How I Got My Name

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How I Got My Name By subKaren92@gmail.com

Editor's Note: The beginning of the story has brief heterosexual content. It is not strictly lesbian. This is necessary for the character development. Feel free to skip it if that offends you.

My name is Karen. I was born in 1992 making me 28 years old as I type this. But the story really started a few years ago. Well, that's not quite true. It started when I went to college but my life took an unexpected twist a couple years ago when I was seduced by my 35 year old neighbor. Julie. You see, my life was decidedly normal until that moment. It's still normal to me. A new normal. Most people might not see it that way, but I can't imagine living any other way anymore.

Growing up, my family life was fine. There were stresses, but nothing unusual. When I got to college I looked forward to being on my own and not having my parents looking over my shoulder. I anticipated experimenting with drugs (ecstasy, alcohol, weed) and sex. I wasn't a party animal in high school and didn't lose my virginity until senior year. I didn't plan to go crazy in college and restricted my partying to Friday and Saturday night. I don't have too many crazy stories from those first two years. Twice, when drunk, my roommate and I went down on each other, but I never considered myself switching sides. As for guys, if we made it to a third date, instead of a goodnight kiss, he got a blowjob. If he managed to make it to six dates, I would fuck him. Few lasted much longer. I didn't find anybody I could picture spending my life with post college.

That changed just before Christmas of my Junior year when I met Tom and we were married just after graduation. He was laser focused on his career and quickly became a senior sales associate for a multinational corporation with which you are familiar. His earnings allowed us to buy a beautiful house. This is how I met Julie. Our house was one to two built by a builder who subsequently went bankrupt. Both were at the end of a road around a cul de sac. I think they were the models. The rest of the small development was designed to be up the road, but the land remained vacant. As a result, our two houses basically had half mile driveways. We had two acre lots, so even between the houses we had privacy. Julie's house had a pool. We had fancier landscaping.

Shortly after moving in, I lost my job. I didn't really lose it. I knew where it was, but management didn't want me doing it anymore. Tom was making enough for me to stay at home, so we decided I would be a homemaker for a while. He travelled way too much (my opinion) for work, frequently leaving Monday morning and not returning until Thursday or Friday. I think he liked being away, but I was lonely. I went to the gym almost every day and there was always something to do around the house and yard, so I kept busy while he was gone.

Julie and I became best friends. She didn't have kids either and also stayed at home. The difference was because she was, to say this delicately, a trophy wife. Her husband had just turned 60. They had been married for ten years. Her husband, Steven, left his first wife for her. I know it sounds cliched, but she had worked with Steven at his company. He travelled almost as much as my Tom. Julie didn't have to worry as much about her house. They had landscapers to keep the outdoors perfect and she had a cleaning woman come in a couple of times per week to keep the inside spotless. Julie had plenty of free time to lounge by her pool and she was a gym rat like me, although we went to different gyms.

When Tom was away, I would frequently spend the afternoons with Julie by her pool working on our tans, going for massages or mani-pedis, shopping or we would go to lunch and sometimes a movie. I know I sound like I'm whining about having a pretty good life, but I still missed having my husband around all the time. It didn't help my emotions that as the years went on, his sexual interest in me began to wane.

When he first started traveling, when he returned, we would make love three or four times over the weekend. That was down to one, five years later and sometimes not even that. I still loved him, but I needed more physical attention. I even considered having an affair. It would be easy enough to hide since Tom was gone so much.

About this time, Julie went through a major change. It wasn't like we didn't discuss sex as we were laying out by the pool, so I knew she had some of the same issues as me when it came to a lack of attention by our spouses. Steve was home more than Tom, but post-60 years old, he needed chemical help to satisfy her. She didn't come out and say it, but I thought she was having an affair. On more than one occasion, I noticed a car I didn't recognize in her driveway, although I never saw it arrive or leave. I didn't want to do a stakeout. That seemed weird. It would arrive shortly after Julie got home from her regular gym time and leave a couple hours later. If we did our usual afternoon gabfest, she would always be in a good mood. It was during one of these sessions that she told me she was going away for a couple of weeks for a spa retreat. I could have used one of those and wondered why she didn't invite me to go with her. When she returned, I understood why.

"Spa retreat" apparently was a euphemism for getting a breast augmentation and then spending the two week recovery time at a nice hotel. To picture Julie, she is a toned, slender woman as you might expect with as much time as she spends in the gym. Before her surgery, her breasts were likely a C-cup in my estimation and they looked well matched for her frame. She was about 5' 5" tall and had brown hair. Well she had brown hair since I'd known her. Now she was a platinum blonde. Her hair was also cropped much shorter than I had seen her before and it was trimmed into a bob. Her hair was a lot like the wig Julia Roberts wore in the beginning of Pretty Woman.

Frankly, she was stunning.

Her new breasts, in my opinion, were a bit too large for her frame, but she was obviously very happy with them. She went up to a DD or E, that she obviously liked showing off as she opened her front door in a shirt exposing her new deep cleavage. The shock of seeing her this way for the first time must have shown on my face. She shook her new chest back and forth while beaming a big smile.

"Don't you just love them?" she asked.

I was uncomfortable staring at her boobs, but I couldn't look away. "Um, they're something," I finally babbled. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "You were beautiful before," I stated.

"I feel so much sexier now," she told me. "Go home and grab your swimsuit. I'll get a bottle of wine and we'll sit out and I'll tell you about what's been going on the last couple of months."

I thought back to two months ago. That was when I thought she might be having an affair. This was a conversation I wanted to have with her. Last weeked Tom had not made love to me so it was going on two weeks since my last orgasm, so living vicariously through Julie's life had a certain appeal. Twenty minutes later I was in my bikini, drinking wine and lounging by the pool. I'd be lying if I didn't confess that I was also sneaking peeks at her new tits as they spilled out of her swimsuit top. Apparently she had not had a change to buy a new suit that fit her. Or perhaps she didn't want to. By the time an hour rolled by, we were into our second bottle. I was feeling no pain and out conversation had definitely crossed over into the sexual realm. Even though Julie had promised to tell me what was happening in her life that led to this drastic change, she had steered the conversation to what was happening in my life and I was soon confessing the secrets of all my problems. Julie seemed distracted as the wine disappeared. Her eyes were closed and she was slowly rubbing her index finger of her right hand over her right breast nipple. I was still talking, but I was also watching and my own nipples began to harden.

Finally I just came out and asked if she was having an affair and if she thought that was the solution to my loneliness. She opened her eyes and looked startled as she looked down at where her hand was located. She quickly moved her hand back to the armrest of her chaise. I felt like saying "Don't stop on my account." Actually I wanted to rub my own nipples. They were begging for attention and are very sensitive.

"Sorry," she said. "My nipples are so sensitive and I can't keep my hands off my girls. I should have done this years ago. Maybe then Steve wouldn't be cheating on me."

"What?" I replied. "Steve is having an affair?"

I found that hard to believe given his age and how he had a hot wife.

"I shouldn't be surprised," Julie responded. "He was cheating with me when we first hooked up. Besides, I upgraded in the bedroom."

"Upgraded?" I asked.

"You did want to know if I was having an affair, didn't you?"

"I did," I replied. "How did you meet him?" I asked, wondering jealousy for myself.

"At the gym," she relied. That made sense. There were always guys trying to pick me up at the gym or trying to be discrete when they watched me.

"His name is James and his pickup method was unique," Julie continued.

"Do tell," I countered.

"It was my weight training day," she began her story, her words slurring slightly from the alcohol. "I had noticed him in the gym before. It's kind of hard to miss him," she said while picking up her phone and then swiping her fingers a few times. She held her phone up so I could see a picture of him. "He's built like a Greek God."

I looked at a picture of a very muscular black man doing a squat lift of probably 400 pounds or more. His muscles rippled and I guessed he was about 6' 2". My mouth began to water and my pussy got moist just looking at him.

"Drool much?" Julie asked, busting me.

"Um, how did you hook up?" I asked.

"As I said, I was lifting. I don't lift to get muscular, but just to keep toned. When I switched to free weights to do a set of bench presses, James came over and asked if I needed a spotter. I didn't have that much weight on the bar, but of course I said yes. He stood behind the bar and put his legs on either side of my head. He pretended not to realize I could look up the leg of his shorts and see his cock, but I'm sure he knew exactly what he was doing. The head of his cock looked delicious and I knew it had to be huge to be positioned that far down his thigh. He smiled when I licked my lips. We both pretended I wasn't staring at it as I did my reps. When I finished I thanked him and sprinted to the locker room to shower and to shamelessly rub myself. When I left the gym, he was waiting for me. With a steely glare, he looked at me intently and escorted me to my car. He didn't say a word. He still had on his gym shorts and I could clearly see the outline of his cock. I couldn't think of anything else. He directed me to the back seat and slid in next to me."

"So he didn't say anything and you just got into the car with him?" I asked incredulously.

"My brain was focused solely on his cock," she admitted. "I didn't even know his name yet."

I was focused entirely on her story as she told me how he pulled his shorts down and told her to start sucking. And how she didn't hesitate. And how he held her head tightly by her hair. I didn't want to admit to her or myself that being in that position would turn me on. A couple of the boys I dated in college held me like that and it always made me soak my panties.

"He is big enough that I could suck the head and stroke the shaft with two hands," Julie confessed to me. "I never knew cocks got that big except in porn movies and I figured those were fake. When he came, he pushed my head down and shot what felt like a gallon of cum into my throat. I gagged and coughed, but he held me firm."

My nipples were hard as rocks listening to her description and I wanted to put my fingers down my bikini bottoms. I was desperate to hear more of her story. Then I wanted to excuse myself to her bathroom and masturbate. "What happened next?" I asked her.

"He told me to clean his cum off his cock," Julie responded. It was the first words he spoke since asking if I wanted him to spot me.

"And did you do that?" I asked. I always hated doing that after I had given head because it felt so dirty.

"Yes," she confessed.

"And then what happened," I pressed her.

"I started rubbing myself through my shorts figuring he would finger me and give me some relief," she said. "But he just pulled up his shorts and opened the car door."

"He just left you there unsatisfied? That bastard," I said.

"Honestly, just sucking his magnificent cock was satisfying in and of itself," she told me. Then with a grin, she told me she had pulled her own shorts down and started rubbing her clit. I pictured her getting herself off in the back seat while her black Adonis was standing next to the car with the door open.

"Almost immediately I was on the edge of cumming," Julie told me. "I've never been ready to cum so quickly. Then he told me tomorrow to park in the back of the lot where we would have more privacy. I had not considered this was more than a crazy one time thing. I exploded; thrashing around in the back seat. I wasn't even back to Earth before he shut the door and was off. I didn't even see what kind of car he drove. I had to sit there 15 minutes catching my breath and calming down before I could drive home. You came over that afternoon and commented that I was glowing."

I remembered that day. It was the first time I thought something looked different with her. My own pussy was silently screaming to me in need. I said, "That's quite a story. I need to use your restroom." Julie looked at me like she knew exactly why I needed some privacy before saying, "Sure, you know where it is." I did, of course, and hurriedly went to the half bath on the main floor.

As soon as the door was shut I untied the straps holding my bikini bottom on and sat down on the toilet while spreading my legs. Julie's story had been my foreplay and as soon as I touched my clit I felt the first faint pangs of an orgasm start to build. It was primal. I had to hold a towel over my mouth to keep from screaming. I hoped Julie wasn't standing outside the door listening because I was sure that I wasn't as quiet as I hoped. It took less than two minutes, a personal record, for me to start climaxing. I held the towel tighter against my mouth. That caused a vision of James holding Julie's head tightly down his shaft and another wave of orgasm to crash over me. The whole event lasted less than five minutes, but I felt spent. Returning back to Julie, still by the pool, she commented that I was glowing. I knew I felt flush. I grabbed my glass of wine as I sat down again and took a big swig. My nipples betrayed my level of excitement as I tried to act if everything was normal. That would prove to be difficult as Julie returned to her story.

"The next day as I was pulling into the parking lot, I remember James telling me to park in the back of the lot. I still didn't know his name or what kind of car he drove to see if he was even there. At first, I parked near the front, where I normally do, but then reparked the last row. I was the only car in that row. I went inside and looked in the free weight room first, but didn't see him. Then I checked both cardio rooms, the weight machine room and the basketball courts. He didn't seem to be anywhere. He had not told me what time he would be there and I was a little later than usual so I hoped I had not missed him. I was heading back to the cardio room (I alternate weight training and cardio) when I happened to glance through the viewing window to the pool deck. He was standing there, apparently fresh from the pool, with his ripped muscles glistening with water droplets. That's just not fair, I mused. How can any woman resist him?

He was talking to a muscular African-American woman who seemed to be hanging on his every word. I wondered if they would end up in the back seat of her car. When he looked up and caught me staring at them, I saw him chuckle. I was probably just another white woman who wanted to worship his cock. He said a few more words to the woman next to him including pointing me out to her, and then walked back toward the locker room. I should have just gone into the cardio room and started my workout. I should have walked away from him as being bad for me. But I waited for him. He appeared about ten minutes later. This time he had on slacks and a polo shirt. The slacks did a better job of hiding his manhood, but my mouth was still watering. Again he didn't say a word. He just put his arm around the small of my back and guided me outside. He apparently remembered what kind of car I drove because he led me right to it. As I unlocked it, he said, You followed directions. That is good." I wasn't sure if I should be proud of myself or worried."

I think my mouth was a bit agape as Julie described the second blowjob she gave this mystery man. I also was thinking about how his cock must have felt. Julie told me that on their third date, still in the car, that after she sucked him for several minutes, he told her to mount him. Still in her car at the back of the parking lot and in broad daylight, she straddled him for the first time. He told her that she should be on top until her "cunt stretched to accommodate him and that he loved wrecking white pussy." Julie told me there was pain like she was a virgin again, but eventually she found the right angle and rhythm to bring herself off three times before he shot his load deep inside her.

"Tomorrow don't come to the gym," he told her. "Come to my place and I'll fuck you properly."

I was watching her chest heaving as she relieved the moment in her mind while she told me her story. "Of course you went, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes, I went," Julie replied. I've been seeing him two or three times per week. We wanted me to get my tits done. He's shared me with his friends and even had me lick the black woman's pussy. Every time he pushed me to do something new, I'd resist and he would tell me to leave. He knew I wasn't ready to give up his cock. I'd threaten, he would call my bluff and I'd end up doing whatever he said.

"It sounds like you're his slave," I said with more than a hint of concern.

"I could leave any time," she replied. "Of course I'd have to give up his cock."

"That's a small price to pay," I rejoined, "For your freedom."

"You've never had a cock like that," she said with a snicker.

I was taken aback and didn't reply.

"How many times have you told me you wish Tom was more forceful in bed? James is that and then some. Once you hook up with a dominant, your world changes. I'm sure he'd like to meet you."

Again I didn't reply, but only because I was thinking about what she said and thinking she was right.

"It's great Karen. There's no need to worry about what will happen. He wanted me to remake myself as a bimbo and I did. You've been staring at my boobs since you got here. You even had to get yourself off because of my story. I can tell you need this in your life."

"Yes your story was exciting," I told her, "but that doesn't mean I'm just going to make myself available whenever a man snaps his fingers. That's not how I roll.

"Fair enough," she agreed. "Want to watch a video I made with James?"

That really wasn't something I wanted to do, but part of me wanted to see him in action too. I sheepishly agreed. We went inside and I sat on the living room couch while she put a DVD in the player.

How can I describe the surreal feeling of watching my best friend rutting like a whore in heat on the biggest cock I had ever seen. She not only was now able to take him fully into her pussy, but about half way up her ass too. The camera was moving too and not just on a tripod so obviously someone else was there. I didn't want to ask for details, but I wondered if she fucked the cameraman too as compensation for him shooting the video. Then again, maybe it was the woman she talked about. I tried not to let the video get to me, but my body betrayed me. Of course my nipples had been hard for hours and poking through my bikini top. But by the end of the 30 minute video, my bottoms were soaked too and I had not even touched myself. James was a stallion. He had been fucking Julie almost the entire time. She had been braying, but he was quiet until he said, "Now." He was fucking her savagly from behind and in a well practiced manuever, she disengaged and dropped off the bed to her knees. James moved in front of her and unloaded a huge load of cum on her face. Julie opened her mouth to catch some, but mostly she looked like a frosted donut when he was finished. The camera zoomed in on her face and she proudly said, "My name is Julie and I'm a black cock slut. I love black cum all over my body." If I had been masturbating, I probably would have cum. As it is, I told her I had to go to the bathroom again.

As I stood up, Julie took my hand. "I want to change out of my bathing suit, so I'll leave you alone to um, relieve yourself. I've got another DVD I think you'll like. Just come with me into the kitchen for a moment first. I have something I want to show you."

I must say I was intrigued by what could be so important that I had to see it now. As soon as Julie went upstairs I was going back into the bathroom even though she suggested I should masturbate on the couch. I followed her into the kitchen. As she neared the counter, I watched as she raised her hands and untied her bikini top. As she turned back toward me, her tiny scraps of fabric falling to the floor she said, "Take a good look. You've been wanting to see them all day."

I had wanted to see them all day, but I was paralysized with fear as she exhibited herself to me. She reached forward with her hands and grabbed both my wrists. I offered no resistance. "Come on, Karen. Touch them. I don't mind," was her response while pulling my hands toward her amazing breasts. As my hands touched her orbs, my fingers reflexively squeezed them and began to rub her nipples.

"That's it baby. I'm probably as wet as you know," she said. "Do you want to lick my nipples?"

I think I was coming out of my state of shock because I recovered enough of my wits to shake my head, "no."

Julie's response was to spin me around and press me against the counter next to the refrigerator. She also lifted my wrists pinning my hands against the upper cabinet. That was when she kissed me for the first time. It was also the first time I kissed a woman since Freshman year and I immediately melted against her. As she kissed me I felt her right hand leave my wrist. I didn't lower my arm right away and soon her left hand was holding both my wrists. I knew I could break away, but I didn't want to. Her right hand slid down my body pulling my bikini bottom string as it went. Gravity did the rest. Unprotected, it was easy for her to confirm my arousal and she commented that I was very pungent. This was humiliating, but also something I knew was true. She easily slid two fingers inside of me and simultaneously began to rub my clit with her thumb. I cursed myself for being so easily manipulated. But I was putty in her hands.

I knew my arousal level was similar to when I masturbated in her bathroom. That meant her manipulation of my pussy would soon cause me to orgasm. She continued to kiss me with a ferocity I had never known from my previous lovers and I was moaning back into her mouth. My pussy was squeezing her fingers. I pulled my head back away from her mouth with a hearty scream as the arrival of my orgasm was emanate. But then her fingers stopped and quickly she pulled them out of me. She switched hands holding my wrists above my head. Her right hand, now slick with my juices, took control of holding me while her left hand moved toward the refrigerator and I heard several pieces of ice descending down their chute. I suppose I should have guessed what was about to happen, but I didn't. At least I didn't until I felt the ice cube pressed against my clit. I screamed again, but not in a good way. My orgasm quest was dashed and I offered no resistance as she spun me around again so I was facing the cabinet this time. Julie switched hands again so her left hand held me in place. You would think after the ice cube I would have broken free. But I was too overwhelmed to move. I heard the drawer on my right open, but I didn't look down. I was emotionally broken, my body in shock from the freezing cube chilling my clit.

She pulled my left arm down and pinned my wrist to the small of my back. I kept my right arm in place without it being held. I didn't understand why. Even when I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs in Julie's right hand ratchetted around my left wrist, I didn't move. Nor when she pulled my right arm down and similarly secured it, I never felt the need to escape. Next Julie untied my bikini top and it felt perfectly natural. Finally she spun me around again to face her. Unfortunately she grabbed two more ice cubes. She held them up so I could see them.

"You have a decision to make Karen," she began. "You may lick my nipples like I asked before or I can hold these ice cubes against yours. Which would you prefer?"

I didn't realize it at the time, but he was giving me a choice to resist her or submit to her. I chose to lick her nipples. In the moment, I didn't realize the consequences of that action. Had I not resisted a few minutes earlier, I could have told myself I was just interested in the results of her surgery. But with my hands cuffed behind my back, I was helpless and my choice was my pain or her pleasure. I leaned forward and gave her right nipple a tentative lick. Then I did the left one. When I started alternating between them and sucking, Julie cooed, "See that's not that bad."

Truthfully it wasn't bad, but the handcuffs were what was turning me on again. Having thought about how Julie felt when James told her what to do, I was now starting to experience that myself. I kind of expected her to push me to my knees to eat her pussy. It had been years since I'd done that, but I figured cunnelingus was like riding a bike and I would remember what to do. Instead she brought me back to the living room and sat me on the couch. Only then did she give my pussy a quick rub.

"Like I said, I need to change," she told me. "I'll put on the next video to amuse you while I'm gone."

I was too stunned to say much. I just watched as she switched disks. As it began, she came back to the couch and opened the drawer of the end table. "I almost forgot," she said as I watched her retrieve a small egg vibrator. She turned it on, but it was not very strong. She then unceremoniously slid it into my pussy. "Don't let the fall out or I will have to punish you," she said with a smile. I could only nod. She then turned and went up the stairs to her bedroom.

The egg was just powerful enough to tease me and I couldn't use my hands to rub myself. She had placed me in a simple, but diabolical situation and all I could do is watch her and James on the screen. She was also tied, although in a much more elaborate fashion with rope over a padded bench. She also had a Hitachi Wand near her pussy supported by a metal rod affixed to a tripod. Her arms and legs were tied tightly to the bench, but her butt and thighs had just enough range of motion that she could rock back and press it against her pussy. But she couldn't hold that position for long. She kind of had to twerk on it to get any stimulation. Oh, and James was spanking her with a leather paddle. Hard. Her ass was bright red and I'm sure it would be bruised. But she was purring like a kitten as I was being tormented and unable to cum.

The next scene had her bound to a wooden cross. This time James was using a riding crop on her breasts and stomach. The same Hitachi had been moved to provide more stimulation, although he didn't let her cum on it. I'd been rooting for her, but her orgasm was delivered after the Hitachi was moved out of the way and the riding crop was snapped repeatedly on her clit. She was struggling, rocking back and forth. At first I thought she was trying to escape, although I didn't see how that was possible. But it turned out she was fighting the need to climax until James said "Cum now slut," and gave her the hardest strike I had seen yet directly on her clit. She exploded on impact. I saw her body tense several times and then her head hung down and she remained motionless for several minutes.

I had never had that intense an orgasm and the stupid egg was just making me want to cum again.

The third scene on the DVD started with Julie bound spread eagle to a bed. She was wearing a leather blindfold. Other than that, she was naked. A group of five men entered the bedroom. Three were black, two were white and all of them were well endowed. There seemed to be two cameras running, but the camera people were never in the shoot. The first guy moved to the head of the bed and fed Julie his cock. She slurped it down to its base. The group didn't seem to be in a hurry. The other guys stood around waiting their turn. When guy #1 was ready to fuck her, a second guy took his position at the head of the bed. But instead of just feeding her his cock, he straddled her head and placed his ass over her mouth. I'd never eaten anyone's ass and it did not look appealing to me, but Julie never complained. The guy she was rimming's cock got hard quickly and he slowly stroked it waiting for the first fucker to be finished. It was then Julie came back down the stairs. I wouldn't say she slipped into something more comfortable, but she looked both dominating and sexy. She had on a black leather corset that caused her breasts to overflow the top. Instead of wearing a bra, the corset had firm cups that forced her tit flesh up and together into an almost single super breast. There was a leather strap between her legs and she also wore thigh high leather boots with a four inch heel. If you looked up dominatrix in the dictionary, you would see her picture as an example.

She was holding a riding crop in her right hand and was tapping it on her left palm. Not hard, mind you, but in a menacing way in an attempt to make me nervous. It did. As she approached, the guy in the video who was fucking her exclaimed that he was going cum. The guy getting his ass eaten swiftly jumped up and got off the bed to avoid the cum rocketing out of the fucker's cock. Fucker had not moved forward, so I didn't see much cum get past Julie's tits. There might have been a few bits that made it to her chin, but with the camera angle, I couldn't tell.

Number two then replaced him and mounted her quickly without a concern for her preparing. As interesting as the video was, Julie's approach was my primary concern. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, but her stern demeanor kept my eyes wanting to drop. That meant I kept staring at her breasts. As she reached me, she put her left hand on my shoulder and gently pushed down. "Kneel," she commanded. She wasn't pushing with enough pressure to force me to my knees. I now realize that was on purpose and she was letting me choose to obey her. I dropped to the floor. I was now staring at her leather covered pussy. I watched with rapt attention as Julie reached between her legs and unsnapped the strap covering her sex. The smell of arousal easily covered the distance between us. I realized it was different from my own scent, but it was intoxicating. My head was moving forward even before Julie wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled me the rest of the way against her pussy. I was right. Eating pussy was like riding a bike and I quickly fell back into pleasuring her with gusto.

My own pleasure was still limited to the teasingly weak bullet vibe, but that was not my concern right then. My only concern was trying to make Julie cum. After a few minutes of my tongue servicing her slit, she released my hair and stepped back. I thought she might be disappointed in my efforts because she had not cum. If she was, she didn't mention it. She just told me to stay in that position and continue to watch the video. I watched as she walked over to the basement stairs and then disappeared. I turned my focus back to the large TV.

Julie's bound gangbang was continuing. My pussy squeezed the egg in sympathy to the pounding she was receiving. I must have missed her getting a facial in the video while I was eating her out in real life because she was now covered in spunk. But that didn't slow her down. I'd never had a threesome, or in this case a sixsome, but in the moment, I wanted a group of guys to ravage me. I could feel my pussy juice dripping down my inner thigh and I was growing more desperate with every passing minute to climax. But I could sense that my relief was still far off. Yet somehow I was OK with that. This was a new experience for me. I felt like I was more in touch with my desire specifically because I couldn't experience the orgasm I craved. I know that sounds weird, but being at Julie's mercy for my pleasure only heightened the sensation. Watching the TV as the third guy (I think) stopped fucking her, stood up, calmly walked to the head of the bed and then unload his cum on her face made me quiver, but still no climax. Julie returned from the basement as the fourth guy mounted her in the video. He had a big dick. She howled with approval.

Julie was carrying a bag with her. She put it on the table next to the couch and took out a dog collar. "This is just a play collar," she informed me. "If you progress to earning my permanent collar, we will have an official ceremony marking your submission to me."

What the fuck? What did that mean? I didn't think now was the time to ask so I let her wrap the collar around my neck and buckle it shut. Much like the handcuffs had done 20 minutes ago, the collar was a constant reminder that Julie was in charge. And I liked it. She then told me to sit on my butt instead of kneeling. For a brief second as I moved, the egg must have slid against my g-spot because I felt a huge surge of pleasure flow through my body. But alas, it was short lived as the egg settled just off my most tender spot. It was back to a slow burn tease.

Worse yet, Julie was holding a black dildo with straps, retrieved from the bag, but it wasn't a strap-on to use on me. The harness was designed to fit over a woman's head. As she affixed it over my chin and mouth, she explained that when we were together, that made it sound like she expected this was not a one afternoon stand, she was always to cum first before I was to get my relief. She then helped me slide to the floor so I was laying down, took her position over my head and lowered herself onto the dildo.

I've sucked my fair share of cock during my life, but I'd never had a woman fuck herself while over my mouth. Every time she came down, my nose would brush against her pussy while her scent was imparted to my olfactory system. As she began to pick up her pace, her moans became louder and more frequent. Then she stopped and spun around so my eyes were focused on my ass and she was facing my body. Then I felt the sting of the riding crop on my thigh.

"Spread those legs, slut," she yelled and I did. She began to tap the crop on my clit. I liked that. Then without warning she would strike with firm force my inner thigh. I didn't like that and it caused me to cry out in pain. She just laughed and continued fucking herself on my face. Slowly as she built herself up to what assumed would be a quality orgasm, the taps on my clit became more forceful. I must have built up a tolerance to the pain from the strikes to my thighs because even though the harder strikes on my clit stung, they also brought me pleasure. Suddenly she stopped using the crop and leaned forward bringing her mouth down to my pussy. We were basically in a 69, but she was still fucking herself instead of having me lick her. She was essentially twerking on the fake cock slamming herself against my head. It was not a good position for me and I worried I would get a headache, but her tongue on my clit made up for it. Finally I was nearing the climax I'd been chasing since she put the egg inside of me. I was confident she was close as well.

About a minute later she raised her head and let go with a primal howl. At the same time, she took her right hand and began rubbing it ferociously back and forth against my clit. Almost instantly my climax followed hers. I'd have to say, she came harder, but mine lasted longer in no small part to her hand continuing to rub me through my climax extending its length. When I finally did calm down, she dismounted my face and unbuckled the dildo. She then slid it into my mouth. "Always properly clean your toys," she told me as I licked her juices off the dildo. It was delicious.

Having finally cum and cleaned my toys, I thought our time was done. But I was wrong. Instead Julie reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out a leash. She then attached it to my collar, removed the handcuffs and told me to get on my hands and knees. While that act was submissive in nature, I already missed the handcuffs. While the collar and leash was kinky, the feeling that I had lost control caused by the cuffs was better.

"When you come to my house," Julie began instructing me, "you will be on your hands and knees unless I tell you otherwise."

"What if your husband is home?" I asked in a pleading tone.

"Situational exceptions will be communicated by me in advance. But there will be no blanket exception for when other people are present. Now follow me."

Julie gave the leash a tug and I scampered behind her. My field of vision was her leather boots and if I looked up, her ass. I didn't look side to side. She first led me around the living room and then around the kitchen. She asked if I was thirsty and I told her I was. I started to sit up and kneel, but she firmly tugged the leash indicating that had been a mistake. Immediately I went back to my all fours position. She dropped the leash and told me to "stay," while she got a bowl out of the cabinet and put some water in it. My mind flashed back to how much my life had changed since I was last in the kitchen less than an hour ago. It was humiliating to drink my water out of the bowl. I didn't lick it, but tried to slurp it. Somehow I thought that was more dignified, but Julie put a stop to that notion by pushing my head down into the bowl with the toe of her boot. I came up looking like someone had sprayed my head with a hose.

She then took control of the leash and led me around the rest of the house. Although I had been through her house many times, the fact that I was crawling gave me a perspective I had not seen before. In the master bedroom, Julie told me I would have to earn the privilege to be in her bed. Going down the stairs was a much bigger challenge than going up them. In the basement she led me around a second family room they had, but she stopped at a door I had never given a second thought to before.

"Behind this door is our mechanicals room," Julie explained. "Behind that is my dungeon with unimaginable pleasure, but also pain if you misbehave. You have to earn your way in there as well."

I assumed she would show me the room, but she didn't. She led me back upstairs.

"Julie, I have to pee," I told her.

She corrected me. "Call me Mistress or Mistress Julie," she said forcefully.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I replied. In retrospect, I couldn't believe how easily I called her Mistress. I didn't even think about it. It just happened naturally and felt correct. "I need to pee, Mistress," I repeated.

"OK," she replied.

I began to stand to walk to the bathroom when she tugged the leash and scolded me, "What do you think you're doing, slave?" I quickly realized my mistake.

Julie tugged the leash again and began walking toward the kitchen. I didn't realize what was happening until she opened the back door. I began to pull back, but a snap of her wrist brought me to heel and follow her outside. The sun was hot on my skin but the grass was cool as she led me into the yard. Although our yards were private, that didn't make me feel any better. My face burned with shame as she told me to "pee here" and stood in front of me to watch. I was ready to end our new relationship, but when I looked up at her for mercy, her body was silhouetted against the sun and that notion disappeared. I spread my legs and leaned forward like so many dogs I had seen urinating.

"Good pet," my new Mistress commented. My shame was instantly transformed to pride. What tricks was my mind playing on me? How could I be proud to be pissing on her lawn? Was the need to submit ingrained in my subconscious and only now coming out?

After I was finished, Julie walked over to the pool deck and sat down in one of the chairs where we had spent so many lazy afternoons chatting. I knew I was not allowed to sit in the other chair. "It's time for you to get a treat for all you've accomplished today," Julie said. I knew that meant I was supposed to eat her pussy. It was the only treat I saw.

I started licking her with vigor, but she told me to slow down and take my time. Julie held the leash taut making sure I stayed on task, although there was no way I was stopping until I made her cum. The pool deck hurt under my knees, but that did not dissuade me. Eventually my slow and steady tongue action began to make Julie squirm and she encouraged me to speed up and also to finger her. I was happy that I could bring her pleasure. Her hips began to rotate as she got closer to her zenith. I pressed my mouth tighter on her pussy and tried not to get bucked off. Eventually she hissed that she was cumming. She grabbed my head and pulled it tighter against her sex than I could do on my own. "Yum!" I thought as she came. When my husband came, I felt like I wasn't really involved. He was just rubbing is cock somewhere until it squirted. But I felt connected with Julie, I mean Mistress, and her pleasure.

I hoped she would reward me with letting me stand and walk back into the house. Actually I hoped my reward was her eating my pussy or at least letting me masturbate. But unsurprisingly, she led me back into the house, my scampering to keep up, and back into the living room. I didn't stop in the kitchen for a drink because I wanted to savor the flavor of her pussy a while longer. She stopped me in front of the couch again. She then switched the DVDs again and knelt down beside me. The video started and I recognized her as the woman bent over and secured to a bench. Another woman, a muscular black woman and possibly the woman from the gym Julie had told me about, entered the frame and gave Julie a firm swat on the ass. As the mystery woman did that, Julie spanked my ass. This was not a playful strike like she had given my pussy with the crop. This was a firm impact that made me yelp. I looked to the TV as Julie was matching the mystery woman spank for spank. Julie seemed to be reliving her spanking by mimicking the event on me. My ass soon heated up. So did my pussy. I'd heard of pleasure through pain, but this was the first time I experienced it. Then the woman on the screen reached between Julie's legs and ran her fingers along her slit. Mistress did the same to me.

They both said, "So my slut likes her ass spanked," as I am sure Julie's pussy had been as wet as mine. She then removed the egg vibrator. My hope was something better would replace it.

The video and my live spanking continued with a varying cadence and intensity mixed with times of pleasurable and teasing finger manipulation until we both were begging to cum. It may have lasted about half an hour before the mystery woman and my Mistress said, "I guess you have earned your relief," and began finger fucking us with quick, firm thrusts. I began to cum within about 15 seconds. But video Julie did not. In fact, I had recovered, meaning at least 45 seconds had passed, before on-screen Julie begged for permission to cum and then whimpered another 30 seconds or so before the mystery woman granted that request. Again her orgasm was spectacular. As we both watched the screen, I felt five quick, sharp spanks against my right cheek. "Submissives must always ask for permission to cum and wait to receive it," Julie snarled.

It wasn't lost on me that Julie said submissives must ask permission and that she had done exactly that on the video. In her house, she was in charge. But wherever these videos were shot, she definitely was not. I made a mental note to ask about that later, but I knew now was not the time. The last time I came I wondered if our encounter was done. This time I was praying it was not. Fortunately I did not have to wait long to find out. Again led by the leash attached to my collar, I crawled up the stairs. My destination was not the master bedroom, but a guest bedroom with only a twin bed. "On your back on the bed," my Mistress commanded and I climbed on as quickly as I could. She didn't say another word as she attached cuffs bolted to the wall to my wrists. She then affixed ankle cuffs which were affixed to the frame of the bed. Within a minute of entering the room, I was bound spread eagled on the bed unable to move.

Julie then went over to a dresser, well more of a toy chest I was to find out, and brought back a vibrator. Although I tried not to display my excitement, I anticipated her fucking me with it. It turns out she has a thing for low speed vibrations meant to tease. First that fucking egg she had put inside of me and now a vibrator I knew could buzz much faster than she chose to set it. Worse, she just leaned it against my pussy so the near worthless buzz just barely grazed my clit. I didn't protest, but I was upset. Then she blindfolded me. "I'll be back soon," she called out. I placed the position of her voice near the door. Then there was period silence until I heard a door (I think it was the back door) open and close.

I was alone, bound to the bed, with my thoughts and a vibrator I knew would not get me off. My thoughts, unsurprisingly, were sexual in nature and went back and forth between what Julie was doing to me now and what James was doing to her in the video. It was clear to me that James was responsible for getting her breasts augmented and changing her hairstyle. I'd always thought Julie looked beautiful, but now she looked kind of like a bimbo. The videos I had watched were before her change. I wondered how long it would take before she shot a new video with her new look. Why was I thinking how hot her tits would look covered in cum?

I couldn't track the time I was alone. My mind was awash in dirty fantasies that before this afternoon I didn't know I had. I thought about getting gangbanged like Julie had and of course, thought about getting split in two by James' massive cock. I'd never dreamed about eating pussy, but now I thought about kneeling in front of a group of women, like a book club perhaps, and being ordered to crawl around the room and service them. My pussy was on fire by the time Julie returned. At least I assumed it was Julie. No words were spoken, but a cool gel I recognized as lube was spread onto my pussy. It must be Julie. No guy would bother with that. Then again Julie would assume I was dripping wet and wouldn't need lube. Sometimes I think too much. I then felt the weight of someone joining me on the bed and then the head of a dildo pressing against my labia. Yes guys, we can tell the difference between a real cock and a dildo instantly. But I digress.

The dildo, obviously a strap-on based on the weight shift of a body above me and then penetrating me in the missionary position, mounted me with confidence. Did it have lube as well or did it slide inside of me so easily just because I was turning into a slut? It was definitely wider and longer than Tom's cock. When it first reached full penetration I think I was in love. I know I mewed.

"James is four inches longer and about an inch and a half wider," Julie's voice informed me. Her voice was clearly over me. That meant she was the person fucking me. There could have been other people watching, but at least the person building a rhythm and taking my strap-on cherry was someone I knew.

I must admit the deeper and wider penetration than my husband could give me made me feel great and soon call outs to my deity and various obscenities lovingly expressed in relationship to Julie filled the air. She reminded me not to cum without permission. As hot as I was, I didn't want to cum too soon. I wanted her to fuck me until I couldn't walk straight. I wanted her to flip me over and do me from behind. Not up my ass mind you. That was off limits to Tom and while I assumed Julie would take that cherry too, I wasn't ready for the size of her invader up my back door. It was more of a request to do me doggie style because I knew that the fake balls on her strap-on would bang into my clit with every firm thrust instead of just hitting my ass like they were doing now. I also could picture myself riding on top of her like she had done to my face in the living room. That would be fun. But clearly if that was in my future, it wasn't now. Julie kept driving into me, the top of the harness rubbing my clit with every thrust. I kept moaning and she kept calling me good girl, slut, whore, tramp and other derogatory terms she was thinking up.

My orgasm was building strongly and soon I was actively trying to think of anything else to delay its arrival. But that proved very difficult. Finally I had to beg for permission to cum. I'd never done that before. Hell, I hardly ever came with Tom. I usually had to finish myself after he fell asleep. And when I masturbated, I usually wasn't concerned with drawing out the experience. But today had taught me that going slower was much better and the eventual orgasm was mind blowing. But I was reaching the end of my ability to hold back. I begged Julie again for permission. Her response shocked me. She stopped thrusting, but kept the dildo buried in my pussy. I then felt the blindfold being removed. Her head was about six inches away from mine and she leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss while the dildo started moving slowly in and out of me. I'm not sure if I was relieved or upset that she was alone. She lifted herself back into a pushup position ready to resume her forceful penetration of me. As she started to build her speed back up, she finally spoke.

"When I said call me Mistress, I meant it," she began. "If you agree to be my submissive, I'll keep fucking you and when you cum it will reenforce you position as my sexual playtoy. You will agree to do anything I say and will only cum when given permission. Your other option is to say stop and I will. You can go home and masturbate again to relieve your needs, but we will never talk about today again. You won't be able to change your mind later if you leave now."

I was not thinking straight since while she gave me my options, she was also building her pace driving me closer to the cliff and the orgasm I craved so much. I had never thought of being submissive to another person, let alone another woman. But I'd never cum so hard as when she spanked and fingered me either. And I certainly was going wild by being bound to her bed and fucked better than I'd ever been in my life. In reality, there wasn't a choice to be made.

"I am your submissive, Mistress," I yelled out. "Please may I cum and cement my place beneath you!!!"

"Slowly count down from 20," she replied. "Then you may cum."

As she said that, she started savagely thrusting into me. I was thrashing about as much as my bondage would allow, which wasn't much, but I was no longer in control of my body, either physically or mentally. I started counting, but apparently I went too fast and she told me to start over more slowly. I groaned in frustration and shook my head from side to side.

It took all my emotional strength to complete the countdown, slow and steady, and without climaxing. When I got to one, Julie smiled down at me and nodded. She then gave me one final barbaric thrust and I erupted. My body couldn't move due to the bondage and the weight of my new Mistress on top of me. But on the inside, fireworks were shooting all through my body as every nerve ending transmitted my orgasm through the core of my being. Mistress was right. I was now bound to her. We were one as she laid on top of me and I became a quivering mess. The world went black. I think I passed out. I don't remember calming down like I usually do after an orgasm. I woke some time later, alone and still on the bed, but no longer bound to it. I was sore. I slowly rolled off the bed and took care to steady myself. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked used. My pussy lips were swollen and red. My hair was matted down by sweat and what little make-up I had on was destroyed. But emotionally I felt a sexual satisfaction I'd never known before. I turned and looked over my shoulder into the mirror to see my butt. It wasn't red. It was purple and bruised. Touching it was painful, but that would serve as a reminder of my service to my new Mistress.

I walked into her bedroom expecting to find her napping. But she was not there. I then walked down the stairs. She was in the living room watching TV. I smiled. I expected her to greet me warmly, but she had a stern look on her face. She pointed to the floor and I realized my mistake. "I'm sorry Mistress. I forgot," I told her as I dropped to my hands and knees.

"I am sure you will earn many punishments as you learn your role as my service pet. But I can let that one slide. Besides, I am sure your ass is sore enough for today."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied.

"You may go home," she told me. "Don't bother putting your swimsuit back on. Just walk home naked like the whore I always knew you could be."

That comment was shocking, but in some other way, high praise.

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied again, not able to think of any other response.

"No touching that slutty pussy the rest of the day. You will be tempted, but it belongs to me now. And don't try to sneak an orgasm by me. I'll know if you did and I will tan your tits to match your ass if you do. The markings on your ass should fade before Tom gets home. I'll make sure your tits show him what happened."

"Of course, Mistress. My pussy is yours," I replied. "When will we play again?"

"I will let you know when I need your services. I may be tonight, it may be tomorrow, it may be next week. But when I call, you will answer and you'll be my good little girl. RIGHT?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Then go. I'll call you when I need you," were her last words. I crawled to the door. Once outside, the only thing I had to worry about was a delivery truck seeing me, but the street was clear. I started to stand up, but then I thought better of it. She had said whenever I was at her house I was to crawl. She didn't specify if that included the front yard. I knew it included the backyard, so I decided to play it safe and crawl until I reached the property line. Then I stood up and sprinted to my backyard and up to my door. I desperately wanted to thrust my fingers into my pussy, but I knew I would get busted. I flopped down on my couch emotionally and physically exhausted. I was drained, but also more alive than I'd ever been before. Although it was only 6pm, I started to drift off to sleep when I heard my phone chirp. There was a message from Julie. It simply said, "Rub that slutty cunt of your slowly, very slowly, until you are ready to cum. Then stop. I know you want to sleep, but touch yourself every hour on the hour until 10. But remember, I'll know if you cum and will be very disappointed."

I was happy to touch myself. I think I was still in the faint afterglow of the amazing climax she had given me. But stopping before I came again would be a diabolical torture. But Mistress owned my pussy now and she controlled how it was used. I spread my legs and started rubbing my clit. It was agonizing having to stop a few minutes later. How was I going to survive doing this four more times tonight? The answer was, not easily. Although part of me found the agony of bringing myself to the edge of ecstasy and then stopping a thrill I had never known. And before you ask, I now know this is a fetish, one that I became intimately familiar with in the next few weeks.

But back to my story...

Tom called about 8:45, his usual time when he travelled. He was back to the hotel from dinner and telling me about his day. I was sitting on the couch naked. My pussy was wet in anticipation of the clock striking 9. I'd been rubbing myself occasionally as well, but always just for a moment to keep myself aroused. Listening to his business dealings was never a fun subject, but it was extra tedious tonight. My mind was not on him. I had to make up a bullshit story when he asked about my day and I was focused more on the minutes ticking away. Just before 9 I lied and said there was a program I wanted to watch that was starting. We said our goodbyes and our I love yous, then hung up. I'm sure starting a few minutes late to my teasing myself would have been OK, but thankfully I was able to start on time in case Julie asked. It didn't take me long to be panting and struggling not to cum. I almost crashed over the edge, but I pulled my hand away from my pussy and slapped myself in the face. It stung, but didn't really kill my arousal. I had to get up and walk around the living room until I calmed down. When I was finally free from my immediate need to cum I thought back to the afternoon and realized I should have had an ice cube handy. I made a mental note to put one in a bowl before my 10pm session.

By 9:50, having edged as instructed at 6, 7, 8 and 9, I was trying to prepare mentally for one final self-torture for the night. I questioned how I would ever sleep. I was wound tighter than a pocket watch. I figured I might last a whole two minutes before I had to stop. Then my phone chirped again. I saw that I received a message from Julie. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Part of me wondered if she was going to order me to edge for a few more hours. But another part of me thought she would reward me and let me cum in ten minutes. It turned out, neither option was the subject.

"Slave Karen," the message began. That didn't sound overly promising. "I left a box at your front door. If you're not naked already, strip before you retrieve it. Then take it up to your home office. Put on what is in the box. Then log into Google and accept the Hangout request you will find from me. Don't disappoint me and don't be late."

Getting naked wasn't a problem. I already was from the hours of teasing. Opening the door didn't thrill me, but as I told you, our road is very private so at the same time I wasn't too worried. I was more concerned with being ready at 10, so I rushed to the door and opened it. I didn't see a box. I looked around and finally saw something on the sidewalk. Julie obviously meant for me to walk out and grab it. I took another look around to confirm I was alone, mostly for my own piece of mind, and sprinted across the large front lawn to the sidewalk. The grass felt cold and damp on my feet. It was not nearly as nice as when I crawled in Julie's backyard under the warmth of the sun. The grass felt slippery too so I slowed down a bit to be safe. Grabbing the box, it felt light and was just a bit larger than a shoe box. I didn't take the time to open it. I simply spun around ready for my sprint to the front door. My boobs were bouncing a bit and my hair was waving as I began my retreat. It was then that Julie stepped out of the shadows in front of my garage. I didn't notice her until the camera flash temporarily blinded me. I stopped and looked at her as I waited to regain my bearings.

"Just a souvenir," she quipped. "Something for your scrapbook. I have a few from when you were tied to the bed as well."

She then looked at her watch. "Four minutes, slut," she reminded me. "You had better hurry."

Fuck. I didn't have a moment to waste. I ran back inside. I hoped she would follow me so I just pushed the door shut without locking it. I didn't wait to see if she was behind me. I sprinted up the stairs and into my husband's home office. I practically tore the box open.

I didn't know what to call the "clothes" I found inside. As I pulled it out of the box to examine, I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be logging into my email so I pressed the power button. While the laptop was booting, I looked more closely at what Julie had given me. It was leather. I understood that right away. But there was no outfit, perse, just a bunch of straps. I spun it around and looked at it from several angles. I figured out that one half was meant to strap twice over my thighs, one side over each leg. I stepped into the contraption, I wasn't going to call it clothes, and then quickly figured out the top was meant to buckle around my neck and the front circled my breasts and buckled around my back. There were two rings that circled my nipples and when I cinched it tightly, it made my nipple pop through the rings. There was also a pair of fuck me black pumps with four inch heels. They fit me perfectly. I realized Julie must have gone through my closet at some point and got my sizes because everything was a perfect fit. She obviously had been planning this for a while. With just seconds to spare I accepted the Hangouts request and almost immediately a video call request appeared. I clicked accept.

Mistress Julie appeared. I expected her to be wearing some kind of fetish outfit like she had this afternoon or like I certainly was right now. But she wasn't. She had on a t-shirt. Disappointing, but I wasn't in charge and this call was for her pleasure I assumed.

"Good girl," she began. "On time and properly dressed." I didn't correct her that I didn't think I was dressed.

"I will ask you questions and direct your actions. You will not orgasm without permission. You may beg to cum, but I will not guarantee you will receive an affirmative response. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Julie," I replied.

"Yes who?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I corrected myself.

"You will be punished for forgetting your place. Don't let it happen again," she scolded me.

"I can't see if you have the shoes on," she continued. "Stand up and show me. Give me a twirl too."

I stood up and backed away from the webcam. During my twirl I realized my ass was completely unprotected. Not that the rest of my body was covered, but I had not thought of that while I was putting on the outfit. I suddenly thought about what it would feel like to be seen wearing this to a party or some kind of fetish club. I didn't consider myself an exhibitionist, but if I was with Julie and she was showing me off to her friends, it didn't seem that outrageous. I'd have to have her collar and leash as well though to show this wasn't my idea. Mistress then asked if I had a dildo.

"I have a vibe," I confessed.

"Go get it," she instructed.

I had been desperate to get fuck for several hours. I joyfully went to my bedroom and retrieved my joy toy. When I returned to my laptop and held it up to the camera, Julie told me to angle the camera down a bit and then sit in my chair with my feet on the desk and my legs spread. Each time I think Julie can't humiliate me more, she finds a way and my pussy starts leaking again.

"Now, how did you do on your task tonight? Did you cum? Remember, I'll know if you lie," she asked.

"I did not orgasm, Mistress," I replied with pride. "I was almost late at 9pm because my husband called, but I got him to hand up just in time.

"Hmm," she said as if she was thinking. "Next time you'll have to masturbate with him on the phone.

Tom and I had done phone sex before when he first started traveling, but it had been a while. Then it hit me she was talking about me masturbating while trying to carry on a regular conversation and not orgasm. That didn't sound as fun.

"Start rubbing your nipples," she commanded me. "Very slowly. Just easy circles with almost no pressure on them."

She knew how sensitive my nipples were and how this would drive me nuts. I got the sense that having me get my vibe was just to torment me when she wouldn't let me use it. As desperate to cum as I was, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that she could make me cum just by rubbing my nipples. I wanted to turn my vibe on high and jam it into my cunt. I knew I was frenzied because I usually don't use that word to describe my pussy, unless I really need to cum. Then I tend to scream, "Fuck that cunt!" while ramming my vibe in and out of myself. I never yelled that with my husband.

I knew I couldn't hide how I was feeling from the camera, even if I managed to keep my voice under control. We discussed the events of the day. Mistress Julie had me describe each event and how I felt in detail. I had to stop teasing my nipples several times. Julie always smirked each time I had to pause. She was loving how easily she put me under her control and how I struggled to obey her. I had to tell her what I was thinking each time I edged and confess that I loved her. I did too. It wasn't a lie. She had opened my eyes to a new life.

Having succeeded in not jamming my fingers into my cunt and not cumming like a common whore, Julie told me to pick up my vibe. She didn't let me turn it on though. Instead I was instructed to slowly slide it inside of me. Again the instruction was "very slowly" and I was not to touch my clit with my free hand. I reacted by covering my mouth with my left hand so she wouldn't hear me moan. Whether she did or not, the video told the story. Any moment I expected her to tell me to fuck myself hard and cum. I should have known by now that wasn't her style. In and out, so slowly the vibe was barely moving. Although there was definitely a physical component to my torment, the mental and emotional element was much stronger. Willfully subjecting myself to the will of someone who was my best friend just 12 hours ago was an endorphin release I could have never imagined.

Mistress Julie would later describe it as having reached sub space. I was no longer a rational thinking individual. I had become sub Karen. My pleasure was entirely dependent on Julie receiving please from my actions. Nothing mattered but my service to her. Even my need to cum had faded, although I knew my body would explode on her command and it would be the best orgasm of my life. I know I said that a couple times already, but it was true. Each time she deemed me worthy of a climax, it was better than the time before. I was in a trance. My eyes were looking at the screen, but they were not focused. She could have walked away from her camera and come into my room and I wouldn't have noticed. Reflexively I started to beg for permission to cum. I wasn't loud and I don't think I even heard my voice, but I knew I was doing it and Julie heard because she reminded me that I had earlier earned a punishment.

"Does that mean I don't get to cum tonight?" I asked with pleading eyes.

"It means you are going to put that vibe down on the desk, go to the kitchen and bring back a wooden spoon," was her reply.

Immediately I pulled the glistening vibe from my cunt. Yes I still called it that. I would do anything for permission to cum right then. I hurried down the stairs as fast as I could in the pumps she gave me. I rifled through two drawers looking for my wooden spoon. I didn't use it often so it had fallen to the bottom of my miscellaneous drawer. I worried that I was taking too long, but I got back to our home office as quickly as I could. I looked into the camera and asked, "How do you want me, Mistress?" I expected her to tell me to bend over the chair and spank myself. My butt was still sore from this afternoon, so I hoped there was another use for the spoon. I'm not sure the alternative was better than a spanking.

"Sit back like you were with your feet on the desk," was the reply. She didn't have to tell me to spread my legs this time. I moved into position.

"Give yourself five hard swats on each of your inner thighs for forgetting to call me Mistress," she commanded. Then she added as an afterthought, "If they are not hard enough, they won't count."

I found that spanking myself at the level she required was difficult. No matter how hard I tried, I seemed to always slow down just before the impact. I gave myself five on my right thigh and then five on my left. Both my inner thighs were wet and I was leaking juice onto the chair.

"No bad," Julie critiqued, "but not hard enough. Try again. This time close your eyes. It might help you not slow down."

The first ten strikes were very firm as far as I thought, but Mistress was displeased so I immediately tried again. Three on the right and two on the left were deemed acceptable. In total it took me 30 attempts to get ten worthy spanks. Mistress then commanded me to move the chair back and get on my knees.

"You've been very good today, my naughty slave slut," she told me. "You may now rub your pussy and squeeze your nipples. I will tell you when to cum. Don't bother asking for permission because you won't get it until I am ready. I want you to look directly in the camera. I want to watch your face. Go."

I'd never wanted anything sexual as much in my life. Immediately I began fiercely rubbing my clit. The fireworks started to fire through my body, but then I realized I had not been given permission to cum, so I stopped.

"I commend your realization, my pet," Mistress told me, "but you don't have permission to stop. Do you need the spoon to remind you?"

"No, Mistress," I replied. "Sorry."

I then began pinching my nipples with both hands and then quickly began rubbing my clit again with my right. I did it slowly though. Fast enough that she could see I was masturbating, but slow enough to hopefully delay the inevitable. I looked directly into the camera. I was looking for any sign on her face that my release was imminent. But there was none. About a minute later came a single word. Faster. I knew my face was expressing the anguish and agony I was feeling. Subconsciously I began to plead with my eyes. She had to know I couldn't hold out much longer. I knew that if I gave in to what my body craved I would be earning a new punishment. Then, by a glorious miracle, my entire being started to float into subspace again. I began to rub myself harder and tug on my nipples. Mistress Julie again went out of focus and I was lost to my need to submit. I was temporarily sated and not on the edge of climaxing, yet I knew I could when Mistress commanded. I was rocking back and forth, not able to control my body in the kneeling position much long, when Mistress finally spoke again.

"Stand up and grab your vibe. Keep looking at the camera and fuck yourself as hard as you can. Rub your clit with your free hand. Count down from 20 and then you may cum."

I jumped up, my equilibrium suddenly restored, and grabbed the vibe. I'd never fucked myself so quickly or forcefully with it before and I rubbed myself with reckless abandon. Yet even as I counted down, slowly because I knew that would please her, I never felt like I would fail. I felt pride as I shamelessly displayed myself over the Internet. I should have questioned, "What kind of woman does this?" but I did not. Sub Karen does this and is about to be rewarded.

When I reached five in the countdown, my body began to quiver. I wasn't a climax, but a precursor. I moaned louder than I ever had in my life. On numbers 4, 3 and 2 I felt like I was having a seizure as my body tensed and contracted causing me to fall against the desk. My legs were no longer supporting me, but I kept hammering myself with the vibe. My left hand stopped rubbing my clit in an effort to catch my fall on the desk, but I kind of bounced off and ended up on my back on the floor as I reached zero and my entire world dissolved into one massive climax that wracked my body for at least a minute. I was screaming in pleasure and rocking side to side. But still I kept fucking myself. I never wanted this feeling to end.

But all good things must come to a conclusion. The waves of orgasms eventually faded, although my body was still quivering and my cunt was clamping down on the vibe. It didn't want to let go. Eventually I heard Mistress Juile's voice again calling to me. I slowly rolled to my knees and pulled myself up to camera level. I'm sure I looked like a fucked out mess. That was becoming a habit with her and I didn't care. She'd given me something I'd needed for a long time and that I would do anything to feel again. It's never a good thing to make those kinds of promises, but that is exactly what I did as I thanked her over and over again.

I was sure she needed to get off after directing my performance. I would have been happy to take care of her after a brief time of recuperation. But she took mercy on me and told me to go to bed. She told me she was going to meet James in the morning, but after she got home, we would get together and talk if she was up to it.

Talking really wasn't what I wanted, but it was a good idea. I needed some time to sort through what happened today and if what she told me about James was true, she wasn't going to be in any condition to fuck. We said goodnight and I shut down the laptop. I kept on the leather outfit, but kicked off the shoes and headed to my bedroom. I had two days until my husband got home to figure out what I was going to do.