress to decide when or if that will ever happen”.

With that said, I straddled her face and grabbed a fist full of her hair. I pulled her face close to my pussy. With my other hand I opened my wet pussy lips wide. As I looked down at her I could see she was inhaling the scent of my open pussy and had look of longing in her eyes. She began to stick her tongue out hoping for a taste of my sex.

I teased her for a while toying with my pussy showing how wet I was. I dipped a few times just letting my pussy touch her tongue for the briefest moment before taking it away out of reach. I could tell she was getting turned on and excited but decided to end this game.

“Here it comes mom, I hope your ready for it”

Her eyes went wide in anticipation of a treat but that soon disappeared under a torrent of my hot steaming piss. To her credit mother kept her mouth open, eager I guess to even get a taste of her daughters piss. She gulped down a good mouthful, and I took the opportunity to make sure her hair was covered too. I must say I did find it exciting to see mom with her hair soaked with my piss.

I let go of her hair and ordered her up to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Eleanor invited Sue back to her home to get cleaned up and redress. They told me that they would see me soon and we kissed goodbye. After a drink of coffee I followed mother up to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I went in to the spare room which was now to be mothers room and found her drying herself off. “So mother is this what you expected your fantasies to be like”

“No Julie I don’t know what I expected in real life, it was always just a dirty dream of mine. I never expected to actually be doing any of this”

“So mom how do you feel now at the start of your training and whoredom, are you still excited by it and looking forward to experiencing all of your filthy desires?

“I don’t know Julie its all come as a bit of a shock, I guess I have enjoyed some of it so far but I am so scared of what you will get me doing. I don’t think I can do some of the things I have written about”

I explained to mother that she should have been more careful in what she had written, and that she should have made sure no one could have found her files. I told her her future was sealed at my whim, and that I was enjoying things greatly, and that was all that mattered to me. I also told her it was time to get dressed for whatever the day would bring.

I chose a silver spandex crop top for her and a very short silver pvc skirt to go with it. Just a few of the items Eleanor and I had chosen for mother to look like the whore she was to be. She was given some heels to wear and told to put on some slutty make up then come to me to help me dress.

I dried my hair and combed it, enjoying my nakedness I sat and applied my own Cleopatra style make up before I decided what to wear. As I mentioned before Eleanor had helped me find clothes that were elegant yet sexy so I went to look through some of my new purchases.

The lingerie jumped out me straight away, a lovely purple satin set of bra, suspender belt and panties. I cut off the tags and slipped myself in to the luxurious items. It all felt so nice against my skin and I was glad that Eleanor had introduced me to the finer things in life. Next I chose a white satin blouse sheer enough to show the bra through, a little tease for mother!

I called mother through to help me with my stockings. She appeared and I approved of her make up, just slutty enough for her face. I gave mother the packet of seamed stocking and sat on the edge of the bed. I presented her with my foot and she began to roll the fine nylon up my legs. I warned her to make sure the seam was straight and not to ladder them.

I loved the feeling of the stockings being rolled up my legs and once I was happy the seams were straight, I instructed mother to attach the clasps of the suspenders. I was just dying to wear my new leather pencil skirt which finished a few inches below my knee. The leather was so soft and supple, and the smell of the leather was so arousing. As mother held it for me I stepped into the skirt and had mother zip it up and adjust it so it was just right. I knew mother wouldn’t be able to resist touching my ass as the leather moulded to it and I was right. I felt her hand brush against my ass and I turned and grabbed her wrist.

“How dare you slut. Until I say otherwise you look but don’t touch. Now bend over and lift your skirt”

Mother did as I told her and I made her grip her ankles as I picked up my riding crop. I slapped her ass hard as I could with my hand, leaving a pleasing hand mark on her buttocks. I lined the crop up with a nice fleshy part of her ass and drew back my aim. I rained six sharp hard whacks with my crop all over her ass turning it a nice pink colour.

“Now slut let that be a lesson it is early days in your training so I have been lenient so far. Just so you know Eleanor introduced me to a proffessional dominatrix and I have spent some time learning the ropes as it were. So you had better learn how to please me don’t you think”?

I saw the surprise on mothers face as she took in the idea that I had spent time with such a woman and I also detected a flush of excitement as she pictured me with a proffessional domme.

“Yes Mistress Julie I will try my best to control myself and serve you better”
I was pleased with mothers reply and ushered her downstairs to fix me a drink of gin and tonic. Another thing that I was introduced to by Eleanor. I found it to be more refined than the usual things a woman my age would usually be seen drinking. After I had found a nice wide belt to go with my outfit, I followed mother downstairs and turned the computer on.

I was eager to see if mother had any interest from her website so I logged in, just as mother came and handed me my drink. She saw with horror the full website and the pictures that Sue had added. Once I had looked at the site and was pleased with the pictures and layout I switched to the messages folder. After all the expenses over the last few days it was important that mother began to earn her keep.

I sent mother away from the computer to sit on the sofa so she couldn’t see the messages as I opened the inbox. There were a few messages waiting, and I read them with interest and sent a few replies. But one stood out, it said that a lesbian couple were in the area for a few days, and that the lady who had sent the message wanted to treat her girlfriend to a sexy surprise. Whats more this email had a phone number. I noted the number and took my phone to Eleanors, making sure mother couldn’t get up to any mischief by tying her to a chair.

Once I was at Eleanors I explained to her and Sue what was on the website. With trembling hands I tapped the number into my phone and heard it ringing. I took a deep breath as the phone was answered.

“Hello is that Jennifer, you left a message on my website”?

“Yes this is Jennifer and I was very interested in your services”

“Ok well this Julie the owner of the merchandise you are interested in how can we help you”

“Oh well Julie, my girfriend has a fantasy of dominating an older lady which although I am older than her, I feel I can not help her with as it does nothing for me. When I saw your website and location, I thought it would be a perfect way to treat her,and be a good end to our holiday up here”

I explained to Jennifer the prices, and we agreed a fee and time for them to come over. I slumped in a chair my heart beating. It was all real now and there could be no going back. Sue handed me a drink to steady my nerves and I told them all about the phone conversation. We chatted for a while and shared a few drinks before I made my way back home.

I unleashed mother and told her that her first client would be here soon. At first she was panicking and begging for me to stop it happening. I put on a stern demeamour and picked up my riding crop.

“This is going to happen mother, so you had better get used to the idea,I have warned you already today not to displease me”

I flexed the crop and mother nodded her consent, not that I needed it. I gave her a briefing of the phone conversation and what would be expected of her. I told her to go and have a quick freshen up and come back quickly as her clients would be here soon. As I said that my phone buzzed and I saw that there was a text to say they were on their way and would be here in ten minutes.

Mother came back into the room after freshening up and I stood close to her, facing her. As I told her that her clients were nearly here I could see the panic and alarm on her face. I stroked her breasts and nipples through her spandex top, and watched as her face changed to one of arousal and calmness. Just as she submitted to my touch I took hold of her nipples and began to squeeze. At first I could tell she was enjoying it but as I began to squeeze harder and twist Pain flashed across her face.

I carried on until I heard the doorbell ring, My aim had been to make mothers nipples hard so they showed through the shiny silver spandex top. I took hold of her face with both hands and fixed her gaze with my eyes.

“Now slut this is what you craved in your smutty surfing and emails. Make me proud, and do your job well and with no complaining.”

I sent mother to go and answer the door. From where I was sitting I could not see the two clients until they stepped into the room. The lady I had been talking to came in first and I put her age to be early forties. I stood and shook her hand introducing myself to her. As I did I took a better look at her. She introduced herself as Jennifer and as I could see she was a slim and attractive with long straight brown hair, and nice hippyish clothing, long flowing black skirt and lacy top.

The next to enter was a vision of beauty Jennifer introduced her as Katie She appeared to be my age. And dressed for the occasion in full riding gear shiny rubber riding boots, nice tight white jodphurs, crisp white blouse. And carrying her own riding crop.

I bid the two clients to sit on the sofa and ordered mother to fetch us all drinks. Mother looked scared out of her wits. When she returned and handed us our drinks I made her stand in the corner with her hands on top of her head. I took the fee from Jennifer and enquired about their journey and made small talk. I asked Katie if there was anything she required before I left them to it.

“Well Julie, Jennifer did mention a picture of” She pointed at mother.

“Oh feel free to call her slut,whore or Maggie” I added.

“Oh yes well there was a picture of the slut with a horse tail sticking out of her ass. As you can see equestrianism is one of my fetishes”. Looking at her lovely ass in those tight jodphurs it was rapidly becoming one of mine!

“Ah yes I see Katie, that is not a problem” I called over to mother “slut go and fetch the horsetail”.

Mother entered the room with the fore mentioned butt plug and I made her bend over in front of us all and pull up her short pvc skirt. I applied some lube to the butt plug and handed it back to mother and instructed her to shove it into her ass infront of us all. I thought that it would be nice and humiliating for mother to have an audience for this degrading act.

We watched as mother struggled with the slippery rubber object. Then as she got it started we watched as her anus was stretched,hearing her groans of pain as it gradually went in.

I made my excuses and wished the two clients to have fun and told them to come and ask if there was anything else they needed. I took myself upstairs out of the way. I took out my laptop and logged into mothers emails.

Back downstairs Jennifer went up to her girlfriend the younger Katie kissing her strongly on her lips. Katie hugged her back looking deeply into her lovers eyes, the smile on their faces sharing the deep love between them better than words could convey.

“Enjoy your present my love show me how you would treat a whore in your dreams. Show me the other part of you”

With that Jennifer squeezed Katies hands, and pecked her on the lips before settling on the sofa to watch the show. Katie made Maggie stand and just as Julie had before her, Katie began to carress Maggies breasts. Passion rising within her, she started to maul Maggies tits harder twisting at the nipples jutting through the spandex top. Mother winced at the sharp pain and bit her lip. Katie pulled mothers top off over her head exposing the pale flesh of her breasts. Again she pulled and twisted the hard nipples, watching the pain etched on mothers face.

Katie started to slap mothers breasts, the sound of the slaps reached me upstairs. Each slap made mothers breasts swing from side to side. Soon the skin began to become a nice crimson colour and tears streamed from moms eyes.

Katie made mother peel of her pvc skirt, and soon mom was naked apart from her high heeled shoes and the horsehair butt plug sticking rudely out of her ass. Mothers head was forced down until she had to kneel on the floor. From her bag Katie took out what looked like a handful of leather straps. Once she had sorted them out she straddled mothers back and began to fit what turned out to be a bridle which she forced into mothers mouth. Connected to this was a set of reins. Katie picked up her crop and sat on mothers back.

Katie dug her heels into mothers thighs and flicked her crop on moms ass. Mother took the hint and moved forward, carrying her client mistress around the room. Katie pulled the reins to stear mother, whose mouth was drooling with the cold metal between her teeth. The metal pulling back the corners of her lips painfully.

After a few circuits of the room mother was sagging from the weight on her back. Katie pulled back on the reins bringing mother to a halt. Katie told mother she wasn’t impressed with her efforts and like all good horses she would need breaking in. She asked Jennifer to hold on to the reins tightly as she took a longer riding crop from her bag.

Katie tortured moms ass for quite a while, Leaving marks that would still be there for a few days. Mother was crying now, her fantasies turning out to be harder than she had dreamt about. Katie made mother pull off her rubber riding boots and forced her sweaty feet into moms face. Mother gagged at the smell as Katie wiped the sweaty smell all over moms face. Katie then ordered mom to lick her feet clean. Mother screwed up her face at the thought of licking the sweaty feet but never the less started her task. Katie slapped mother across the face for screwing up her face, telling her she should be honoured to be allowed to worship her like this. Mother then made an extra effort with her licking of Nikkis feet.

Katie stood and undid her jodphurs and peeled them off her legs. She replaced her boots and lay back on the floor. She motioned to her pussy “you may lick me slut and do a job at it”. Mother crouched between the cruel mistresses legs and opened up the wet pussy with her fingers. As she bent her head towards the moist opening she was assaulted by the strong unwashed smell of Nikkis pussy.

“You didn’t expect me to wash my pussy when I have a slave to do it for me did you” Katie giggled.

Fearful of upsetting her mistress further, mother continued to place her tongue on her mistresses pussy. She tried not to show her disgust at the strong aroma and taste of urine on the pussy in front of her. But strangely after a short time the situation, and the taste and aroma started to arouse her. Mother threw herself into the task with added enthusiasm.

Katie cooed with pleasure “yes slut thats it your doing well, carry on like that and you will please me”. She waved Jennifer over “is the whore wet darling, why not do what you usually like to do with a cunt like that”? Jennifer moved behind mother and began to rub her fingers against moms pussy. Mother gave a gasp of pleasure realising she was finally going to get some relief from her pent up horniness.

Jennifers fingers began to get slick from the juices now pouring from moms hole. She began to finger mother slowly. Gradually she managed to get three fingers working in and out of mothers slick whore hole. As Jennifer tried to get a fourth finger in mother started to squirm with pain and push Jennifers hand away.

She took her tongue away from Nikkis pussy to protest,earning her another swipe across her face. Katie asked Jennifer to look in her bag for their cuffs. But Jennifer had to report that they must have left them at their hotel. Thinking on her feet Jennifer came up to me to ask if she could borrow a pair. I cursed myself for not having all the equipment on show for our clients to see and use,not very proffessional of me I thought to myself.

I found a nice pair of leather cuffs and was invited by Jennifer to come and see what was happening. I sat where Jennifer had been sitting before, ensuring I would have a good view of the action. Jennifer grabbed mothers wrists and cuffed them behind her back. She stripped off and dipped her fingers in her own soaking pussy. Soon she began to feed her fingers back into mothers soaking hole. Try as she might she couldn’t get all her fingers into moms cunt.

Mother looked to be in pain from it, and Jennifer looked to be disappointed that she hadn’t been able to fist mother. The pain mother showed though had spurred Katie to have a massive orgasm from mothers tongueing. Mothers face was covered in Katies juices, and we all laughed at how she looked with her slutty make up messed up by Katies pussy and cum.

Mother looked so embarrassed and humiliated to be in this state and we all added to it by calling her names and saying what a pathetic mess she was. Katie and Jennifer both played with their pussies as they humiliated mother. Mom on the other hand added to the mess she was in by starting to cry. This didn’t stop Katie and Jennifer at all infact it spurred them even more both with their name calling and pussy play. Finally mother couldn’t take any more and ran out of the room. We all laughed at her as she ran out. We managed to compose ourselves and as Katie started to redress I fetched them both a glass of wine.

As we relaxed I got positive feedback from the pair about mothers performance, and Jennifer mentioned how she loved fisting and that mother needed to be trained to accept a fist. I admitted that it was not something I had ever tried but the thought of it really appealed to me.

The sexy two opposite me shared a glance at each other, and Katie casually invited me to their hotel that evening. She went on to explain that there was a fancy dress party there that night and that it was a hotel frequented by lesbians. I accepted the invite gladly. Just as they left Jennifer leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear “make sure your cleaned out well hunni. Because we are going to have lots of fun together”.

As soon as the sexy pair left Sue and Eleanor burst through the door, eager to know how things had gone. I gave them a breakdown of the afternoons events, and Eleanor offered to set up a fisting regime to train mother. She also said she would get Clara to help, the dominatrix that I had gone to to learn how to train mother! I said I thought was a great idea.

I also told the of my impending date with the clients that evening, and of the fancy dress party as I spoke a dreadful thought occured to me I had nothing to wear. I looked at the clock and realised there would be no time for me to get to the shops. I explained my dilemma to my guests.

Sue stood up and grabbed my arm “I have just the thing” as she pulled me out of the door I just had time to ask Eleanor to check on mother. Sue was visibly shaking with excitement at dressing me up and I got a little worried about what she had in mind for me. As she drove me to her place she never stopped talking. Sue kept saying it would be like old times,like when we were kids playing dress up.

We got to her house were she still lived with her mother, and she dragged me inside and upstairs towards her bedroom. We passed her mother Sarah on the landing and managed a quick hello to each other. Sarah raised an eyebrow at us as I was propelled into Sues bedroom.

I sat on Sues bed as she excitedly opened her wardrobe door her back to me she sorted through her racks of clothes.

“I have had this for quite a while now and it will be nice and snug on you but that will make it all the better for you”

Sue turned around and she was right it would be perfect. In her hands was a wonder woman outfit. I had seen re runs of the series on tv, I remembered how wonderful Linda Carter looked in the outfit, and now I was going to get the chance to try one on.

Sue made no effort to leave as I began to undress looking back I don’t know why I didn’t strip off in her en-suite, as after I was naked I asked to use her shower. Once I was dry I re-entered Sues bedroom catching her with her hand in her panties. She removed her hand remarkably quickly and blushed so cutely, Sue helped me into the outfit and did my make up for me. We realised that one crucial element was missing, the sexy red leather boots. Sue was cursing at herself as she had recently thrown hers out as they had got worn out.

Sue looked puzzled for a while racking her brains to where she could get some boots. Suddenly she leapt in excitement and literally dragged me out of her bedroom.
“mum, mum where are you”.

I was mortified that I’d be put in front of Sues mother dressed so sluttily, the irony of this was not lost on me as I was now getting a taste of how Sue felt the night before.

Sues mother shouted back thats she was in her bedroom and for us to come in. Taken by hand Sue took me into the large bedroom. Sarah had her back to us as we walked in, she was obviously dressing for a posh do as she was in a very expensive looking emerald green dress.

“Julie be a dear and do my zip up for me”

With trembling hands I zipped up the back of Sarahs dress. I was nervous as like Sue had a thing for my mother I had also always liked Sarah In my own nieve way. As she turned around I was speechless. Sarah looked so slim and elegant in her dress, her eyes sparkled matching the neckless around her naked neck. Her blonde hair tumbled in sensual curls around her shoulders. And her smile lit up the room.

“Well Julie look at you quite you have become quite the little heartbreaker” she took my hand and looked me deep in the eyes “And what can I do for you”

My heart fluttered at the attention of this middle class older woman. Sue broke the tension by asking her mother about her red boots. Sarah opened her closet and I could see row upon row of sexy shoes, at the side of these were numerous pairs of boots some extremely sexy and the types you would never leave the house in. This shocked me that this classy posh lady had such a sexy secret side to her.

Sue took hold of a pair of Red boots that would be perfect for the wonder woman outfit and ushered me to try them on. They felt perfect as I slid into them and I felt strangely sexy as the outfit came together. My pussy moistened at the thought of walking into a room full of lesbians dressed like this. The thought that I would be having sexy kinky lesbian sex whilst wearing Sarahs boots also gave me a sexy tingle.

I could feel the eyes of the mother and daughters undressing me as I stood in the bedroom. I felt awkward being the centre of the sexual tension in the room. The feeling of being lusted after in such a way was so alien to me. The room felt still like time was standing still and I started to feel uncomfortable under their gazes.

Unable to take it anymore, I looked at the clock. And informed them that I would be late if I didn’t make a move for the hotel, where the former clients of mothers were waiting for me. Sue snapped back into life and demanded a photograph of me before she dropped me off. I posed for a couple of shots before Sarah demanded a couple of photos too. So I posed with Sarah for some more pictures, her arms squeezing me tight to her.

Sue dropped me off at the hotel, and with some trepidation I walked through the entrance looking for a function room that had a party going on. Finally after walking around the lobby, I followed the noise of some music and found the correct room.

Nervous as hell I entered the room. Thinking of myself as a lesbian, although thrilling was still a new concept for me. I looked around at the variety of women some drinking together and some dancing with each other. As I walked towards the bar I felt eyes following me and I acknowledged smiles and winks aimed at me. I felt on top of the world, part of something at last. I was now part of a sisterhood, and I understood who I was, and it felt so good

By the time I got to the bar my mouth was so dry, I settled at a chair at the bar, and ordered a gin and tonic. I hadn’t looked to see who I was sitting next to,nerves I guess. But soon I felt a hand on my arm and I looked to see a vision of sexiness. It was Jennifer dressed as a red indian. She looked so different gone were her glasses she now had in her contact lenses. She had a figure hugging black dress with fringes at the bottom It also had an Indian style detailing around her neck which was echoed by the same detailing on her head dress, a band going around her forehead really set off the outfit, and framed such a beautiful face. The Indian outfit was finished by a pair of grey brown boots that finished just below her knee.

“Wow” I said “you look so different, stunning” Jennifer squeezed my arm her face showing how pleased she was to see me.

“Julie you made it we thought you wouldn’t show, I am so pleased to see you, you look incredible. What a sexy outfit it’s perfect for you. Here let me get you another drink”

I hadn’t realised my glass had emptied so quickly, and gladly accepted Jennifers offer. I began to feel more comfortable with my surroundings, and relaxed in the company of my sexy companion. We chatted about lots of different things for a while, before I even realised Katie was no where to be seen. I tried looking around the room for her but without any luck. I asked Jennifer what Katie had come in hoping for a hint.

“Well She is abit shy, her outfit is quite revealing she wants to make an impact, and then for us to have some fun. I will send her a text and let her know you are here”

Jennifer took both my hands and turned to face me she kissed my lips. And I felt so wonderful to be doing this in front of all the other lesbians in the room, knowing how much they would be envying me. I also felt elated as I was coming out to the world, sure now of my future sexual leanings.

The room seamed different somehow as if somethng was happening the music was still pounding, but there seemed to be some kind of hush descending on the room. We both broke our kiss and turned to see what was happening.

Right at the back of the room Katie had appeared. Framed as she stood in the doorway by the bright light behind her. Most of the women had stopped their dancing to look. Purposely Katie began to walk right though the middle of the room towards us. No wonder all the guests were looking Katie looked amazing. I would never have had the nerve to have worn what she was wearing in such a crowded room. She had come as the sexiest little red riding hood that I have ever seen.

A red satin cape flowed from around her shoulders,its lightness making it ride around her, showing a daring red half cup bra pushing up her delighful breasts. Around her waist was a red leather mini skirt which complemented her thigh high red leather boots.

I know Jennifer felt so proud as did I, as this vision came and joined us. You could feel all the eyes in the room boring into us with jealousy. They knew Katie was out of their reach this evening at least. Taking advantage of the attention Katie deeply kissed Jennifer and then did the same to me.

Katie ordered a bottle of champagne from the bar, and then led us through the throng. Teetering on her heels bottle in hand it was obvious to all in the room that we were on our way to a sexual liason.

We soon reached the two lovers suite, a nice large room with a queen sized bed. The wardrobe door was open displaying many whips and paddles hanging up. On the dresser was a range of sex toys of various types and sizes.

Katie stood by the bed and gave Jennifer a nice lingering kiss. When it broke she looked over to me.
“Well I am so glad you decided to join us, now I have two sluts to play with, we are going to have so much fun this evening”.

With that Katie removed her mini skirt in one fluid movement and threw the skirt onto the bed so she was revealed fully. Attached to her leg by a garter was what looked to be a 15 inch long strap on dildo blood red in colour.

“Ok girlies get to work make this baby nice and wet”

I joined Jennifer on her knees in front of Katie and began to lick and kiss the obscenely long and thick rubber phallus. I stroked Jennifers sexy body, the older woman still in her sexy indian outfit, as we both slavered on the dildo.

Soon the strap on was covered in our mixed saliva. Katie pulled Jennifer up and roughly threw her onto the bed. She raised up Jennifers dress, exposing her soaking wet panties. With one good tug Katie ripped them apart, good enough to allow her access to the pussy dripping for her. Katie lined the dildo up with jennifers soaking slit, running it up and down a few times before plunging it deep in one fluid movement. The top half of Jennifers body rose off the bed with the rough intrusion. She had about ten inches of the fake cock inside her as she relaxed back down onto the bed.As Katie began to slowly pull back and gently back in, Jennifer relaxed and was beginning to moan with pleasure.

As I watched I began to rub myself through the wonder woman shorts. I had a feeling Sue wanted them back in a soiled state any way. Slowly Katie was getting the full 15 inches into the older sexy woman on the bed. How could she take it all I wondered. Whats more could I ? The idea of taking it was appealing but what about the pain? But then what did I expect from these two. Jennifer had hinted that I would be fisted tonight and I had come, it was to late to back out now. Besides I thought I have to learn sometime.

As Katie fucked Jennifer on the bed I moved onto it so I could kiss and play with Jennifers breasts. I moved the material of Jennifers dress out of the way cupping her breasts out of the indian outfit. Her nipples were nice and erect as I kissed and sucked them into my mouth. Jennifer tasted so sweet and she smelled so nice. I swirled my tongue around her nipples switching between the two. As I did this my hand snaked over her flat stomach towards her pussy.

I soon found a very wet pussy and as my fingers focused on her clit I could feel her pussy being pulled in and out by the big rubber cock. I moved up to kiss Jennifer but she was panting so much with the pounding she was getting. I looked instead at her beautiful face and the pleasure etched on it.

It felt wonderful being here with these two sexy ladies and the kinky fun they were having. My stomach was in flutters, wondering what they had in store for me. I went back to sucking on Jennifers perfect breasts and concentrated on her clit more. As I worked harder on it I heard her gasp in pleasure and her hips began to ride off the bed to meet the thrusts from Katie.

I was shocked at the foul language coming from her mouth as Katie and I increased our pace. It was plainly obvious that Jennifer was close to coming. Katie picked up Jennifers sopping wet panties and put them in Jennifers mouth as a gag. When Jennifer did come it was amazing. As she came her hips bucked up so fast and violently that she nearly knocked Katie off the bed. I noticed how skillful a lover Katie was, instead of just pulling out she left the dildo inside her lover and kissed and held Jennifer. I moved out of the way to let them have this special time.

As Jennifers breathing came back to normal Katie slowly withdrew the strapon. She broke her kiss and looked over at me.

“You know what to do bitch,lick it” she sneared.

I took the massive rubber cock in my hand and felt how slick with Jennifers juices it was. I began to tongue up and down its length. God Jennifers pussy tasted so good and the smell was exquisite too. As I tasted the sexy older womans juices I put my hand inside my tight shorts and began rubbing my pussy.

I was glad I did as Katie told me it was now my turn and I was glad of as much lubrication I could get if I was going to take on that monster hanging lewdly between her legs. I stood and removed my shorts, noticing the damp stain there. Sue would enjoy that I thought. I was laid on the bed by the two. Katie offered me the strap on to suck and keep slick with my saliva as Jennifer began to finger my pussy adding more and more fingers. Just as I thought I couldn’t take another finger she withdrew and took a tube of lube. She spread the cold gel over my pussy and her fingers.

Again she opened me up and got my pussy ready for the strap on. Finally she came up to the side of me touching my breasts.

“Are you ready to get the fucking of your life sweety” she whispered in my ear.

I nodded yes and before I could change my mind Katie had lined her self against my pussy. She thrusted into me not as violently as she had with Jennifer, or as deep but it still made me take a deep breathe in. As Katie worked herself deeper Jennifer whispered words of encouragment. I was amazed when she said I had taken 9 inches. As the tenth began its journey I began to feel some discomfort and nearly asked for Katie to stop.

Jennifer looked me in the eyes.

“Do you really want this hun, do you want to feel Katie fucking you and giving you as much pleasure as she gave me”? I thought about it and nodded

“Ok trust us babe and you will soon be seeing stars”

I felt Katie pull out a fair bit before thrusting the rest of the dildo into me. I screamed in pain but Jennifer put her panties in my mouth.

“Trust us babe take your time try and relax you will get used to it” Jennifer told me as she held me close.

And she was right after a couple of minutes it wasn’t so bad. I got used to the feeling of fullness, and the breadth of the dildo. Slowly Katie moved back out and then back in. She began to slowly fuck me. At first it was still painful, but after a while of her careful fucking it became pleasureable.

These two were so skillful in their love making it was obvious that they had lots of experience. There was no way I would have believed that I could have taken the monster that was now in my pussy. With each thrust from Katie and the lubrication now coming from me as Jennifer licked my clitoris, the sensation of the strap on was becoming better and better.

As katie picked up the pace I found my pleasure increasing, and my hips as Jennifers had, began to rise to meet the thrusts. Jennifer was so good at tonguing me and I felt her dip a finger in my juices and smear it around my rosebud. She eased her wet finger into my ass with ease and added another. It did feel odd to have both my holes used at the same time but it was delicous.

Katie was getting tired the sweat was pouring from her, she threw off her cape and undid the straps from her dildo harness. As she continued to pull the dildo in and out of my pussy she got Jennifer to lube up her other hand. I knew the biggest challenge of the evening was about to begin. But at least I trusted the two now and relaxed more, lying back and enjoying the sight of the two beauty’s on the bed with me.

I felt the dildo slide out of me I thought it would never stop coming out! Then the cold lube gel being spread generously around my pussy. Katie put more on her hand and then passed the tube to Jennifer who did the same. Now I felt cold fingers at both my openings. Katie judged that after the girth of the dildo she could start with four fingers. And I loved it, as you will understand four fingers is ok, but as they get closer to the knuckles it tapers wider. So as she moved in and out with these fingers I was stretched slightly more every time.

Jennifer wasn’t slacking either, slowly she had added a third finger into my asshole. The next thing I knew the two nodded at each other, and as Jennifer added a fourth finger Katie added her thumb. I was told later they carefully timed this so my senses didn’t focus on one area and let me clamp up. Try as I could though I couldn’t stop thinking of how close Katie was at getting her whole fist in me.

The feeling off being so stretched was yes painful, but also strangely erotic. I was getting so turned on now and just wanted her inside me. I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into me.

“Yes my slut take it like your whore bitch mother should have”

I was thrusting my hips towards her as I still pulled at her. With her words burning in my ears suddenly there was a flash of extreme pain followed by a delicous feeling of accomplishment and fullness. Wow I had done it Katies fist was inside me. As she moved her fist in deeper it felt amazing, the feeling is indescribable. Jennifer now took her chance and added her thumb, the pain at my rear was different more like a burning feeling. Again the two nodded and as Katie thrusted her fist so her arm was halfway in between her hand and elbow, Jennifer pushed her whole fist into my ass.

I bucked and squirmed around the bed It felt like I was having an orgasm. I wanted the fist out of my ass then and there but Jennifer calmed me down.

“Hush hun its a natural feeling, wanting something out from there, its whats your bodies used to doing ride it out the fun is just beginning for you”

The two now alternated their thrusts as Katie pulled out Jennifer pushed in. There were sparks flying before my eyes, and still some discomfort but the over whelming feeling was of pleasure.

They got me to move carefully so their arms were below me as I knelt on the bed. It was up to me now to decide how much I wanted inside, me and the pace of the abuse of my holes. Of course it also meant both holes were being stretched at the same time. The two sexy bithces gave me words of encouragement as well as calling me fithy names.

The sweat was pouring from me with the exertion, the feeling of fullness and the stretching of my openings was exquisite. With the words of abuse in my ears I chased my orgasm. I began to thrust myself down harder and lower, faster and faster. The two women encouraged me and I was getting so close to the biggest orgasm of my life.

“Yes go on Julie you can do it” “go on you slut I can feel Jens hand inside you, you dirty bitch” and more words came “ look at the cunt whore go”

The words threw me over the edge I came so hard the spasms felt like they would never stop. Luckily the two lay me down on the bed just before my legs gave way. It felt so strange for my pussy spasms to be squeezing against such a large thing in my pussy.

Slowly The arms were removed from my holes, maybe the worst part! As the fists came out there was some pain as if my body was reluctant to give them up.

We all cleaned ourselves up, myself having to be helped at first to the shower, my legs still abit weak. We all joined up on the large bed and cracked open the champagne. We chatted and I told them all about mother they looked at me hard when I let slip that the whore they used that afternoon was indeed my mother. The reason became clear when they admitted that they were mother and daughter too.

We giggled about it and I asked how they felt when they watched each other with other women. They just said although they loved each other very much it was natural in their case to allow that freedom as Jennifer said how could she stop her daughter finding a partner her age so they came to an arrangement.

We all made love after a rest, its to hard to remember the way events unfolded it all flowed so beautifully together, sharing kisses and tongueing of each others pussies. I do remember getting to fist Katie. Jennifer guided me in how to do it to her daughter. Once I was fully in Katie began to do the same to Jennifer. The scene was so erotic and will stay with me until I die. We kissed and cuddled until the sun began to rise and fell asleep in each others arms. I myself fell asleep calm and relaxed knowing my sexuality and the amazing possibilities it held for me and my future.

The End maybe
Many thanks to Jennifer for her input xxxx.