Decision Tree Ð Chapter 14 By Tappy McWidestance
I woke the next morning with a startled jump when Gwen opened the door. I had forgotten where I was, although everything came flooding back to my memory when she smiled and said, "Good morning slave." I smiled back. "Now hurry up and shower and get into the maid's outfit I will put out for you. You have fifteen minutes to get breakfast on the table for my family. Eggs, coffee and toast will be fine." With that, she turned to the closet and didn't give me a chance to respond. She was wearing a simple house-robe, but looked radiant. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. The shower was already on and warm so I jumped right in. I even peed in the shower to save time. I wish she had woken me up a little earlier, but I didn't want to miss my deadline so I washed in record time, dried off and headed back to my dungeon bedroom.
Fortunately the costume she had chosen for me was simple, just a one piece I could pull over my head plus 4-inch heels. It wasn't even particularly revealing, although it was lightweight and without a bra or panties, I certainly felt sexy. I headed up to the house as fast as I could. The carton of eggs was next to the stove along with a large pan. There was also a loaf of bread next to the toaster and the coffee was already brewing. Gwen had set me up for success.
Thomas was the first to arrive in the kitchen. He hugged me from behind, kissed the back of my neck (I love that) and whispered, "Good morning pet," into my ear. I leaned my body back into his, grinding my ass against his crotch being careful not to drag the pan of scrambled eggs off the stove. He moved his hands up from my stomach and cupped my breasts. "Patience my dear," he told me. Bruce was next to arrive. He didn't say anything beyond, "Good morning." I wasn't sure if I was expecting a "thanks for the wild fuck last night" or something else affirmative, but I was a little disappointed. Gwen then appeared, still wearing her robe, but she looked completely put together for so early in the morning.
The three of them sat at the kitchen table and I served them breakfast. I actually enjoyed doing it. Up until now my experiences with them had all been sexual. This was different. I was pleasing them with simple actions making their day better and it warmed my heart. I expected to be instructed to crawl under the table and give a blowjob or suck Gwen's pussy, but instead I was invited to sit with them and eat. Thomas and Gwen were discussing the day's plans. Bruce had earbuds in and was in his own world. I wasn't ignored, but I wasn't exactly included either. By the end of breakfast, I had gathered that Gwen was going out Friday night and that Dean and Liz were coming over. At first I wasn't sure whether I was meant to stay home or go out either, but eventually Thomas said he would need me at the house.
Gwen also told me Bruce was having friends over on Saturday. She smacked his shoulder to get his attention. He tugged his earbuds out exclaiming a sarcastic "what?"
"Who are you having over on Saturday?" she asked him.
"Just a couple of the guys to watch football," he told her and then put in his earbuds again.
Gwen looked at me and winked. "They'll probably need some maid service to serve snacks."
My pussy gushed at the thought, but I just smiled. When everyone finished I made quick work of rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. I was then given fifteen minutes to get dressed for work. Thomas said I would be riding with him today. It didn't take me long to change into a too short skirt and sheer blouse. The stockings took the longest to get straight with the garters and of course the walk back to the house in the high heels was as challenging as ever. As I made my walk of pre-shame, I wondered what Thomas had in store for me. I didn't have any client meetings scheduled today so I could be used in the office all day if the partners wanted me. That thought was certainly exciting. I kind of day dreamed while he drove thinking about Dean and Liz and what might happen Friday night. I didn't even notice at first that Thomas and slid his hand under my skirt and was resting it on my inner upper thigh. I made no move to rebuke him. I wanted him to touch my pussy and pivoted slightly to give him easier access, but he didn't take the bait. He seemed happy to just rest his hand inches from giving me pleasure. In retrospect his was a wonderful show of ownership that he didn't feel compelled to take advantage of his opportunity. He knew he could have me anytime he wanted so why rush. My body didn't process it that way. I'm sure he knew that too.
The office was buzzing with activity already when we arrived. When you are a partner nobody asks why you are a little late. Especially when you walk in with the founding partner. I did feel everyone's eyes on me as I walked through the bullpen toward my office. Since my clothing transformation occurred at the same time I was announced as partner, there was little doubt people thought the two were connected. But I didn't care. I really just wanted to get to the privacy of my office and touch myself, but I was concerned I would climax and I knew I didn't have permission yet. Maybe one of the other partners would visit with some kinky demand. One thing was for sure, the law was the last thing on my mind.
As the morning progressed, it appeared sex was not on the mind of any of my colleagues, although my pussy was still wet, my office smelled of arousal and it was the only thing I could think about. At 10:30 I got an email from Tony to report to the conference room at 10:45 to discuss a particular case I knew he had been working on for the last couple of weeks. I chuckled to myself that "discussing the case" was probably code for bending me over the table. After I got the email I hurriedly shuffled to the bathroom to check my make-up and make sure my skirt and stockings were properly aligned. I wanted to look good for Tony. As it turned out, Steve and Jeff were waiting in the conference room too. Was I to get pin cushioned again? I smiled at them and took a seat. Steve was the first to speak.
"You look lovely this morning Susan. And as much as we would love to spend an hour fucking the shit of out you, we have actual work to get done and we need your opinion."
I must have looked disappointed. Jeff actually commented on it and then reminded me that I got the partnership position because they valued my legal skills, not because of my other benefits. We began to discuss a complex case, but I admit, I was struggling to focus. I didn't think I was adding much to the strategy, something the guys definitely noticed. Tony was the first to ask about it and I had to admit that I was too horny to work. That made them chuckle. Tony then pressed the speaker button on the phone and dialed Thomas' extension. When he answered he said I was too distracted by my cunt (I both hate that word and loved when he used it referring to me) to help with the case. He asked permission if they could relieve me.
If I had been turned on before, my pussy was a flash fire now being talked about that way. Thomas asked if I would be better able to focus if he allowed me to cum. "Oh yes sir," I responded before adding, "if it would help the guys I would be willing to help them cum too, sir."
"No, that's a bad plan," Thomas replied. "They will be worthless if you do that. I was going to make you wait until we got home tonight," he said. I was disappointed. "But we need to get this case moving forward and your experience will help," he continued. "You can finger yourself to completion, but then we really need your input on this."
"Thank you sir," I replied. "I'm sure this will help."
And that was how I ended up sitting on the opposite side of the conference table from three leering men with my fingers in my pussy and dancing on my clit. I really didn't want to rush since I loved having them watch me masturbate. At some point I realized they really couldn't see what I was doing since my pussy was under the table so I stood up. As I explained before the conference table is very long and we were just using one end. So I walked past where we had the case files spread out and unzipped my skirt letting it fall on the ground. From there it was a simple task to hop on the open end of the conference table. I laid on my back, spread my legs and then bent my knees upward. I wanted to frame my pussy to their gaze. I then closed my eyes and went to work on my swollen love hole.
Not that I didn't enjoy the guys in their own way, but with my eyes closed I could imagine I was exposing myself for Gwen. Or under her direction, I was exposing myself at her command to another one of her friends. Or to Bruce's friends who thought they would be watching football but instead got to gangbang me. As you can imagine it didn't take me long to cum. I also didn't stop. I knew the guys could tell I'd just orgasmed. I figured that would be the trigger for them to finally whip their cocks out. I didn't care if I blew them or fucked them, but I wanted them to participate. But they didn't. They were kind enough to give me the time to cum again. I writhed on the conference table like a slut in heat. Later they showed me pictures and video of my performance they took with their phones. My lust temporarily sated, I climbed off the table and put my skirt back on. We didn't talk about my lewd behavior. We just got back to work. I was able to focus and we made progress. The guys actually did seem to value my input on the legal points we discussed. Given how the meeting began, I didn't understand how that was possible, but it certainly fed my ego that I could be both a lawyer and a professional in the courtroom and the nastiest slut you had ever seen as well. The meeting broke up about 12:30 with a clear plan of how to win the case and I felt like I had really contributed. We decided to go out to lunch and apart from my clothes, I felt like I was having lunch with colleagues not just sex partners. We went to a sports bar near the office so I ended up sitting on a pub height stool. I crossed my legs to try and appear lady-like, but that only made my skirt ride up to expose my garter snaps. It also started to refocus my mind on sex again. Whether that was the guys' plan or not, I'm not sure. But I saw the seat had a wet spot when I left and by the time I got back to my office, my mind was in a lust fog again. No legal work was going to happen that afternoon unless I got another release. I did not assume that would happen.
Unfortunately I was right on both accounts. I didn't get to cum again and I was not able to focus on any work for the rest of the afternoon. Tony did come in toward the end of the day for a blowjob that I happily provided, but he didn't touch me other than holding the back of my head. By the time Thomas drove me home, I was on pins and needles for whatever he and Gwen chose to do to me. But alas, Gwen's only interest was having me cook dinner and then work on cleaning the house and doing their laundry. At least she dressed me in a maid's costume so I felt sexy while doing it.
On Thursday I had to be in court. It wasn't a tough case, but it meant I had to dress a bit more conservatively. I found that I really hated being in my office dressed "normally" instead of wearing my new wardrobe. As it turned out, it was a good day not to tart it up because Gwen's friend, and my new partner, Akio, showed up that afternoon to check the progress of the build out downstairs and to discuss business. Although she had been recommended by Gwen, I didn't know if she was into the scene or not so it was better that I was dressed professionally during our first meeting. If she did party with Gwen she didn't give any indication of it. I hoped that just meant she was being professional because she was gorgeous and I would have loved to get my hands on her. Thomas gave us a tour of the new office. It was almost done. There was still a bit of the buildout to be completed, it needed to be painted and have furniture delivered, but soon we would be launching our new women's law firm together. Thomas had picked out one of the paralegals from upstairs to help out and we still needed a receptionist, but he figured in a few weeks we would be good to go.
Even though Akio was hot, I wasn't thinking sexual thoughts (after my first positive reaction) during this meeting. My mind was focused back on the law. I appreciated that my body gave me that break as I had a lot to work on that afternoon. Thursday night found me cleaning the house again, although Gwen did find a minor fault in my work and I found myself over her knee and being spanked. She didn't get me off, but she did touch between my legs after she finished her punishment and comment about what a dirty slut I had become to get so wet when being disciplined. I knew she was just trying to humiliate me a bit, but I chose to wear the comment as a badge of honor. I'm pretty sure she was joking anyway as she loved how wet my pussy got any time she touched me.
I had one more room to clean and when I was done I was allowed to kneel in front of Thomas and Gwen as they watched TV before bed. After a few minutes, Gwen stood up and removed her pants. I then got to feast on her delicious pussy. I remember thinking it was surreal that I was pleasuring her while she snuggled with her husband watching the late night shows. After she was satisfied (three orgasms later) I repeated the process with Thomas. Of course he only got to cum once, but it was a large tasty load and I didn't spill a drop. I was a good girl.
After that both Gwen and Thomas stood up to head to bed. Gwen did give me a kiss and I gave her the remnants of her husbands cum onto her tongue. Then they dismissed me to bed and reminded me not to play with myself. That was going to be a challenge.
The morning followed my now usual routine. Up early so I could have more time to shower, do my makeup and dress in my maid's outfit. I didn't consider it a costume any more. It was just what I wore around the house. I was then back to the main house to cook breakfast. Bruce had me crawl under the table and suck his cock while they ate, but it all seemed normal. I was back to slutty attorney Susan today as Friday rarely saw court appearances. We did have a prospective new client coming in today to meet with Tony. He felt slutty Susan was more appropriate viewing in the meeting to try and land him. I'm not sure if my cleavage or legs altered his decision, but we signed the client to a lucrative retainer deal. I felt sure Tony would want to fuck in celebration, but he didn't. He did give me a passionate kiss and a quick finger fuck to thank me. Of course that just turned me on and left me wanting more.
Liz did visit my office that afternoon. She wanted oral. She told me Dean was taking her out that night but she didn't know where and she wanted to cum now in case she wasn't allowed later. Of course I knew she probably didn't have permission to cum now either, but that was not my problem. I joyfully invited her to sit on my desk and spread her legs. I was so engrossed in devouring her pussy that I didn't hear the door open or notice Thomas walk in until he spoke.
"You are going to be in trouble Liz," he bellowed.
"I know, but I needed this," she replied.
I stopped my ministrations and looked up briefly. I was treated to the vision of Thomas putting his hand under her chin and pulling her backward until she was lying on my desk. I saw him unzipping his pants as he admonished me to "Get back to work." I assumed that meant on her pussy and not some client matter. Her moan of satisfaction as my tongue again found her clit was cut short as his cock filled her mouth.
I guessed that Thomas was going to tattle on Liz to Dean, but that didn't mean he wasn't beyond using her for his pleasure first. I could tell she liked this new development too. Heck they may have planned it before she came into my office. Either way her pussy was leaking twice the fluid since his cock entered her mouth and I knew she would soon reward my effort with the orgasm she sought. In fact, it was only about two minutes later that she squealed into her penis gag and shook on my desk. My prize was a flood of her girl juice and the satisfaction of a job well done. Thomas began to pound his cock into her mouth. After her climax abated I looked up and could see her neck bulging with each thrust as he forced her to deep throat him. The look on his face showed he wouldn't be keeping this up much longer. I was right about that, but he surprised me when he pulled out of her mouth before he came.
I would not have been surprised if he blasted her face or even if he ordered us both to our knees and had us share a facial. I was surprised, a very pleasantly so, that he walked around my desk, grabbed the back to my neck and pulled my mouth onto his cock. He didn't fuck my face or give me a chance to suck him. He rammed his cock all the way into my mouth until the tip was brushing my throat and just held me there. About five seconds later I felt the hot splash of his seed running down my throat. It triggered a gag reflect as you might imagine, but he held my head tightly and I just had to endure it. I was coughing as volley after volley shot into my mouth. I flailed my arms to indicate I couldn't breath, but he continued to hold my head firmly as he continued to cum and for what seemed like an eternity but was probably less that ten seconds after he finished. He then pulled out and I made a cartoon like sound of air rushing back into my lungs and I tried to recover.
OK, so I couldn't breath for about 20 whole seconds and in the end I really loved what he did, but in the moment I was freaking out a bit. I had felt vulnerable like he was going to choke me until I passed out. I also felt like I was just his personal cum dump. You already know I like when someone makes me feel like that. My pussy was again on fire and just a quick stroke of my clit would have gotten me off. But until Liz, I wasn't about to break rule number one. I sat in slumped in my chair, my legs spread and my tummy full of creamy goodness and very happy as Thomas zipped up and Liz stood up then readjusted her clothes to look passable in the office. The workweek was almost done and I was ready for whatever a weekend of play would bring me.
Thomas had me masturbate in the car on the drive home. That certainly did not make the trip easy, as I had to struggle not to cum. But I did enjoy the torment. Gwen just had me strip to my stockings and heels when we arrived home. She had started cooking dinner, but I still had to serve them at the table. I was allowed to make a plate for myself, but after I placed it on the table, she looked at me and said, "Floor."
I wasn't sure what I had done to earn a punishment, but it was better not to ask. I put my plate on the floor and sat down next to it. Gwen corrected me to kneel with my ass in the air and not to use my hands to eat. She told me to expect to be in that position many times this weekend. That gave me decidedly mixed emotions. Despite my heart being filled with joy every time I filled one of their orders, this one was tough. Eating face down and ass up like an animal was not a choice I enjoyed. On the other hand, hearing that I would be spending quality time in this position was good. I began to think about was that meant. Certainly both my bottom holes were accessible so hopefully that meant I'd get good and fucked. But it also exposed me to all forms of impact play. That in itself wasn't an issue, but given Gwen's creativity, I was sure I had not experienced all her methods. That meant there might be some I didn't enjoy. Having my head down also meant I might me kissing her feet or sucking her toes. Neither was horrendously objectionable as they showed my submission, but I can't say I enjoyed the act. It was best to just concentrate on eating. I'm sure I would need my strength later. I did sneak a peek at Gwen's shapely legs while I was trying not to cover my face with mashed potatoes. That vision allayed some of my apprehension as dreaming of being between them always calmed me and dinner proceeded without incident, except my pussy juicing up. But I am sure you assumed that would happen.
After dinner I was allowed to stand and then I was ordered to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Both Gwen and Thomas left and I was quick to begin my household duties. I felt weird to be doing this naked, or almost naked, instead of wearing some skimpy maid's outfit. It hardly mattered as my maid's outfits left little to the imagination, but the lack of clothing did fuel my brain to think in more sexual terms about what might happen next. If they had domestic duties planned for me, I doubt they would have had me strip. At least that is what I told myself.
Thomas was the first to appear back in the kitchen. He was dressed very casually. Sweat pants and a T-shirt indicated to me that he was not planning to go out tonight. He looked freshly showered. Not that I cared as I loved the smell of man who had worked all day, but perhaps Dean and Liz were coming here. He told me Gwen would be in soon and that I should wait in the kitchen. He also inspected my work on the dishes (in the dishwasher and running) and putting away the pans and wiping down the counters. He said I had done an acceptable job, although he did point out one spot on the counter he said Gwen would chastise me for missing. I quickly wiped it up.
I would have loved for him to bend me over the counter and fuck me as his reward for helping me pass inspection. Heck, I would have loved for him to fuck my mouth like he had done to Liz. When he told me to bend of her the kitchen table and spread my ass cheeks I thought I had won the lottery. But then he said to hold that position until Gwen arrived and walked out of the room. One thing I can say about my dominant couple, they know how to disappoint and excite me at the same time.
I don't know how he could resist my spread pussy and ass in front of him. My libido was on boil, which I suppose was the point. Having my tits mashed against the table wasn't helping as my nipples rubbed the surface with any motion my body made and I was acutely aware that I was very defenseless in this position. But that only made me love them more. My high heels meant I didn't have to strain to achieve the proper height. Resting chest down wasn't really that uncomfortable. Reaching back and spreading my cheeks wasn't relaxing as it stressed my shoulders, wrists and fingers, but it wasn't too bad. I even toyed with the idea of stretching enough to touch my labia. In my mind I wanted to check if they were engorged and my pussy was wet as I was sure that is how my Mistress would want her pet's pussy to present itself. But whom was I kidding? That would just be for my pleasure and I already knew my arousal state.
Gwen did not return for about half an hour. It was mental torture waiting for her. I would have loved for Thomas or Bruce to come in and play with me, but to have to wait, exposed and ready, but ultimately unfulfilled was terrible and nerve wracking. When she did arrive, I couldn't see her, but I recognized her perfume. I also recognized her middle finger as it slid into my overheated pussy.
"No resistance my wet slut," she exclaimed triumphantly. "You must have been thinking dirty thoughts."
"Just thinking of you, Mistress," I replied. I also wiggled my butt as she held her finger inside of me. I noticed immediately her action was the same as Thomas' who held his cock in my mouth, but didn't move it. Was this some dastardly plan they had for me tonight? Just to tease me, but not use me? That was a horrifying thought and I quickly put it out of my mind. Of course they were going to use me in every way I could think. That made me smile. But Gwen continued to just told her finger still.
After about 30 seconds of letting me wonder about her plan, she pulled her finger out of me and grabbed my hair. She pulled hard and told me to stand. She could have just given me the command, but asserting her dominance and causing some pain certainly helped my arousal, not that it needed any real help, but I did feel a surge of energy through my body. As I stood, I got a view of the way she was dressed. And I liked it.
You might rightly assume she was dressed in full dominatrix gear ready to spend the night giving her slave the session of her dreams, but you would be wrong. She was dressed in clubwear, although her preference to being in charge was not in doubt. First off, she was dressed in black from top to bottom. And she was wearing leather. She was wearing a mini-dress that came to her upper-thigh. Of course she wore stockings. I couldn't see whether they were stay-up or she had a garter, but I assumed the latter. They were fishnets. I had not seen her wear those before. I liked them. She also had on thigh high boots with a thick, but tall heel. The effect was to draw your eye into the top of the boot to look at the stockings only exposed for about three inches. The affect made my mouth water.
The top of the dress had a deeply scooped bodice exposing a generous expanse of her magnificent cleavage. It obviously had a built in bra because her tits appeared to defy gravity and there was no additional straps except for a pair of the dress' straps. But what straps they were. About a half-inch wide, instead of going just over the shoulder, the straps crossed above her breasts forming a diamond shape before going over her shoulder and affixing in the back. The affect was to call even more attention to her cleavage. Given the rest of her outfit was black, right down to the fishnet opera gloves she now pulled on, the white skin expanse of her chest stood out like a billboard saying "look at me." My mouth watered at the thought of burying my face between her dirty pillows, but her impeccable make-up told me doing anything to ruin her look would be met with scorn.
"As you can guess, I am going out tonight. You will stay home with Thomas and see to his needs," she told me. I could only hope his needs aligned with my needs. She then walked around the kitchen inspecting it. I held my lips together tightly out of a sense both of dread and anticipation. Part of me wanted to pass the scrutiny and since Thomas gave me a pre-inspection I felt confident I could please my Mistress by meeting her high standard of excellence. But part of me also wanted to fail. Gwen might have been dress to go out, but even though she didn't have on a classic BDSM outfit, there was no mistaking her for anything but what she was. And that made me want her to punish me before she left. Or even if she didn't want to be physical because she was already perfectly made up, a bit of verbal degradation wouldn't be too bad. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) she found my kitchen cleaning acceptable. I figured she was just in a hurry to leave. But as had been the case since we met, she surprised me by understanding me needs even more than I did. I watched in amazement as she opened a drawer and pulled out a dog collar and leash. How did she know? My pussy gushed as she put the collar around my neck.
"Follow me," was all she said and we headed toward the back door.
The leash was about six feel long. She held it slung over her right shoulder. I stayed far enough behind her that she could keep tension on it. She also had to tug it a few times. She knew I would follow her anywhere, but I don't know if she understood I stayed that far behind her so I could watch her ass and she walked in front of me. God how I wished she was staying home tonight. But slaves can't be choosy about when their owners use them or what manner that takes. I was grateful for any attention she desired to give me. Maybe she had a similar outfit laid out for me and her saying I was staying home was just a ruse. Or maybe she would let me put on a show pleasuring myself for her. My entire focus at that time was lusting after her body and how I could serve her. As it turned out, none of my fantasies were true and she was really going out without either Thomas or me that night. But at least she did give me a bit of attention first.
Once in my dungeon home, Gwen made quick work of securing me face-first to the X-frame. I couldn't imagine us having a long session or her wanting to break a sweat. Finally I was right about something. She did give me a very brief, hard finger fuck, but her primary purpose was to give me ten lashes with a cane. She told me this wasn't because I was displeased at all, but was to "get her in character" for her trip to the club. "That must be some kind of club," I remember thinking. She said she wanted to hear me scream. That was never a problem when I was caned. I hated it. Five strokes on the back of each of my thighs provided her with plenty of expressions of pain to fill her ears for hours. Her insistence that I thank her for each one should have sufficed to reinforce her need to be called Mistress and set the mood. My rapid breathing between each stroke showed her I wasn't just acting. She really was hurting me. Hurting me so good as the song goes.
When she was done she rubbed my ass with her left hand as she inspected the welts she gave me with her right. Later I would look in a mirror and see that she was very skilled in giving me parallel strokes with the cane. Each welt was distinct on my thigh, parallel to the ones next to it. They also lined with their counterpart on my opposite thigh. I didn't know how long they would last, but I knew Thomas would see them soon enough.
After she released me, Gwen told me to go to the bathroom and make sure I took care of both pee and poop. That kind of sounded ominous. When I returned, she gave me a tiny leather apron that covered from my belly button (at least that was the level she had me tie it at, my pussy and about three inches of thigh. She also gave me a leather push-up demi bra to wear. The apron left my ass exposed, not that a thong or panties would have covered much and neither would hid the cane marks. The bra gave me a healthy expanse of cleavage, although not as impressive as my Mistress was showing. Other than having to compare myself to her, I must say I looked hot. I was looking at myself in the mirror and not paying attention to her until she told me to lift the apron. She then held out a strange looking piece of clothing that kind of looked like a g-string. I expected her to hand it to me to step into, but instead she held the front portion up for me to see. It looked very firm.
"This will keep you pure until I return," she said proudly. As she pressed it tightly to my naked pussy, I realized what it was. The front panel was firm and molded itself over my pussy. It was a chastity device. There were three thin leather straps attached at the corners. Gwen told me to drop the apron and hold the device firmly against me. When I did, she pulled the top two straps around my hips. It was a very snug fit. The straps clipped into something behind me that I could not see. When I questioned her she told me it was a lock to prevent the device from being removed. She told me it had been custom made for me so it could fit like a glove. She then grabbed the third strap and pulled it between my legs. Its shape was different. The side straps were flat. The center strap was triangular. I couldn't really see it, but I could feel as it went up my butt crack that it slid between my cheeks in the center, but felt flat on the top. It also effectively sealed my asshole from being touched. It was just barely long enough to lock into place. It was very tight. The strap dug into my butt checks and the front panel was snug enough not to move at all. Basically it would be a constant reminder of my status, but there would be no way to sexually relieve myself. I both hated and loved it.
"Thomas doesn't have the key by the way," Mistress Gwen informed me. "A vibe on the front will not give you much relief. The Hitachi might get you off, but mostly it will tease you. Maybe if you are good, he will let you sit on the Sybian. At least then you have a fighting chance to cum. I shouldn't be gone more than three or four hours." She then kissed me lightly on the cheek (can't have her mess up her lipstick, can we) and headed for the door. She paused to tell me Thomas was expecting me in the living room and then disappeared out the door.
Once I was alone I had to test the effectiveness of the chastity belt. My fingers did little to garner any stimulation. I was tempted to sit on the Sybian, but I was afraid I'd never be able to tear myself away from it. Instead I did the right thing and headed back to the main house. As Gwen had told me, Thomas was lounging in the living room watching a movie on TV. When he saw me, he waved me over. I had no real expectation about what he planned, other than I would not be getting any real satisfaction. Still, conceptually being teased for three hours until Gwen returned had a certain positive expectation. But teasing me wasn't first on Thomas' agenda. He paused his movie and then we actually talked business.
It was surreal sitting next to my boss, having a pleasant corporate discussion while I was nearly naked and wearing a chastity belt. Thomas led the conversation as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I did my best to act professional as if we were sitting in a conference room discussing strategy. Fortunately Mistress had not plugged me or inserted an egg before sealing my pussy and ass. If she had done that, it would have been impossible to have this, admittedly difficult conversation. I am not sure I even really said anything of value, but about ten minutes later Thomas finished what he wanted to discuss and turned his movie back on. I wasn't sure what to do. I was sitting like an equal on the couch, but I certainly wasn't an equal in our dynamic. I felt like I should slide down to the floor or excuse myself to the kitchen until he called for me. For several minutes I felt an uneasy tension between us, although Thomas made no gesture or expression that indicated he felt the same way. I was relieved when he asked me to get him a beer. That gave me an excuse to stand up and when I returned with his bottle and a glass on a small silver-serving tray I found in the kitchen, I was decided to not sit down again unless he gave me express permission.
I was holding the tray in both hands and I stood in front of him, but not directly in front of him so I didn't block the TV. I then bent at the waist as I had been taught so the tray and his sudsy refreshment would be at a level he could grasp. That position also exposed the tops of my breasts to his gaze should he wish to look. He glanced at me, not staring at the vision of sexual energy I felt I was displaying, and began to grab the bottle. Then he stopped.
"Stand back up for a moment," he commanded me. Immediately I stood straight up. He then also stood up. "There is one more thing I require beside this beer," he told me without specifying what he wanted me to get. When he started taking off his sweatpants I guessed my next duty.
Thomas sat down on the couch and I once again bent over to serve his beer. If the tray had not been in the way, I could have gotten a good look at his cock. As it was, I cockblocked my vision, but it didn't matter.
"Take the tray back to the kitchen and then sit down next to me," he said.
I hurriedly returned the tray and then sprinted back to the living room. Thomas was now stroking his cock to hardness. He had about a half-staff working. I was hoping seeing me again would help. I sat down next to him as instructed. He corrected me to move a bit to my left (away from him) and then put his hand on my head and pulled me down to his waiting cock. It deliciously slipped into my mouth. I brought my left hand down and cupped his balls, then I stroked his cock, now wet and slippery with my saliva. While this did help his growing erection, it did not meet with his complete satisfaction.
"Put your arms behind your back. Just use your tongue."
I could do that. I would have rather he bound me because, well, I love the feeling of cuffs, but I could just hold my wrists together too. I started bouncing my mouth up and down his hard shaft, but he corrected that too,
"Just hold my cock in your mouth. Just apply enough suck pressure to keep me hard. But don't try to make me cum."
That was a new one for me. It was actually tough to take as much of him as I could without taking too much and gagging. I also wasn't sure exactly what I could do to keep him hard. He sat there watching his movie, petting my head like I was his loyal dog, all the while keeping his cock in my mouth, but not really doing anything with it. If our office conversation had been weird, this was weirder. He wanted me to just lie there. Had he been my boyfriend and I didn't have a mouthful of dick, using his lap as a pillow would have been very comfortable and relaxing. But this was not relaxing. It was stressful because I had to continually redouble my effort to make sure I was positioned properly and that my hands were where he wanted them. My jaw also began to get sore from being locked in the same position.
"I'd fuck you," he told me, "if my wife had not used that damn chastity belt."
I wanted to tell him he could still fuck my mouth, but I didn't dare as I was sure he had thought of that already. I was just a pawn in their game that night. Fortunately, the game changed soon after. The doorbell rang and Thomas told me to answer it. It was the first time I had been sent to the door in a compromising outfit. I started to protest, but then I realized he must have expected that and undoubtedly my services, restricted as they were, must have been on the menu. I was not surprised that Dean and Liz were on the other side of the door. Liz gave me a big hug and then a quick kiss. She then moved past me and disappeared toward the living room. Dean was slower. He took his time looking at my outfit and had me spin. He also commented on my stripes given to me by Gwen. I had forgotten about them since Thomas didn't mention them, but they must have still been visible.
Dean put his arm around my waist, after closing the door, and escorted me back to the living room. Liz, professional slut that she is, was already slurping down Thomas' cock I had prepared. She was also using her right hand. I guess I was special to only be allowed to use my mouth.
"Susan get our guests a drink," Thomas instructed me. Dean told Liz to stop being greedy and to undress both him and herself. I took their drink orders (beer and wine) and headed to the kitchen again. When I returned, I planned to make the same show of bending over to present the tray, but I paused, visibly shaken, if only for a moment.
Liz was sitting between the two men. Her legs were splayed wide open over the inside leg of each guy. Her pussy was on the edge of the cushion, glistening and tempting. Both guys were hard and she was slowly stroking them, I assume to keep them that way until it was time to fuck. Yes, I was jealous. I mean, I know she has been in service to them longer than I have, but why should she have all the fun? Dean took his beer and then told me to help Liz drink her wine. I cautiously set the tray on the coffee table and then bent forward again so all concerned could look down my cleavage. I then held the wine glass to her lips and carefully let her sip it. I wanted to pour some over her breasts and lick it off, but I suppressed that urge.
It took her several minutes to finish her wine. She wasn't in a hurry although my back was getting tired of holding that position. By the time she finished, Dean and Thomas were done with their beers. Nobody wanted a refill so I took the empties to the kitchen. When I returned, Liz's mouth was once again wrapped around Thomas' cock, only this time she was kneeling on the floor and Dean was pounding her from behind. Now I was super-jealous. I was told to stand at attention in case they needed anything. That was infuriating. I was stuck watching, listening and smelling them fuck, yet could do nothing to join or even stimulate myself.
I had to stand at attention watching until Dean slapped her ass and pulled his cock out of her pussy. That seemed to be a signal because Thomas pulled his cock out of her mouth. He then ordered me to my knees. Dean presented his Liz flavored cock to me to clean off. He then went and sat on the couch while Thomas took the opportunity to face fuck me for thirty seconds or so. I loved that, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. Liz was already balls deep on Dean before Thomas left me and got behind her. My brief taste of cock inflamed my desires even more. No doubt that was planned. I was really not enjoying tonight's game.
The three of them were going at it with passion and fervor. I desperately wanted to be involved. I thought about popping my tits free of the severe bra so at least I could squeeze my nipples. I probably couldn't cum, but at least it would be something. But then Liz pulled her head free and begged Dean for permission to cum. Instantly I was focused on her as we both awaited his response. While Dean was still controlling himself, apparently her heart felt plea for orgasm either caught Thomas off guard or inspired him, because out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grab her hips a little tighter, slam his cock all the way in and held her like that. I could tell from his expression that he was cumming. I could tell Liz was struggling with all her might not to.
If she was mad at him for giving her a creampie, she didn't show it. When Thomas pulled out he availed himself of my mouth to clean him off just as Dean had done. He also mentioned that he had made a bit of a mess and that I should take care of my sister slave as well before she dripped on the carpet. That seemed like a stupid excuse to have me eat her pussy, especially when it contained a taste treat from my Master. At first I knelt behind her, but that position really didn't work so I laid on my back so her pussy was hovered over my mouth. A few nice droplets of Master's jizz dripped into my mouth. I made the yummy sound to make sure everyone involved knew what I was doing. Once Liz realized the position I had taken, she squatted down a bit so my mouth was plastered over her pussy. I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could. Her moan was music to my ears. Dean told her to resume sucking.
While my main task was to clean her pussy of my Master's cum, I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity to try and make her cum without permission. She sensed pretty quickly that was what I was doing and complained to both men. I expected them to tell me to knock it off and do my job. Instead Dean told her to grind herself on my face until she came. I knew that wouldn't take too long and she took his direction literally and rubbed her cunt all over my face. Sure I understood if she had pressed down on my mouth and had me give attention to her clit, but instead she slid her leaking snatch all over my face. I think she even fucked my nose for a moment, but mostly she slimed me. One benefit of her rocking my nose against her labia was I got a great smell of her heat. That was a huge turn on. But all good thing must come to an end and too soon she was back rocking over my mouth. I tried my best to capture her clit, and while I didn't think I succeeded, at least not as well as I at hoped, she did cum on my face.
I hoped my Master was proud of me as she sat and quivered on top of my head. Her moans and shrieks were music to my eyes. Somehow playing out this scene here was more exciting than our previous encounters in the office. Maybe it was because without the worry of getting caught, I could enjoy the experience more. Or maybe it was because I was performing with my new Master and well as Master Dean and sister Liz. Maybe it was because I couldn't touch myself so I was forced to concentrate on her. Whatever the reason, I really enjoyed having her grind herself to orgasm on my face.
I expected Dean to allow himself to cum soon. He had such great self-control. I really admired his ability to delay his orgasm almost indefinitely. It was a tiring trait when he was fucking you, but also very special. I expected him to dump a load down Liz's throat. She had certainly earned it. But instead he told her to stand up and then told me to get on my knees. I wasn't about to question his desire to give me his cum. I knelt and opened my mouth while he began to stroke his cock in front of me. But before he shot, I felt my Master's hands pulling at my hair and wrapping it around my face. It was then I felt the hot, sticky splatter of man nectar hit my hair. I felt three spurts and then Master pulled my hair away before four more splatted against my chest, rebounded up to my chin and lower lip and then dripped down my cleavage tunnel. That was a first for me.
Reflexively I started to raise my hands to wipe away his jizz, but Master grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. "Liz, there is a set of cuffs in the coffee table drawer. Grab them for me," Thomas instructed her. As I said, I love being cuffed, even if it meant I couldn't wipe away a huge load of cum from my face, chest and now drying in my hair. I submissively held my wrists behind my back in anticipation of Master securing them. He did efficiently. Then he grabbed my ass. "I really wanted to fuck to tonight. Maybe tomorrow."
I was still hoping tonight wasn't finished. I noticed that in the same drawer where Liz had retrieved the cuffs, there was also a Hitachi Wand. I know understood why Mistress Gwen had made a point to mention it earlier. I assumed the next part of their plan was to tease me with it. But when she asked Dean, in a little girl voice I had not heard before, if she could use it on herself, I realized maybe there wasn't some overarching plan after all. Maybe they had all just been reacting to the situation put forward by Gwen securing my holes before she left.
Dean agreed to her request. Having just spent a huge load, he probably would have agreed to most anything except being pegged. Liz began to search for a plug. Thomas told me to stand and removed my apron. He then told me to sit on the couch. When Liz approached he whispered in her ear. She looked at me and a devious smile formed on her lips. Then she looked at my chastity plate. I assumed she had worn one before, but maybe this was something new Gwen had just bought. Liz didn't waste and time climbing over my legs and pressing the bulbous head of the Hitachi over the chastity belt. It's position over my clit would have been glorious, had the vibrations not been deflected around my most sensitive spot and to the edges of my sex. He did not have the same restriction. Once she had it powerful vibrating head positioned against me, she slid forward and pressed herself against it.
As sensitive as she was from her previous climax, she was soon bucking against me forcing the Hitachi against the hard plate of my chastity belt and then by extension her own pussy. I hoped she would cum quickly because the vibrations were maddening. I knew they would never be direct enough to get me off. Heck, the head was right over my clit, but I only could feel the gentlest kiss of the wand. It was just enough to tease me as Mistress had predicted. Liz was becoming increasingly expressive of the pleasure she was feeling. While holding the wand with one hand, she showed her dexterity by reaching up and feeding me her left nipple. She didn't have to tell me to start sucking. I knew how much we both responded to nipple sucking and I figured if I did well, she would cum quicker and then she would turn off the infuriating wand.
I begged Master Thomas to take off the chastity belt and let me cum. I pledged that I would do anything he desired if he would let me cum. But where is the fun of that if he had given into my desire. Especially since he had already cum himself. My pleas were unanswered, but Liz came soon after I began begging. I like to think my confession of need triggered her own release of desire, but we never talked about it to confirm that. A short time later she and Dean got dressed and I escorted them to the door. It was tough for me to be a good host and open the door since my hands were still cuffed behind me. I was also now bottomless as my apron still sat on the floor next to the couch. I didn't care if anybody was looking. I was beyond that. I needed to cum and if someone off the street burst in because they thought I was in trouble, maybe they could get this damn chastity belt off me. The guy's cum had dried in my hair and on my face and chest. I looked at myself in the hall mirror before returning to the living room. I looked like I was the one who had fucked two guys. That's not to say I didn't like the reflection. The well-used slut look appealed to me. It's just I wish I had been well used instead of what had happened.
Back in the living room Thomas was tidying up. He helped me put my apron back on, although I didn't understand why it was needed. Of course I didn't ask. It wasn't my place to question him. He did remove the cuffs. I watched him place the cuffs and the Hitachi back into the table drawer. He then had me straighten the cushions on the couch. While I was bent over fixing the cushion, he slapped my ass. I held my position and said, "Thank you."
He then proceeded to give me a firm, but loving spanking. I was totally confused by what was happening. I counted out the strokes. Odd strokes on my right butt cheek, evens on the left. Fifty total strokes on each cheek. My ass was on fire and tears now completed the look on my face. My mascara was running undoubtedly and probably my foundation was breaking down as well. Thomas never said this was punishment for anything, but after it was over, he did comment that my ass now matched my thighs. I had been so focused on everything else, I had forgotten that I still felt heat on the backs of my thighs where Gwen had canned me before leaving. That pain had faded and my ass cheeks were now my focus, but I am sure the coloring was similar. Thomas then ran his fingers down the backs of my thighs. It was only then I could tell the cane strokes had raised into actual welts.
Thomas instructed me to sit down. That was easier said than done as I gingerly put my ass on the cool leather sofa. He took his movie out of the blu-ray player and popped in something else. After hitting play he told me Gwen had sent a text and would be home in about 20-25 minutes as she was leaving the club now. He also said he was going to be going to bed. That confused me more as I figured both he and Gwen would finally play with me. But like so many assumptions I made about my new owners, I always seemed to be wrong. I told him I hoped he slept well (actually I was lying because I wanted him to have insomnia until he came back and fucked me) and turn my attention to the screen.
The new movie was very personal as it was me and a recording of my activities in the dungeon. Needless to say, I had to find a way to stimulate myself as I relived my encounters, not including tonight's caning. The only thing I could think to do was to fish my nipples out of the bra and play with them. I could have spanked myself, but my ass hurt too much to do that again. I suppose I could have humped the edge of the table, but that would have been as fruitless as the Hitachi had been. My nipple stimulation wouldn't bring me to orgasm, but at least it was something new and enjoyable. At this point I was basically teasing myself the way Liz had done, but I didn't care. Mistress Gwen had obviously planned my evening as a way to get me desperate for her and I was happy to advance that state. I was pretty sure I would get to the edge by touching, pinching and tugging my nipples. If that meant I was more amenable to whatever other plans she had for me, so much the better, although if her plan was to go to sleep like her husband had, she had better bind me again or I was going to find a way to get off.
The nipple encouragement worked even better than I hoped, that is to say I wasn't focused on the heat from my ass, the stripes on my thighs or the damn chastity belt protecting my naughty bits. Pleasure from my nips flowed through my body along with a bit of pain when I pinched or pulled them. I had to do that to keep from getting too out of control. I had been watching myself on the TV, but the more I toyed with my nipples, the less focused the TV became. I was slumped back into the couch with my feet on the table and my eyes closed when the clearing of a throat brought me back to reality. My Mistress, looking as sexy as when she left but now with a very stern look on her face was staring at me. I didn't hear the garage door open.
"I won't ask what you were doing because I know very well what you are feeling," she said. She then pulled a small key on a chain out of her tiny black purse. "I know this is what you want, but you can't have it just yet."
I'm sure she could see my disappointment. I also vocalized a disgusted huff when she told me to tuck my nipples back into my bra. They were now very sensitive so rubbing against the leather of the bra was going to be similar to my playing with them. Now I just needed to earn that key. I was prepared to go down on Gwen, of course, or even have her add her own hand prints to those left by her husband. That wasn't my first choice given the heat still emanating from my skin, but if that was what it took, so be it. Instead she just ordered me to get her a drink. She wanted a martini. I hurried to the kitchen.
I returned a few minutes later with my familiar tray and an anticipation of flashing her when I bent over to deliver her drink. I found my Mistress still watching me on the TV. I had assumed she had already watched this video. If she had, she was watching it again, this time with her hand under her skirt. Actually I assumed she masturbated the first time she watched it too, but I wasn't complaining.
"You really do photograph well," she told me proudly. "We shall have to borrow a better camera and some lights so we can record your submission with better quality."
I wanted to tell her I thought the quality was fine, but again, I didn't want to cross her or Thomas. I bent over to deliver her glass. She complemented my remembering to always bend at the waist. She also told me that if I played the part of a proper maid for a little while longer, I would be rewarded. That was hardly a problem, although I didn't understand exactly what she meant. Surely she wasn't going to have me clean the house in my current state. I told her I was prepared to do whatever Mistress required. She responded, "That is always the correct answer." She then pulled her fingers out from beneath her dress and had me lick them clean.
Finger two tasted wonderful as my Mistress always did. But finger three has a different flavor. I couldn't put my mind on it, but it tasted different. I looked at my Mistress' eyes as I sucked her digits clean. She stared back at me, but didn't say anything. Just then the doorbell rang.
"Off you go," she commanded me as she pulled her hand back and waved toward the door.
I wasn't surprised that Dean and Liz had come over earlier, but I couldn't imagine whom this might be. I didn't picture one of the other partners coming over this late, plus Gwen was obviously expecting whoever it was. I stood behind the door and paused trying to catch my breath. In fact I took two deep breaths before I reached for the knob. Apparently the person on the other side was impatient because the doorbell rang again. I opened the door and immediately thought the person must have the wrong house. Staring back at me in her own skimpy clubwear was an innocent looking blonde. She couldn't have been more than 21 years old and definitely looked like she had no idea what she was getting herself into. She asked if this was Gwen's house. I said it was. She didn't make a move to walk in, just yet. She was looking at me as if she was appraising whether she wanted to come in at all. In my unkempt and dried cum covered state, I felt extra dirty by her stares. I was one thing to have Dean and Liz see me like this (and contribute to the look) but it was something else to involve a square from outside the scene.
Then I remembered Mistress telling me I had to act like a proper maid for a while. "Miss Gwen (I carefully did not say Mistress in case this innocent was really as green as she seemed) is waiting for you in the living room if you would like to follow me."
The poor girl was obviously struggling with her decision. Finally, she walked through the door and I shut it. Then I locked it. She quickly spun and looked at the lock. I think she was checking out if it was a key lock or a regular deadbolt in case she had to make a hasty retreat. It was a regular deadbolt, in case you were wondering. I think my dungeon is the only room you can get locked in, although there might be other secret rooms I had not discovered yet.
I led her through the hall. I could feel her eyes burning through me as my red ass and striped thighs came into view. I must say the feeling of euphoria I felt from exposing my status to someone I perceived to be outside the scene was intoxicating. When we reached the living room, Gwen stood up as if this situation was completely normal.
"Susan, meet Beth," she exclaimed. I put forward my hand to shake hers. She seemed hesitant. She was probably wondering if I had washed them recently. I had since I washed them before making Mistress' drink, but she didn't know that.
"Beth, what kind of drink can Susan bring you?"
Beth looked confused and after a pause and a few ums, responded that she would have whatever Gwen was having. I didn't picture her as a martini kind of gal, but it wasn't my place to question her decision. I thanked her for her order (trying to play up the formal maid position) and retreated to the safety of the kitchen. God how I wished my pussy was accessible. Beth was a little young for me, but damn she was cute. I didn't understand what Mistress was doing with someone so inexperienced, but she had the face of an angel so I guess that was all that mattered to Gwen.
When I returned with the drink the two of them were talking like old friends. The TV had been paused. To my horror the image was when I had been tied face down and was getting assfucked. I really couldn't imagine what Beth was thinking about me as I bent over once again to deliver the glass. I noticed she focused her gaze of my expansive cleavage (she was at best a b-cup) and I wondered if she could detect the dried cum. Again I felt like a dirty whore on display. A dirty whore that desperately wanted her Mistress to do nasty things to her and make her cum over and over.
I stood at attention before them as I had not been dismissed yet. Beth sipped her drink cautiously. I don't think she was accustomed to something so strong. Gwen finished hers and dismissed me back to the kitchen with the admonition to "Make a pitcher this time."
This time in the kitchen I had to try to rub my pussy against the corner of the table. I was so hot from exposing my true self to this unknowing young girl that I had to try to get off. Of course it didn't work and I hated myself for being so weak to even try something so desperate. I quickly return to my task of making a pitcher full of martinis. They would be a little weaker since I don't think I got the mix quite right, but I doubted it would matter. Gwen was obviously trying to get this girl drunk so she could take advantage of her. It was a good plan. The girl was tiny. Maybe 105 pounds soaking wet. She probably was already feeling the affects of her first drink. I peeked at them before I returned with their drinks. Beth was intently watching Gwen as she talked, but then she would turn her head and look at the TV. Mistress unpaused the video and Beth was greeted with the sounds of my moans as Bruce's friend fucked me.
Tonight had already been interesting and I could see it was going to stay that way. I started walking back with the pitcher on the tray.