Story is Fiction, Bisexual,
It all started when John, my husband, got a new job with a law firm in Bakersfield. It was a great opportunity for him, he would be joining as a partner. It all looked perfect for us. New town, new school, new friends we were all excited. The house we bought was built in the 1950s, on a big lot with lots of space for gardens in a great neighborhood. The day we moved in, I met our neighbor Claire. It turns out that Clair's husband was one of the original partners at the firm my husband was joining. Claire was in her late 50's and her husband had passed away about 5yrs ago. She had two kids that were both grown and out of the house. We met while unpacking the truck and she was walking her dog, Walter. She seemed sweet but in a bit of a condescending way. Claire offered her assistance if we needed it, and said I should stop by for coffee once we got settled in.
The following week, I was busy when there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, Claire was standing there with a tray of cookies. She was wearing a pristine white tennis outfit, with a visor to match, and her blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. I was wearing an old T-shirt and shorts, and my brown hair was in a messy bun. She looked like she had just stepped off the cover of a magazine, and I looked like I had just rolled out of bed.
She was just dropping off the cookies and wanted to see if John and I would join her at her table at a charity event on Friday night. I accepted the offer and the cookies and we said our goodbyes. All the while I got the distinct feeling that Clair was checking me out.
On Friday night, John and I went to the charity event and sat at Claire's table with 2 other couples. Claire was flying solo and mentioned that she just wasn't comfortable dating yet, after her husband's passing. The conversation at the table was light, they asked where John and I were from, and what colleges we attended. It was the typical cocktail conversation. When we were leaving Claire shook John's hand and thanked him for coming and kissed him on the cheek. When she turned to me she gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear how much she liked the cocktail dress I was wearing and how great I looked for being the mother of two kids. Again, she stressed that I should stop by for coffee sometime.
One morning about a week later, there was a knock at my door. When I opened the door there was no one there, just a red envelope stuck in the screen door. It was a note and a photo from Claire thanking us for attending the event. The note also mentioned my dress. The note said, "I like it almost as much as the outfit you wore in this photo. When I turned it over my stomach sank. I still can't believe that Claire, my next-door neighbor of all people, managed to dig up my darkest secret.
My life had just taken a complete turn for the worse, moving to this town was now the worst decision I could have ever made. The moment I met Claire, she had a smug look on her face, like she was about to burst into laughter any second. I felt like I was being sized up, and not in a good way. Claire had that "mean girl" vibe, like the stereotypical rich kid from a high school movie.
At the bottom of the photo, Claire had written please be at my house in 10 mins. I didn't have time for a shower, so I closed the door behind me and walked over to Cliare's. When I knocked, I heard Claire say come in, in a sugary sweet voice. When I walked in, I could hear voices and music coming from down the hall. As I approached the main room I could tell that the noise was coming from a video on the big-screen TV. Claire was sitting on the couch wearing a matching set of bra and panties. I had to admit that she was in very good shape and looked great. With my eyes transfixed on Claire something that was said in the video caught my attention.
It was my big Sister voice from my old sorority and I immediately knew what the video was. My Big was welcoming me to the House for my first Sister's only party. There I am in the video, stark naked, except for the pink dog collar and leash. My nipples were hard and you can see my fully shaved pussy. You can hear my Big say "you're my sex slave, my submissive slut, and tonight is the first sisters-only event at the sorority. I've been waiting for this night all semester." "Yes, Madison," I reply, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I'm ready to serve my sisters." I watch as Madison takes the leash in her hand and guides me into the party. Leading me through the crowded room where our sorority sisters are gathered, chatting and laughing. I can feel their eyes on me, I am the only one that is nude in the room. All the events of that evening came rushing back to me. I was beet red from blushing and the overwhelming sense of humiliation. But I also remember the sense of arousal, knowing that I was there for their pleasure. That night I became the sorority pet. From that night forward for the next 4 years, I was the sex toy for all my sisters. I was never allowed to wear clothes in the sorority house and was required to pleasure or perform for them at any time. I remember missing full days of classes because I was at the house all day, eating pussy and playing with myself at the direction of my sisters. I hate to admit it, but I loved my days in college. Even now I can feel myself getting aroused seeing the video and thinking back to all the deviant things I was made to do and yes I did them willingly. I loved it.
I stood in Claire's living room transfixed to the video on her TV. OK Madison says, "First up," pulling me towards a group of girls gathered around the coffee table. "These girls want to play with your pussy." I nod, spreading my legs apart as one of the girls pulls out a vibrator and begins to tease my clit. Another girl lifts up her dress and grinds my face into her freshly shaved pussy, licking and sucking, while a third girl pinches and twists my nipples. I moan and writhe in pleasure, feeling my orgasm building up inside of me.
"Stop," I hear Madison say, "you can only cum when I tell you you can". "Yes Mistress" I respond as she pulls me away. "These girls want to try something else." as she leads me to the couch, pushing me down on all fours. Another girl pulls out a strap-on dildo and begins to fuck me from behind, while a third girl plays with my clit. I feel filled and used, my body trembling with pleasure. "Now, it's time for some titty and pussy torture,", leading me to the dining table where a pair of nipple clamps and a metal speculum await. I gasp as you attach the clamps to my nipples, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. You then insert the speculum into my pussy, spreading me wide open for all to see. "Look at that beautiful pussy," one of the girls says, admiring my spread open pussy. "I want to fuck it with this dildo." She grabs a large dildo and begins to fuck me with it, the sensation almost too much to bear. I cry out in pleasure, feeling my orgasm building up inside of me.
I blush when I hear Clair's voice calling me back to the present. I begin to sob and plead with Claire not to share the video or the picture with anyone else. She assured me that the video would be our little secret, on one condition. "Amy, I want you to be the entertainment for a little garden party I am throwing tomorrow afternoon here at the house. If you do that for me, the video will go nowhere else."
My voice trembling, I ask "What do you want me to do". "I want you, to relive your college days, clearly you enjoyed being a sex toy, didn't you?" "Em, no I didn't, I really want that part of my life to remain in my past". Claire reached for the remote and fast-forwarded the video to a scene where I am on the dining room table, spread eagle, with one woman grinding on my face, while I finger fuck two other girls, while a fourth is licking my pussy. "It sure looks like you were having fun, too me", says Claire. "Suite yourself if you don't want to entertain at my party, I am sure that my husband's old partner will be interested in seeing the wife of his newest hire." "Claire, I beg you", she cut me off. "The decision is yours not mine. If you want to entertain and have some fun, be here tomorrow at 11:30 am. You only need to wear a bikini as it's a ladies only pool party." With that, Claire spread her legs and started to rub her pussy while she watched my sister's only video. When I tried to interject, she held up her hand and said I was disrupting her from watching the show. I turned and went back home.
I knew that if I told John about my past he would leave me. If I didn't show up at Claire's house tomorrow as entertainment and John saw the video, he would leave me. I went home and took a hot shower and cried.
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