Decision Tree

Decision Tree -- Chapter 15 By Tappy McWidestance

I really didn't know what to expect as I returned with the pitcher of martinis. I wasn't even sure of how to properly put it on the table. It would be awkward to bend at the waist and try to set it down, so I opted to hover over the table with my breasts aimed at Beth.

"Could you help me and grab the pitcher, Beth," I asked her sweetly. She still seemed very nervous, but she leaned in and moved the pitcher to the table. As she leaned back, while I was still bent over, I was able to gleam a closer look at her. She was definitely dressed for a dance club. She had on heels, although not too high and a short black dress. As I said, her breasts were on the small side so while the neck of the dress was cut down the front, she wasn't exposing much. She also didn't have on stockings. As she sat back, the dress rode up her thigh. Her legs were toned as if she were a runner. She was tiny. Maybe 5 foot 1 plus a couple inches for the heels, but thin. She looked like you could toss her around. As I said already, her face had an innocent look to it. Her dress was short, but she didn't look sexy because she couldn't sell the look. Attractive yes, but not hot, if that makes sense. If Mistress had gone out with the intention of picking up someone new to play with, this didn't seem like the kind of person she would have picked. But of course, I didn't know anything about her. Maybe she was a hellcat. Maybe she was a transsexual with a huge dick. I don't know why that thought popped into my head. Whatever the reason, Mistress Gwen had brought her home and it was my job to follow her instructions. I stood back up, holding the tray in front of me. Beth refilled her glass from the pitcher. I felt weird just standing there waiting for an instruction. Fortunately Gwen solved that problem and filled me in as to why Beth was there.

"As you can see, Susan, Beth here is innocent to the ways of our lifestyle. But she is interested to learn. She came in to my favorite lesbian club tonight. I had hoped to bring home someone a bit butch to tag team you with because I anticipated what would have happened with my husband. But when I saw Beth, I just couldn't leave her to the sharks. We had a long discussion and wants to see how you serve me. Did I describe our evening accurately, Beth?"

"Yes Gwen," she replied nervously. "I never felt comfortable in high school around boys. After graduating last May, I thought maybe I was a lesbian because whenever I masturbated, I always fantasized about being with older women. (My estimation of her being 21 at the oldest was right, but in reality she was obviously younger) My efforts to explore this side of me were not very successful. I was living at home so I couldn't just bring home a woman and until tonight I was scared to go into a club alone. Last week I moved into a two-bedroom apartment with another friend from school so I figured tonight was the night. It was an eye-opener."

"How so?" my Mistress asked her.

"I figured a gay club would be different from the few dance clubs and sports bars I've gone to. I've had a fake ID for a year and I've used it a few times to get into places. But guys spend all their time hitting on me and not getting to know me. Tonight's club was more of the same, but with women, at least until Gwen bought me a drink and asked me to sit with her. She was very sweet."

I had to interject. "Mistress, may I speak?" I made sure to use the term Mistress because I needed to be sure Beth knew Gwen wasn't always sweet. Gwen replied that I could talk. I thanked her before I asked Beth two questions. First, "How old are you?" and second, "You do know that Gwen is a dominatrix, don't you?"

Beth took a deep breath. "I'm not sure what that means, but she did tell me she likes to be in charge. Is that what you mean? Oh, I'm 18 by the way."

I wanted to check her age because I figured 18 was a hard limit for Gwen. I looked at Gwen trying to decide if I should answer or if she wanted to explain herself. She nodded as if to say, I've got this.

"As we discussed at the club, I am bisexual and yes I do like to take the lead with my lovers," my Mistress began to retell the story. "Beth is unsure of herself. She is not attracted to boys, but has not been with a girl either. I sensed immediately at the club her need for a guiding hand, although I don't know yet how deep her submission runs."

I wondered if Beth had any idea what Gwen talking about her being submissive really meant. Beth seemed to be listening intently as if to check whether Gwen was leaving out any details of their first meeting.

"I could tell the other women at the club we circling around sweet, young Beth. They always do for fresh meat and it isn't often someone so innocent and pure walks through the door. Especially unescorted. They would have torn her up."

Gwen was talking about Beth and not to her. I remember struggling with that the first time it happened to me. Beth was being objectified. I loved when that first happened to me, but my submission runs deep but I couldn't get a read on her. I did notice she drank her second martini much quicker. Gwen continued.

"I've had my conflicts with some of the more aggressive dykes at the club, so I made my move for Beth quickly before things got out of hand. I kissed her hand when I introduced myself and then asked her to join me at my booth. I must have been reassuring because we got along very quickly and soon she was telling me the intimate details of her life. I told her about my wonderful maid that saw to my every desire. She wanted more detail so I showed her some of the footage I have of you on my phone."

That didn't scare Beth away so there obviously is some curiosity.

"I told her that you would do anything I commanded, both to me or anybody else with whom I chose to share you."

Gwen paused. I took that as my opportunity to agree with her. "She is right Beth. I love Mistress Gwen and will do anything she commands. I also serve her husband."

Beth just nodded.

"As I said," Gwen continued. "Beth lacks direction and needs a firm hand to guide her."

I got the impression I was about to have another sister slave in service of Mistress Gwen.

"I told her that you were not allowed to wear panties and that your pussy was always accessible to me. She told me she didn't believe me so I slid my hand under her dress and rubbed her mound. She was shocked, of course, but I told her if I chose to be with her, she would never refuse my fingers. Susan, lift your apron and show that I am right."

Of course I lifted my apron. I wasn't sure if Mistress had forgotten she had locked up my pussy. Beth noticed immediately and commented on the strange belt. Gwen explained.

"I knew my husband was having friends over and I wanted to preserve Susan's virtue for when I got home. This belt prevents her from orgasming. I wanted to be sure she was suitably turned on for me."

"That is never a problem, Mistress," I replied. "You know I am always aroused just being near you."

"That is correct, my pet," Gwen responded to me, although I think the comment was meant more for Beth as a reference to her powers. Gwen then told me to take off the apron and my bra.

"You look a bit disheveled my dear. Why don't you tell Beth about your evening."

I took a moment to compose my thoughts. Obviously Mistress wanted me to tell Beth about how I was submissive, but I'm sure she also wanted me to put a positive spin on it and not dwell on the negatives. You have already read the details in chapter 14, so I'll just give you the highlights. I told Beth in very specific details everything that happened so far today. I told her how I had cooked breakfast for the family and how that was a great pleasure for me. I told her about being in the office and how I wanted to get fucked on my desk. I told her how Mistress had put on the chastity belt and then I turned around to show her the cane marks. Beth questioned about how much that hurt. I didn't lie. I said it did hurt, but it also made me proud to wear my Mistress' mark when I served her husband and his friends. She also asked about my obvious spanking and I told her Gwen's husband did that so my ass would match my thighs. I told her a good spanking can be a huge turn on. I didn't say he gave me about 70 extra swats than needed for his purpose.

Gwen was more interested in what happened between Thomas, Dean, Liz and myself so I described my task of keeping them hard and keeping her pussy wet. I also described my duties cleaning their cocks and licking her pussy clean after her creampie. Beth looked uneasy when I described that task. I say that because she refilled her glass again. With her low weight, she must have been sailing by this point. I then described how Liz used the Hitachi on herself and also to tease me. I confess, it turned me on to describe how the day had progressed. My story finished with me admitting that I liked standing in front of them nearly naked and that I couldn't wait for Mistress to remove the chastity belt and make me cum.

"Susan is only allowed to cum when she gets permission," Gwen clarified to Beth. "There are several people endorsed to do that, but she knows better than to have an unauthorized climax."

"Ever?" Beth asked.

"Ever," Mistress replied. She then addressed me.

"I am sure that belt was a challenge. Did you try to make yourself cum?"

I knew I was busted. I lowered my eyes. I wasn't fit to look at her. "Yes mam," I replied softly. "I humped the corner of the table when I was making the pitcher of martinis. I couldn't help myself."

"Did you climax?"

"No mam," I replied truthfully. "I really wanted to and tried hard to, but I failed." I was almost in tears at my confession.

"You see Beth," Mistress began after pivoting her attention away from me. "A slut has to do what a slut has to do. This belt was a test for Susan. She loves cock and pussy, but I wanted her waiting for my pussy and cock not someone else's. She will be punished for her failure."

"I don't understand," Beth replied. "She was ordered not to cum and she didn't."

"It is true she didn't, by a strict interpretation of her orders, did not disobey," Gwen clarified. "But she did try to flout her standing orders and that is an infraction by itself. Had she succeeded, her punishment would be worse."

"I'm not sure I can handle this," Beth said.

"I understand. That is why I wanted you to meet Susan and see what we do first hand. Slave, go to your room and bring me a crop, nipple clamps, a flogger, a strap-on and lube. You can pick the size of the strap-on."

I was hoping some of the items were for Beth. I turned to leave the room but Gwen called me back. "Take the tray back to the kitchen on your way," she said. Then as almost an afterthought, she added, "Beth, put your panties on the tray."

I have to hand it to my Mistress. This was a brilliant way to thrown Beth off balance and make her decide whether following orders was something she was willing to explore. I was sure the idea of watching Gwen punish me excited her, but that is a far cry from participating. Mistress had said she already had her fingers under Beth's skirt at the club. That is a big step too. But pulling your panties off would be tough for her, especially if they were soaked with her juices. I anticipated that they were as her nipples had been stretching the front of her dress ever since I began my recap of the day. Gwen wasn't calling on her to participate, per say, but certainly you don't pull off your panties if you think you are leaving soon. I watched Beth drain the remnants of her third martini, take a deep breath and stand up.

I expected her to be wearing some frilly panties. You don't go to a lesbian club unless you think your underwear may be seen. She didn't disappoint. She pulled down a black, lace thong and slipped it over her feet. She held onto it for a few second as if trying to decide if she really wanted to do this and then dropped it on the platter. I turned to leave again, not sure where I was going to put the panties, but Gwen stood up blocking my path. She took the thong and slid it over my head positioning the panel over my nose. As I anticipated, they were wet and her arousal scent was pungent. I took a deep breath. Gwen told me to hurry up and slapped my ass as I passed her. I jumped a bit, mostly out of surprise. It as more of a love tap, although Beth wouldn't know the difference yet. I heard Gwen tell Beth, "Ok, here's the deal..." as I left the room.

I put the tray away and then hurried to my dungeon room. I desperately needed Gwen to remove the belt and play with me. I was worried her plan was to introduce Beth to the joys of lesbian submission and make me watch much like her husband had done earlier. That was not acceptable to me. I found the items she requested and hurried back to the living room. I was relieved to see them still talking. I was more relieved to see Gwen was holding the key to my chastity belt. She had me place the items she requested on the table. She also opened the drawer and pulled the cuffs and Hitachi out. I wondered if Beth's nose was sensitive enough to smell Liz's pussy. I could swear I could, but maybe that was just my memory flashing back. Of course, my own sense of smell was undoubtedly hindered by Beth's thong still over my head. But I digress.

Gwen told me to take off Beth's thong and had it back to her. "You can put that back on if you decide to leave," she told her. "As long as you are in this house, they remain off."

I knew that meant Gwen intended that she put them on after she walked outside, although I doubt Beth caught the reference. I was glad to see her nod that she accepted the simple condition of her staying. She also poured herself another drink. She must have been very nervous, a condition Gwen was also monitoring.

"Beth, I will make it very simple for you. I know you want me to make love to you. But I don't do that. I fuck people. And the only way I fuck women is if they agree to do exactly what I say when I say it."

Beth was nodding, although she didn't respond directly.

"I also don't fuck drunks. I understand why you are nervous. It took courage to walk into the club but being on your fourth martini here and the two wines you had earlier means you are not of sound mind to agree to my terms. I can't trust that if you pledge yourself to me, you understand the ramifications."

She looked very disappointed. I had the impression she was getting drunk so she wouldn't be responsible for what happened. I could see Gwen's side of the argument too. She didn't need to waste time on somebody who wasn't really into what she offered.

"You are not safe to drive back to your apartment so I expect you to stay the night," Gwen informed her using her Mistress tone. I liked that tone. It always made me want to obey. Beth nodded and said, "Yes mam. Thank you."

That was a good sign as far as I was concerned. I had been worried she would walk out in protest. She must be pretty drunk and I didn't want her driving either. But mostly I was feeling selfish that Gwen might make her lick my pussy as a reward for being in chastity so long. I also had worried that Gwen would play with her instead of me. But that seemed like it was off the table now so things were looking up. Beth's tone and choice of words was also subservient. I just hope she stayed that way when she sobered up.

"You may touch yourself if you want," Gwen instructed her. "But you are not to touch me."

I picked up on Gwen not telling Beth she couldn't touch me. I didn't know if that was on purpose or was just an oversight. Gwen now waved me over and had me stand in front of Beth. She was twirling the chain on the chastity key on her finger.

"Susan has been dreaming of me taking off her chastity belt for hours," she said. She was talking to Beth, but also confirming that she knew exactly what I was feeling.

"She has to earn her orgasms. She had performed very well tonight. My husband gave her glowing marks, as well as a glowing ass. And speaking of her ass, it's going to get fucked soon. She's also going to be flogged for her attempt to masturbate. I want you to watch both the pleasure and pain she receives. I want you to think about the complex emotions of a Dom/sub relationship. I know you crave structure and I can give it to you. But I will not force myself on you. Tomorrow when you sober up, you will get a chance to decide if you want to agree to my terms. I don't require a commitment. It can be a one-night stand and then you can decide if this lifestyle is for you, but I require a sober choice to give me a few hours at least. You may be shocked at what you see, but remember that Susan has made the same choice I am asking you to make. This is 100% consensual and if you make it to the end of the session, you will see her receive great pleasure."

I like the sound of receiving great pleasure part. But I wondered what else I might have to endure to get to that point. Then again, just a simple flogging would probably be considered extreme to Beth and I bet she has never seen a woman fuck another woman's ass. The idea of performing in front of her was actually exciting. It was different being seen by somebody in the lifestyle. They wouldn't question why you are doing what you are doing. Would Beth wonder why she should allow another woman to fuck her with a strap-on? Or why I would let Gwen beat me? In truth, I didn't really care about any of that. I need to cum whether that meant getting ass fucked, fingering myself or even rutting on the edge of the table like a complete whore. None of that mattered right now beyond my need for sexual release.

Gwen told me to spread my legs a bit. I didn't see how that would help her unhook the belt, but as I was standing with my pussy at eye height to Beth sitting on the couch, I didn't question her. The process was reversed from putting the belt on. That meant my ass strap came off first. I had become so in tune with it splitting my cheeks and peeling it out actually made my asshole feel lonely. I made a mental note to ask Mistress to plug me first next time and maybe even send me to the office that way. As she pulled the strap through my legs, the front panel pussy protector shifted positions and grazed my clit. It was just for a moment, but it was a very pleasurable moment.

"Keep watching," Gwen commanded Beth. I didn't think the young girl could help herself. She was probably about to see her first pussy (other than her own) up close and personal. And it was going to be a very aroused pussy at that. Taking the side straps off wasn't a challenge and Mistress soon had my pussy exposed. She didn't tell me to move however, and she didn't tell Beth to stop looking either. We both held our positions. Gwen reached around me and pulled my labia apart from both sides.

"Nobody has touched her pussy in hours and look how wet and swollen it is. Imagine your pussy this way. I bet your vibe and fingers don't do this for you." Beth was still focused on my cunt and didn't respond. Then she reached for her glass. Gwen intercepted her hand grabbing it with her left hand holding it tightly. "You can have more booze in a moment," she told her. "First, stick out two fingers."

Beth held her hand out and pushed forward her index and middle finger. Gwen was still holding her wrist and raised it to a level even with my pussy. Then, with her right hand, she gabbed my ass. I couldn't believe it when she started applying pressure to my ass to indicate I should slide my pussy onto Beth's fingers. I guess my assessment that Gwen wouldn't play with a drunk but it was OK for me, might have been correct. Needless to say, in my hyper aroused state, feeling two fingers slide into my pussy caused a throaty moan. Gwen held Beth's wrist tightly but gave a little tug on my ass indicating I should rock backwards. In all, she let me ride Beth's fingers ten times before she had me dismount and step backwards. I watched in awe (I didn't know how she thought of this) as she pulled Beth's wrist to her head. "Suck and taste a real woman," she commanded Beth. And Beth obeyed. "She tastes different from your vibe, doesn't it?" she questioned. Beth was too busy sucking her own finger to respond. I wanted to hear her say it, but I really wanted to feel her fingers inside of me again. Alas Gwen let go of Beth's wrist and stood up.

"That taste was free. If you want to compare it to yourself, go right ahead. Finger your pussy to your heart's content. I have some unfinished business with Susan." I liked the sound of that. The first thing my Mistress had me do was to help her undress. She explained to Beth that sometime she liked to stay in character and sometimes she liked to be naked. It depended on what the purpose of the session was going to be. I took it to mean that she wanted more pleasure from this session and maybe show Beth a slightly less extreme method of play. Beside, there would be plenty of time this weekend for more intense session later. Gwen had me take care of her beautiful dress and instructed me to go hang it up in her closet. I was worried about waking Thomas, but he was just lying in bed watching TV. I asked him if he would be joining us later. He said no, that tonight was Gwen's show. He did wave me over to the bed and pinched my left nipple firmly. "I'll have some of this tomorrow," he told me. I smiled at him and walked back toward the living room.

Gwen was lounging back on the couch with her legs spread and was lazily rubbing her clit. Her pussy looked so inviting. I hoped that she would order me to eat her. She told Beth that the Mistress was always to cum first, unless that was not part of her plan. Beth questioned the logic that a Mistress may choose not to cum.

"A true dominant, whether it is a man or woman, is in complete control of their emotions. You are never to assume you know better than your dominant. I may choose not to cum simply to display my level of control. Susan is desperate to cum right now. I could get her off in under a minute if I chose. She knows it too, don't you slut?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"Likewise I could have her lick my pussy for half an hour just to show her how superior I am. I can see the hunger in your eyes, Beth. You want to touch yourself right now, but you are afraid we will think less of you or that we will see how easy it is to make you climax. Subs are always the same."

Gwen then looked at me and pointed toward her pussy. I understood what that meant. I dropped to me knees and buried my face between her thighs.

"Susan was a novice when we first met. She's getting better at satisfying a pussy, but she needs more practice. A lot more practice. She has enthusiasm, but needs a little more craft." She then changed her tone and scolded me, "She also needs to remember to hold her arms behind her back."

I wish I could have seen Beth's reaction because she remained silent. But it had to affect her. She was completely inexperienced and probably thought there was not many details about how to eat out a woman. I imagine it hurt her self-confidence. Most guys will tell you that even a bad blowjob is pretty good. I had always assumed cunt licking was the same. But I knew better now. I also knew that Gwen preferred me only to use my mouth. I had not made any motion to finger her, but I'm sure she didn't want me to sneak a hand to my own pussy, so I quickly crossed my wrists behind my back.

Gwen did not seem to respond positively to my ministrations. I didn't know if it was because I was doing something wrong or if she was just trying to demonstrate her level of control. Whatever the reason, she dispassionately let me lick her for about ten minutes. Actually it was pretty annoying. She could have given me some feedback. A pat on the head. Calling me good girl. Even just a quiet moan would have been nice. But she said nothing.

Well that's not quite true. She did tell Beth some of the finer points on how to eat pussy in case she made the decision to give it a try in the future. I had been doing all of the thinks she said she liked, but from her lack of responses, Beth must have thought I was terrible. If she did think that, Gwen's next action probably cemented her opinion of my skills.

Gwen told me to get "your worthless ass up," and had me stand. She also stood up. Although we are roughly the same size (other than her much larger and imposing breasts) I always felt physically inferior. She stared at me. Then with her right eye (the one away from Beth) she winked. Then she reached out with her right hand and grabbed the back of my head. I anticipated that she would pull me back to my knees and her pussy, but instead she roughly pushed three fingers of her left hand into my overheated front hole. Her thumb found my clit. Almost immediately my legs began to buckle and I began to moan.

"As you can see Beth, my sub sluts have very little control over their basic sexual function. They need to be treated this way and they get off on it."

After hours with no pleasurable contact on my pussy, her finger fuck felt fantastic and within 30 seconds I began to beg for permission to cum.

"Not yet pet," my Mistress replied. "Beth, listen to how she begs. Her body wants to cum more than anything, but she has been trained to resist until given permission."

Gwen had stopped drilling me with her fingers but continued to rub my clit slowly with her thumb. I started to hump her hand.

"Shhh, slow down pet," she cooed. "Don't fuck my hand. Breath deeply."

She then pulled my head close to her and whispered, "You are doing wonderfully. Don't cum yet. You will be rewarded."

Beth couldn't hear what she said. I wasn't thrilled with being held back from my climax, but I knew it wasn't my decision. I tried to stop humping Gwen's hand and she stopped rubbing my clit. As my breathing slowed, she pulled her fingers out of my pussy. I expected her to have Beth lick them clean, but she gave me the privilege of tasting my own juice.

"The sub is responsible for cleaning all toys and in this case, my fingers. She may do that with her mouth or depending on what the toy is or where it has been, a more thorough method is needed."

"Do you mean if it has been in the sub's ass?" Beth asked.

"Yes," Gwen replied. "Slave Susan is in great need to orgasm, so I am going to cuff her wrists to prevent her from touching herself. It's not that I don't trust her to disobey me and masturbate, but being cuffed helps her mentally since she physically will not be able to touch her cunt."

I was amazed that my Mistress had just verbalized what I had thought earlier. Aside from loving the feeling of restraint and losing control of my actions, it would be easier for me to obey my directive not to cum yet. Without my hands or their help, I would have had to hump the table again. While I didn't mind showing my submissive side to Beth, I hoped Mistress would not degrade me to that level. Or maybe I did. My mind was consumed with Gwen superiority and my desire to please her.

I retrieved the cuffs from the drawer. I saw Beth's eyes get wide when she saw the Hitachi. I bet she had read about them but never used one. I had a vision of her cute face contorted in expressions of pleasure the likes she had never known. But that would have to wait. I handed the cuffs to Gwen and turned around so she could cuff me.

"The cuffs can be very liberating," Gwen exclaimed to Beth. "I usually cuff her ankles too. That way I can secure her to a bed or to the wall or ceiling when I punish her. You want to be careful that your sub doesn't have too much freedom of movement when you are whipping her or she might flinch and you could hit the wrong spot. Impact play is an art form because you can do serious damage if you don't know what you are doing. But done correctly, it releases a variety of endorphins that enhances your sexual response like you have never known. Think of a runner's high, but for sex."

I could tell from her expression that Beth was questioning what Gwen was telling her, but she also seemed curious. Then Gwen told me to get over her lap and sat down on the couch. Without the aid of my hands, it was always a bit of a struggle to get in the right position. From experience I knew to position my clit over my spanker's knee. I might not have my hands, but if I did it right, I could orgasm from the spanking. That is if Gwen didn't notice what I was doing. Of course if I was successful I would earn another punishment, but that seemed like a good trade. I'm sure you realize that Gwen would not let me get away with that so easily.

After the first few swats and a little grind initiated by me on her knee, Gwen exclaimed to Beth, "Look how this naughty girl positioned herself." I knew I was busted. Gwen took ahold of my hair and pulled my head up. "We can't give Beth the idea that sneaking an orgasm during your punishment is acceptable, can we?" I didn't answer right away so she gave me a harder spank. "Well?" she asked.

"No Mistress," I replied. "It was wrong for me to try to take my own pleasure."

"That's twice today," she reminded me. "I will have to break you of that habit."

While the words were firm, instead of spanking me again, she put her hand between my legs. I mewed when she touched my pussy.

"You see Beth, this tramp knows her satisfaction comes through me one way or another. Whether it is grinding her clit on me while I spank her or whether it is trying to force her pussy onto my fingers like she is doing now, eventually, her pleasure is my responsibility. Unfortunately, even though she knows this, she has tested me twice and that has to stop. In a way it's your lucky day. I wasn't planning on showing you this, but you get a bonus."

That didn't sound favorable to me. When she told me to go to the medicine cabinet in her bathroom and retrieve the tube of Ben Gay, I was nervous. At least she unclipped the cuffs from each other so I could use my hands. I found the ointment easy enough and made a quick scan of the ingredients. When I read Menthol, I knew why she picked it. I wasn't pleased. I remembered my experience with the ginger root. Menthol was reputed to be milder, but I still wasn't excited about it. I was very docile as I returned it to her hoping she had changed her mind. When she cuffed me again I knew she had not. She had me lay down on the table on my back. With my arms behind me this was uncomfortable, but I wasn't about to complain. She then picked up the riding crop.

Since her spanking had been light, I expected her cropping to follow suit and for the most part it did. She did give me a few solid snaps, the kind I would expect if she was really punishing me and not just putting on a show for her innocent pickup. She cropped my thighs, belly and even the soles of my feet. Having my feet struck was new, but the strikes against my thighs and belly were loud, but relatively soft. There was a sting that caused me to flinch involuntarily, but they were basically play love taps. Although I am sure Beth didn't know that. From her perspective I was probably being beaten mercilessly.

Once I was warmed up, Gwen moved on to tapping the crop against my nipples mixed with a strike at random times. These were about the same forces, but of course they stung much more and in a much more pleasurable way. She then worked on my clit the same way. Silly me, I thought she was giving me some hidden pleasure. But what she was really doing was to engorge my nipples and clit making them extra sensitive. She then squeezed some Ben Gay onto her finger and rubbed a generous amount on both my nipples and my clit. She then squeezed more onto her finger and spread it around the outside of my asshole, although thankfully she didn't push any inside. Then she sat back on the couch.

"Ginger root carved into the shape of a butt plug is the most effective way to light a slave's ass on fire if she has disobeyed you. But this works in a pinch. The engorgement from the cropping will break the skin in micro channels allowing the menthol to penetrate more easily. It acts as an irritant heating up her clit and nips. You can't wash it away. You just have to wait until it wears off about a half hour from now."

"And does it hurt?" Beth asked.

"Yes and no," Gwen replied. "To a normal person, it's pretty painful. To someone who gets off on a bit of pain, it is a stimulant. If I had not bound her again, she would be grabbing her clit and rubbing it furiously once the affect takes hold."

I knew Gwen was 100% on the mark. My pussy was beginning to pulse as the heat spread through my body. I started to roll slightly back and forth on the table, unable to stimulate myself the way my body really craved.

"If you so much as touched her clit right now, she would explode," Gwen said proudly. "But I think we'll make her wait just a little longer."

Gwen's plan was diabolical, at least as far as I was concerned. Once the menthol had taken hold, she took the Hitachi and plugged it in. I knew it wasn't for me as there would be little chance of me surviving it for even a moment. I knew it was for her. I knew I had done a good job eating her pussy and she couldn't wait forever to enjoy her own climax. What I didn't know was she was going to continue to use my torment to bring her over the edge.

With Beth having a front row view, she sat on the edge of the couch and turned the Hitachi on low. Beth wouldn't know this, but that meant she wanted to make this last at least a little while. She then picked up the crop again. With the Hitachi held in her left hand and pressed firmly against her pussy, she began to strike me with her right. The snaps of the crop still were not too hard, but she concentrated on the side of my breasts and edges of my labia. Close to my clit and nips, but not on them. I considered rolling slightly mid stroke so she would "accidently" hit my clit, but I had already been caught twice in similar infractions and, as bad as the menthol was, it could be much worse. Plus my Mistress was pleasuring herself and I didn't want to ruin that by distracting her.

Beth now looked fascinated. After a few minutes Gwen turned the Hitachi on high. I knew that meant her orgasm was near. I could only hope after she came she would take mercy on my and allow me to cum. She now cropped me harder and I loved it. Though the strikes were painful, they allowed me to scream away some of my frustration from not cumming. Movements later Gwen jumped up and straddled my head. I'd like to say we had a wonderful 69 both cumming together, but that would be a lie. Plus your Mistress rarely eats your pussy. Nope, much like Liz, she took her pleasure grinding herself on my face and over my mouth. Again, like with Liz, I did my best to make her happy during this act, but it was clear that she was taking her pleasure from rubbing herself on my face and not from my mouth or tongue. Still, she got herself off, so who was I to complain. At least I was part of it. Actually I was more than part of it since I had been up close and personal with Mistresses beautiful pussy. Beth even commented that she had not seen anything like it. Certainly, I thought, now would be my turn. And it was. But of course, Gwen couldn't just touch my clit with the Hitachi and be done with me. She had to give Beth one more show. Not that I complained in the least.

Since she had me retrieve the strap-on, I should have expected she planned to use it. Given how badly I wanted to fuck Thomas and Dean earlier, I was more than ready when Gwen unhooked my wrists and told me to help her strap-on her cock. I was also very willing to drop to my knees and blow her while Beth took a close-up view. Normally this act would be more to humiliate me or to lube the weapon, but again Gwen turned it into a teaching lesson since Beth was naïve to oral sex. I didn't care. I just pretended it was one of the guys at the office and slurped away. When Gwen told me to get on my hands and knees on the table and to face Beth, I knew my salvation was at hand. I felt the head of the dildo brush my pussy lips. Then Mistress just pushed in about an inch and held it there.

"I could fuck her like this and she would cum almost immediately," she confided in Beth. But I want her to remember this for a long time. Hand me that lube."

I certainly did not need lubrication if she was going to fuck my pussy. I just as certainly didn't care if he wanted to fuck my ass. I'm guessing she wanted to show Beth that anal sex could be even better than vaginal for an open minded woman due to having more nerve ending up your backside. I knew I was going to explode quickly either way so I did my best to relax when she began to grease me up. Mistress was generous with the lube. A sub always appreciates that. As she eased the dildo up my ass, she took her time and let me stretch to accommodate her. I also appreciated that. When she was about half way, she pulled back and gave me a couple of slow strokes going deeper each time. Beth's mouth was open with amazement. Finally she was all the way home. I could feel my orgasm building quickly with each movement of her cock inside of me. I only prayed she didn't take this moment to prove to Beth that I could control my orgasm like she could. I knew I would fail that test. She gave me a couple thrusts. As you would expect, I moaned. I tried to keep focused on Beth's face as if to tell her than she could experience this if she chose to submit. I don't know if she got that message, but being so nasty in front of her was very arousing.

"I'll be generous and let you cum in a moment my naughty pet. I'm going to start pounding you (Why did she need to telegraph that? Just do it already.) and when I do, if you can count down from 25 before you cum, I'll give you the rest of the night off. If you cum quicker, I'm going to take you to the dungeon and give you a whipping you really won't forget."

"Yes Mistress," I replied. "Thank you Mistress. Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad."

I found it interesting that she had basically given me a way to chose to be whipped harder than the play impact we had done earlier. Certainly a whipping I wouldn't forget didn't fit with how she had been shielding Beth from the more intense activities we enjoyed. Did she want me to fail as an excuse to show her what real impact was like? Or was she just messing with me knowing holding back once she started really fucking my ass would be sweet torture. I wasn't sure, but honestly, I was getting tired and wanted to cum. Once I did, I would be ready to crash for the night. Maybe she could whip me tomorrow, I theorized, when we both would enjoy it more away from Beth's eagle eyes. I decided to at least try to hold back long enough to earn my reward.

Mistress slid her faux cock back into me slowly another time. Since I anticipated her to start hammering me, it was sweet agony indeed to get the slow sensation turning on my nerve endings. She knew what she was doing, of course, and a couple of slow, long strokes would make it tougher for me to hold back during the countdown. Then, as if she absentmindedly forgot although I am sure it was part of her plan all along, she asked Beth to grab the Ben Gay. Faster than I could say, "Wait! No! What the fuck?" she coated the dildo and rammed it back into me. Then she began jackhammering me.

First off, the Ben Gay didn't mean a thing in the moment. I knew ten or fifteen minutes from now when the post-orgasmic glow was wearing off, I was going to feel it. But her savage assault meant everything to me. I don't think anybody had ever fucked me so hard and that includes in the bathroom of the costume party. I tried to count her strokes, but I knew I missed a few. I would have to pause and try to catch my place meaning she got in three or four additional strokes a couple of times. By the time I reached one, she probably had given me 35 or 40. On the thrust after I had reached one, I exploded.

Later I would take pride in surviving until I had permission, but the joy was short lived because the menthol began to heat my ass from the inside. My orgasm was intense, but so was the post fuck pain and pulsations. Gwen had generously buried her cock to the hilt when I began to go off and held it there while I quivered on the table. I lost focus on Beth. I'm sure she watched every detail, but my eyes were glossed over as rivers of pleasure flowed through my body. It seemed like I came forever. But eventually I felt Gwen pull out. She slapped my ass once for good measure.

"And that Beth, is how you fuck a slave and make her cum." I was also a way to make a sub's ass gape. Mistress made sure Beth realized that too. There was a lot more that went into my carnal display than Beth knew, but it was a pretty effective closing technique for luring someone into the lifestyle. Even if she was drunk.

"Susan, clean the toys before you go to bed," my Mistress commanded. "Beth, I still don't want you driving tonight. Susan will be happy to share her bed with you. It's a king so you will have plenty of room. We'll talk in the morning."

With that curt dismissal, Gwen headed toward the bedroom. Beth looked at me with longing. I could tell she had anticipated exploring her lesbian fantasies that night and things had not turned out quite like she planned. But I also figured in the long run, Mistress was right to force her to be sober before she committed to a trial submission. I cleaned off the strap-on and Hitachi and put the toys back in the drawer. I also took off my cuffs, although Beth looked like she wanted to try them on. She looked sad when I shut the drawer. I told her to follow me and lead her to the back yard. If she was surprised I walked outside naked, she didn't show it.

In the pool house I showed her where the bathroom was located and we both took care of business. She was taking longer and after I flushed I got real quiet. I think she was masturbating but she was trying not to let me find out. I didn't care. I'm sure she needed her own release. I told her about going through the door for the pool mechanicals and told her I would meet her in the bedroom. I was careful not to call it a dungeon. I left her alone with her fingers. I didn't think it would take her long to climax and I wanted to prepare the bed.

As I pulled back the cover and sheet, I spied my phone on the nightstand. For some reason, I picked it up. There was a text from Gwen. It was pretty simple and direct. "I don't fuck drunk chicks, but if you want to take advantage of her, you have my blessing."

Well that was an interesting twist. I knew Beth had some submissive blood in her. I knew watching Gwen and I had turned her on enough to be jilling off in a stranger's bathroom. I'm sure I could get her to at least feast on my pussy and probably much more. But I felt weird taking advantage of her alcohol-fueled state. A few minutes later she appeared at the door. She looked lost looking around the room at all the apparatus as if she shouldn't walk through the door.

"This room can be intimidating to the novice," I said trying to comfort her. "But it has been a long day and night for me and I'm ready to hit the pillow." I walked over to her and took her hand. It was cold from washing it. I gently pulled to get her moving and then led her to the bed. She looked at me quickly removing her dress and tossing it on the floor. She then jumped into bed and grabbed the covers shielding her body from view. The old joke guys would tell about how good a woman's dress would look balled up on their bedroom floor certainly rang true. I didn't get a great look at her body, but it certainly looked flawless. Part of me wanted to ravage her. I knew I could do it and the way she stripped made me think she wanted that. But Gwen had awoken my conscious on the matter. I walked back to the light switch and turned out the light. I then made my way back to the bed and slid in next to her.

"Did you like what you saw tonight?" I asked her.

"It was interesting," she replied in a non-committal way.

"My ass is on fire right now, just so you know. Did you just masturbate in the bathroom?" I asked.

There was silence for several moments and then a soft, "Yes."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of," I told her. "We all do it and I hoped you would have been turned on by what you saw." I made sure not to use the word show. I didn't want her to think this was some kind of special performance instead of our lifestyle. I rolled over on my side and put my arm over her and gave her a hug.

"Do you want me to touch you?" I whispered in her ear. Again she paused.

"I'm not sure," she finally replied.

"Well," I told her. "I'm not going to force myself on you. I bet you want me to play with this dripping pussy (I moved my hand down to verify her condition after I said it) but you have to be able to ask nicely. Maybe in the morning you will be ready. I can wait."

Those were the last words I said to her. At some point during the night I woke up and found myself spooning her. My left arm was under her next and holding her right breast and my right arm was around her torso. She was holding my hand and my fingers were touching her kitty cat. I wasn't playing with her I was just holding her. I felt good about that and soon fell back asleep. When I woke in the morning, she was gone. I stretched as it was customary for me to sleep in on Saturday morning, but then I remember my standing order to cook breakfast so I took a quick shower and found a maid's outfit I had not worn before and quickly dressed.

As I walked toward the house, I wondered if Beth would be there or if we had scared her off. I also wondered what adventures were in store for me for the rest of the weekend. The affect of the menthol had long worn off, but my ass now felt empty and in need of another cock. I just hoped I didn't have to wait as long this time.

Characters Susan -- Attorney John -- Husband/bartender Dean -- IT Consultant Liz -- Receiptionist, sub to Dean Tony -- Partner in the firm (Steve, Jeff, Thomas) James -- Online Dom Akio -- Asian lawyer Steve and Tony Mike -- other lawyer considered for partner Thomas -- Founding partner Gwen -- His wife Bruce -- Thomas' son Beth -- Club pickup and new receptionist