Moms New Boyfriend

Author's Note: This is a story of a young girl who learns to embrace her submissive nature and bisexuality. There is a little incest on the side, group sex, exhibition and seduction along the way. Feedback is always welcome and I do take reader's requests for scene ideas and work in reader fetishes whenever I can. My goal is to get you off. Also if you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please make a contribution to keep the site up and running. Web hosting costs money and this site could use your help. So sit back, take your pants off and enjoy.

Mom's New Boyfriend By Tappy McWidestance

My name is Brittney. I am 19 and your average California teenager. I was raised on the beaches near LA, was into sports (and boys) and ended up going to UCLA on a swimming scholarship. That made my mom, Cathy (43 years old), very happy. She is a casting agent and divorced my father six years ago. While she is involved in the film industry and makes enough for us to live comfortably, we are by no means rich and not having to pay for college was a big plus for her.

My dad left us when I was 13 to hook up with some young blonde girl who seemed thrilled to be with an older (by 20 years) guy. I don't know why he really left. My mom was, and still is, beautiful, but maybe after 15 years of marriage they didn't click any more. Divorce was certainly the norm in our social circle and I don't think it really affected me that much. I didn't turn to drugs, alcohol or sex to dull the pain. I was already competitively swimming and that plus school took all my time.

My mom didn't start dating right away after dad left. She worked a lot and went to the gym at least 5 days a week. In LA age is no excuse for growing old. I was left primarily on my own. I wasn't a troublemaker and I guess she trusted me. She dated occasionally, but really didn't talk too much about the guys she saw. In retrospect she must have been getting her sexual needs tended to, but at least until I was in college I never really noticed. Sure I could tell when her attitude got a little bitchy that she (as my best friend described) "needed to get laid" but we didn't really talk about it.

As for me I lost my virginity my senior year in high school. I had dated the guy for a while and I admit it was more because of the peer pressure of being the last virgin in my group that I let him fuck me. My friends always told me the first time was not satisfying and they were right. I hoped it was just because he didn't know what he was doing and hoped things would get better. We broke up soon after. My next boyfriend pressured me on our second date to suck his cock. Again I am weak when it comes to peer pressure. He was good looking and told me he other girlfriend all gave him head so I did too. That was he first time I tasted cum.

My girlfriends and I had discussed that previously as well. They had mixed feelings on the subject as to enjoying the taste. I can't say I loved it, but it wasn't too bad. I did find that he was very happy after blowing his load and that made me feel good. A blowjob quickly became the end of date ritual for our meetings. He wasn't pressuring me to fuck him, which seemed weird, but my friends said that was good because then I couldn't get pregnant. And besides, "he'll never get you off as good as your fingers." I knew they were talking about masturbation, but I'd never actually done that. I played along agreeing with them.

I'm sure you know where the story goes from here. I didn't want them finding out I had never had an orgasm (or masturbated for that matter) so I quickly dispatched both problems. Damn, I thought. Why hadn't I done this earlier, I mused as I lay panting on my bed after my first cum. No I didn't become a nymphomaniac if that is what you're thinking. The end of my senior year was spent dating, partying, sucking cock and making myself cum quietly in my bedroom hoping my mom didn't hear me. Like I said, a pretty standard upbringing.

My Freshman year at UCLA brought a dorm room and roommate (even though my mom's house was just off campus the dorm was free with my scholarship and I wanted the full college experience). My roommate was a nice girl, although she seemed a bit lost in the big city. She was from Utah and wanted to major in film. I didn't have much time to worry about her. The swim team took 4 hours a day. Between that and attending classes and studying I had little time for socializing. That was OK with me for a while, but soon I needed to have my "happy finger time."

I carefully waited until my roommate was asleep and then slowly and quietly would finger my clit until I came. I found it exhilarating to be doing that while she slept just 10 feet away. I also found that going slower than I was used to caused me to tease myself and really let the orgasm build. This was new to me and I liked it. The hard part now was being silent. That too became part of the thrill. I wanted to moan and shout in ecstasy, but I couldn't.

This is how my first semester went. During Christmas break I hooked up with my friend who liked me sucking his cock so much. I convinced him to fuck me, but as I expected it wasn't that great. I fingered myself as soon as I got home. That was much better. It was during break that mom mentioned she had been dating a guy she met at the gym. As I had learned more about my sexual needs I was happy for her to have a guy to take care of her. If she met him at the gym he was probably in good shape. She wouldn't give me many details (his name was Peter and he was 46 but that was it) but she was definitely in a good mood so we know what that means.

Just after school was back in session is where our story takes a major detour. It was a Friday night like so many others. Swim practice was over and we didn't have a meet this week. I had two whole days to relax and hopefully find a good guy to hook up with at a party. About 6pm, however, I started to feel really sick. The last thing I wanted was to spend the weekend sick in the dorm so I figured I would go home. At least my mom could take care of me if I was stuck in bed. I went out to the parking lot and of course, my car would not start. Today was going from bad to worse. Apparently I had left the lights on last night.

Luckily one of my friends happened to arrive at that moment. She didn't have jumper cables but agreed to give me a ride home. Lacking a better option I grabbed some laundry I needed to do and headed out. My mom wasn't home when I got there which wasn't a big surprise. I was still feeling sick so I headed to my room, stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped under the covers. Then I remembered I brought laundry. Dang it. I got up and went down the two flights of stairs to the basement. I started my load and then trudged back upstairs to my room and back into bed. I must have fell asleep because I woke when I head the garage door opening. It was dark out. I looked at the clock and it said 1:30am. That seemed out of place for my mom, but so be it. I peaked out the window and saw a car in the driveway with a man standing next to it. This must be the mysterious Peter I presumed. I saw my mom walk out of the garage. She was staggering a bit and obviously a little drunk.

I remember thinking she shouldn't have been driving. I'd have to talk to her about that. Then I watched as she threw her arms around him and began to kiss him passionately. Instinctively I backed away from the window, although I continued to peak around the edge of my blinds. His arms were wrapped around her waist holding her up. I was shocked when she took her left hand and grabbed his right wrist. She then guided his hand under her short skirt. It was as if she was masturbating herself using his hand in the open view of our driveway. Was this really my mom I was watching?

After about 30 seconds or so she pulled his hand back out from under her skirt and began to suck his index finger. Damn, I thought, mom is definitely more sexual that I thought. She then turned and pulled him toward the garage. I heard the door begin to close. I peeked out of the window again and he was not in his car and he was not leaving. I began to panic a bit. I realized my car wasn't there and I had not called my mom. There was no way for her to know I was here. I couldn't just walk out of my room. We lived in a Cape Cod and our bedrooms were adjacent to each other. I had a pretty good idea what my mom had planned for him and I wasn't about to spoil that. I lay back down on my bed and pulled my blanket over my head.

As I said my life (and our story) took a detour that night. Although it took them about 10 minutes to come upstairs to mom's bedroom I didn't take me near that long to realize my panties were soaking wet after watching them on the driveway. In fact my fingers were already dancing over my clit before I heard her bedroom door open. I was doing my best silent masturbation technique. My mom was not so worried about being heard. I'd never heard her say a dirty word before but I did that night.

Sound travels pretty well between our walls. It travels even better when you crack your door open and your mom didn't bother closing hers because you were supposed to be at school. Between an endless chorus of "fuck me harder" and "make me your whore" which I wouldn't believe came out of my mom's mouth if you paid me, and four really good orgasms I experienced on my fingers, I realized that she was cumming while he fucked her. No only that, she was cumming hard and often.

Obviously this had not been the experience I had with the few boys I let inside of me All of a sudden juices flooded my pussy and I had the single best orgasm I ever had. I was shaking as climax after climax shattered my young, inexperienced body as I sat on the floor with my head peaking out of my bedroom door.

Peter was a champion fucker I decided. He kept up with my mom longer than I could believe. Every so often they would quiet down for a couple of minutes and then the expletives would start again. I wasn't sure what was happening during those quiet times but once I did hear him say "That's right baby. Suck that cock like the slut you were born to be." After that I had a pretty good idea what was going on. The thought that he was fucking her and then would have enough control to stop and have her suck him for a minute or two before continuing his conquest of her body had me trembling. The guys I had been with her lucky to make 10 strokes in my pussy before they squirted in the condom. Peter seemed to be in complete control. I wondered if he has a son.

I was getting worn out just listening to them and masturbating when I heard my mom yell out "You know what I want. Do it!"

Needless to say this grabbed my attention. I had been leaning against the wall next to my door, but now I crawled as quietly as I could toward her room. I knew I was taking a huge risk since her door was open. If the floorboard so much as creaked they might think somebody was breaking into the house. I got about half way there before I heard a slap. I was horrified. Why did he just hit her? Then I heard my mom moan.

Another slap, another moan echoed down the hallway. "I'll get this ass nice and red for you, baby," I heard Peter say. My mom cooed. I'd never heard her coo before. Obviously he was spanking her and she loved it. After a few more spanks her cooing had switched to throaty moans and he declared, "Your juices are really flowing now, baby. Are you ready to be my doggie?"

I wish I could have seen what was going on. My imagination gave me a good picture, but I wanted to be sure. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) my instinct not to get caught kept me from crawling all the way to mom's door. When a squeal of pleasure and the sound of fucking resumed I could picture my mom on her hands and knees while Peter took her from behind. Every so often a spank would occur again. It was always followed by a primal sound of pleasure.

"Bark like a dog for me!" I heard Peter exclaim.

WTF?!? I thought. But then I heard my mom start barking. This was getting bizarre. He was spanking her and ordering her to bark while he fucked her from behind and she was doing it. I could never look at my mom the same way again. How could she let him do that to her? Then I realized my hand was in my panties again and my mind was once again transported to admiration for his ability to make a woman come during the physical act of love. OK, the act of lust. He wasn't making love to my mom. He was fucking her. It was primal. It was animalistic. And I wanted it for myself.

I stayed in my crawling position on my hands and knees in the short hallway between out bedroom doors. I was leaning on my left forearm with my head resting on it. My ass was high in the air with my right hand busy diddling my clit. I'd already cum several times listening to them but I was intent on cumming at least once more. I opened my mouth and bit down on my arm trying to stifle a wail of pleasure. In my mind Peter was behind me instead of in my mom. He must have a big dick I imagined to be giving her that much pleasure. Will I be able to take it?

I switched from rubbing my clit to pushing two fingers into my dripping pussy. I rocked back and forth on the floor to a pretend rhythm of Peter taking me. I was lost in my own world. My juices were running down my thighs, as my panties were saturated and unable to contain them. I must have look like a complete slut writhing on the floor. My peak was coming fast. I could feel my orgasm building like a freight train gathering momentum. I wanted to hold out. I knew they would be climaxing soon. Well I knew my mom would cum based on her continuing screams of ecstasy. I couldn't believe he had not cum yet.

I tried to wait so we could have a simultaneous climax. I really thought my mom was about to go off, but then she asked, "Do I have permission to cum?" I heard him say "No, not yet," and then he spanked her twice. That did it for me. My orgasm crashed through my brain and washed over my body. I collapsed to the floor in convulsions. My fingers resumed rubbing my clit drawing the climax out as long as I could. My body shook and shook as my orgasm, once it took hold, would not let go. Later I would try to analyze why hearing my mom ask permission to cum would trigger that response in me. But at that moment no rational thought was possible. I was hyperventilating and began rolling from side to side. I was still conscious about not making any noise, but that was the only part of me that was in control.

Finally my body began to calm down. My breathing had slowed to a pant. My face and chest were flushed. My nipples were harder than they had ever been and my pussy was pulsating. Then I heard my mom ask again if she could cum. This time her voice had a much greater sense of urgency. She begged him for permission to cum.

"Give me your hands," he said. Again I wished I could see her exact position, but it was clear from the sounds emanating from the bedroom that he was really giving it to her hard and fast.

I don't know how my mom held off until he said "Now." But she did. I was still lying in the hall in a puddle of my juices when she started to cum. I imagined she was consumed much like I had been. "That's it baby. Milk my cock with your pussy. Squeeze it," I heard him encourage her. Her moans did not abate. This was getting surreal. Could she really be cumming that hard and that long? Any of my friends who thought my mom needed to get laid certainly could not have expected her to get this quality encounter.

My own orgasm had finally quelled but I had no energy to make it back to my room. My mom was babbling something about Peter being "The greatest," and then I heard a pleading "No," from the bedroom. My warped mind immediately knew he had pulled out but was mom upset that her pussy was empty or had be pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Given all I'd learned about my mom that night, anal sex was hardly out of bounds. When I heard him say "On your knees," I knew it wasn't the latter. Then I heard him moan.

I have not seen a lot of porno, but I knew what "On your knees," followed by a moan meant. I guess he was human after all and eventually needed to cum. I tried to guess how much cum he must have sprayed on my mom based on the number of times he groaned. It was hardly scientific, but my mind was so focused on what was happening in her bedroom that's what I thought about.

"You look like a glazed donut," I heard him say. What a bastard I thought. It's bad enough you gave her a facial but don't mock her with it. "Thanks Sir," I heard mom reply. "I love your cum."

What?!? She likes it? There was so much I didn't know about my mom.

"Go to sleep now baby," he told her in a soothing voice. "Let it dry on your face and I'll call you tomorrow."

I didn't hear another sound from my mom. I was clear he had fucked all the energy out of her. She'd probably sleep until noon. I began to relax thinking I would probably sleep until noon as well. My breathing was getting back to normal although my multiple orgasms had my strength zapped. Then in a panic I recognized I was still lying in the hallway in my underwear with my hand in my panties. What was the cause of my realization? Standing above me looking down at me was a very handsome man. He was wearing pants and a shirt and carrying a pair of leather dress shoes.

He looked at me and I looked at him but neither of us spoke. It was pretty obvious what I had been doing and of course he knew what he had done to my mother. Then he surprised me. Instead of walking past me or going to tell my mother, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He dropped them pulling a pair of boxer shorts with them.

There wasn't much light available, just the glow of the hallway nightlight illuminated him, but I could see his cock still glistening with my mother's juices. It wasn't hard any more. It just hung there at about half-staff. But it was calling me. It had an almost hypnotic power over me the way it just dangled in front of me. I couldn't resist the control it had over my mind. It had just given so much pleasure to my mom and in an indirect way me that I had to give it some pleasure in return.

I got up on my knees and crawled to him. He still didn't speak and I asked no questions as I took him into my mouth.

At first it didn't stir. Given the fucking he just gave my mom I guess it was too much to expect him to get hard right away. But the tasteÉ oh the taste. I admit I've licked my own fingers after I masturbate so I wasn't totally ignorant to the flavor of a satisfied pussy. But my mom's flavor was strong. Maybe that was because I was cleaning it off his cock or maybe I was just sensitive in my post orgasmic state, but he cock was unlike any I had sucked before. Maybe licked would be a better term. I dutifully licked clean every inch of his potent weapon.

As I did the blood began to rush back to his manhood and it started to grow. I soon realized why he was so able to pleasure a woman and why my mom was so enthusiastic about having him in her bed. It soon filled my mouth and it was still growing. I had to grab the base with my hand just to hold on. I now began giving him a proper blowjob like I had done with so many of my male friends. Still his cock continued to swell.

He wrapped my hair around his hand and began to control my motions. Then is other hand joined the first. My hands were on the base of his amazing cock while I nibbled on the tip. Soon I felt him pull my head and he began to slowly thrust his cock deep into my mouth. As I began to relax his strokes lengthened and his cockhead hit the entrance to my throat. I tried to relax. If I choked I knew my mom would wake up and catch me.

Peter was not taking no for an answer, even though I never tried to say the word. Even if I had he would not have been able to hear it. He tilted my head back and pushed. The tip of his cock tickled my throat at first and suddenly I took his entire length. He held my head still against his crotch. I was in no position to resist his strength or desires. My pussy was on fire again. I reached down and began playing with myself until a fresh wave of panic washed over me when I realized I couldn't breath. I'd so enjoyed the feeling of his cock I'd forgotten it was cutting off my air supply.

Peter immediately sensed my discomfort and began easing his wondrous tool out of my mouth. A string of saliva briefly floated in the air between his cock and my mouth as he released my head and pulled back. I leaned forward wanting more. He gave me a stern look and wagged his finger at me.

"Not just yet eager little one," he scolded me.

I sat back on my haunches waiting. I didn't know what else to do. I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smart phone. He then pointed at me and then pointed at his cock.

As I leaned forward, my mouth open ready to take him in again, I heard the electronic click of a picture being taken. I stopped and looked up. He just smiled. I know I had a look of displeasure on my face, but he didn't care. With his left hand he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head forward. I'd like to say I resisted, but I didn't. Soon his cock was down my throat again and my lips were against his public hair. Click went his phone. He now had evidence of how big his cock is and how I am able to take the whole length. I felt sick and started to cough. I heard my mom stir. I looked up with pleading eyes. He smiled again. Damn him. Slowly he pulled his cock back out of my mouth. I took a big gulp of air as soon as I could. He let go of my hair.

"Get me your cell phone," he said authoritatively.

I stood up and went into my room. I had to turn the light on to find it. I hope that didn't wake my mom. I returned to the hallway and handed him the phone. He had put his cock back in his pants, although his bulge was clearly visible. I assumed he wanted me to make him cum. Why did he put it away? He had control of his emotions far beyond any of the boys I'd ever been with.

He started typing on my phone. Apparently he was sending himself a text message. I heard his phone buzz, thankfully on vibrate mode. He handed me my phone back.

He then took his phone and sent me the pictures of me sucking his dick. The first one showed my face looking with great anticipation. I looked at it and wondered how long it would take for him to send it around the Internet. The second picture wasn't so good. It was when I was more pissed off after realizing he was taking a picture and it showed. Of course my look of consternation could also be from having my mouth and throat full of hard cock. When I looked up from my phone he smiled again.

"Your mom is cooking dinner for me tomorrow. You should attend. No doubt she will want a repeat performance of tonight but will be concerned you are here. I'll text you more instructions."

And with that he turned and left. I went back into my room, turned out the light, fell on the bed and started masturbating again.

When I woke it was light again. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30. I stretched; feeling tired, and then remembered what had happened the night before. Suddenly I was wide-awake. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had worn yesterday. I peeked out of my bedroom door to see if there was any evidence that my mom was up yet. Her door was seemingly in the same open position from last night so I assumed she was still passed out. I didn't bother with going to the bathroom. I just snuck down the stairs and quietly out the back door.

My walk back to campus was a couple of miles but I didn't care. I had managed not to get caught. My mind began to wander back to the events of the last 8 hours. Peter had left little room for doubt that he expected me to join him and my mother for dinner tonight. Was he going to show her the picture of me sucking his cock and somehow convince us to have a three way with him? No, even with what I now know about her I don't see her going for that. Maybe he just expected me to suck him again and clean her juices from his cock. That seemed logical, but I didn't think I wanted to be used like that again. He'd have to at least let me drink his cum. Why did I just think that? I needed to get more out of him than that. I wanted him to fuck me like he fucked my mom. I knew that. But I didn't want my mom to know. Could we really get away with that? If she passed out again and he and I were in the basement it might work. But could I be quiet enough if he pounded me like he did her last night? All the options were going through my head all the way back to campus. I didn't even realize how wet I'd become thinking about him until I took my clothes off in preparation of a shower. My panties were saturated again. Maybe it's not such a good idea for me to go there tonight. Maybe I can convince him just to take me out alone.

After my shower I put on shorts and a T-shirt and did some homework. I also called a friend of mine who was into cars and he came over with a battery charger. We pulled the battery and brought it into my dorm room. He setup the charger and told me he would be back in a couple of hours. By noon my homework was done, the car was running but I still had not received any texts from Peter. I was starting to get worried that I'd done something wrong, but then my phone beeped.

"I'm going to your mom's about 3. We're going to hang out by the pool and then cook steaks on the grill. I want you to join us unannounced. Don't tell your mom about last night. When I talked to her it was obvious she doesn't know."

I read the text several times. The smart play would be to ignore him. But that wasn't going to happen. I could always use the excuse that I needed to do laundry. "Shit laundry," I remembered. I'd put clothes in the wash machine last night and forgot them this morning. I hope mom didn't find them. I started to get very nervous. Then I started to try and figure out how to look like I'd never met Peter.

I decided a simple plan was the best. Doing laundry was good because I could get my clothes from last night without raising suspicion. And if my mom had found my clothes already I'd be busted early and this game would be over. I also grabbed one of my more modest two-piece bikinis. On swim team I always wore a one-piece in practice and a tech suit in competition, but being a California girl I had plenty of bikinis to choose from for going to the beach and attracting guys. My mom would be suspicious if I wore one of my "hunting" suits to her house. It wouldn't be weird for me to lie out while doing laundry so the modest approach would be best. I also grabbed a semi-transparent wrap to wear since that would tease Peter a bit without looking out of place. I decided to wait until about 4pm to head over. I wanted Peter to wonder if I was going to show up.

My nerves were not going away. Unfortunately my roommate was in the room studying so I couldn't masturbate away my concerns. I was trying to look normal to her as well. It was a stressful afternoon. Finally at 3:45 I announced I was heading home to do laundry and headed out.

Pulling up I noticed Pete's car in the driveway. It was a Jaguar convertible. I had not recognized the model last night. Summoning up my courage, I took a deep breath and went in through the garage. I think I startled my mom who was in the kitchen. She must have heard the garage door open and close but she seemed focused on mixing up a pitcher of margaritas and didn't hear me until I dropped my laundry basket and said hi.

I told you that my mom is still very attractive for her age. I know she wears fairly revealing workout clothes at the gym and likes to dress sexy for social occasions. What I wasn't expecting was the tiny thong bikini she was wearing along with a pair of 3" heels standing in the kitchen. She obviously was showing herself off for Peter. She also looked very disappointed that I had crashed her two-person party.

I asked innocently "Who owns the Jag," and didn't comment on her choice of swimwear trying to pretend nothing out of the ordinary what happening.

"Oh that's my friend Peter's," she replied. "We're going to grill tonight."

"OK, I'll try to stay out of your way. I was just going to do laundry," I said

Just then Peter came through the back door. Other than his penis I really had not gotten a good look at him last night. He really was quite handsome with a firm chest and strong arms and shoulders.

"Who is this?" he asked my mom.

"Oh," she replied. "This is Brittney. My daughter. She goes to UCLA."

He came over a shook my hand very gentlemanly like.

"Nice to meet you Brittney. My name is Peter." He then looked back toward my mom. "But I can't believe you are old enough to have a daughter in college."

My mom laughed. "I told you how old I was when I met you at the gym and you told me I looked 29."

Peter asked if I was going to join them for dinner. I declined saying I was just there to do laundry but he pushed to include me. My mom didn't seem happy but she finally invited me to join them. He then suggested I hang out by the pool with them. I said I would change after starting the first load. Mom and Peter then grabbed the drinks and headed back outside. I had to stead myself against the door jam. I was a nervous wreck. I bet my mom knew the whole story. She probably saw the pictures too. What had I gotten myself into?

I went downstairs and started my laundry. Fortunately my load from last night was right where I'd left it and appeared undisturbed. I then went up to my bedroom to change. I took off my clothes. My nipples were hard and my pussy was starting to get wet with anticipation. I had to admit, Peter's game was exciting. The danger of getting caught was a turn on. Then I noticed a jewelry box sitting on my dresser. It definitely had not been there this morning.

Nervously I picked it up. He must have snuck it in here somehow. I opened it up. There was a simple note that said "For you. Wear them now."

I looked at the contents of the box. There were two silver balls that looked like large ball bearings. I wasn't sure what they were and was confused by how I would wear them. Fortunately a quick search on the Internet brought the answer that they were Ben Wa balls and are meant to be inserted into the vagina. The intensity of the game was about to pick up.

I felt like my choice of a modest swimsuit was out of place after seeing how my mother was dressed. She obviously was showing off her body for him. I didn't bring any shoes with heels so with my wrap covering my suit and flip-flops on my feet I looked like I was not showing off. By the time I made it to the back door, however, the gentle rubbing of the balls inside my now very wet pussy was driving me crazy. I wondered if my mom was wearing a pair too? Maybe she was trying to pretend not to be turned on because I was there. Maybe she was as desperate to have Peter's cock as I was and it was driving her crazy. I slowly walked out to the pool; each step turning me on more and more.

When I reached the pool my mom and Peter were reclining on chaises next to each other. A third chaise was about 15 feet to his right and facing them. I put my towel there and jumped into the pool. When I surfaced I looked at them sitting next to each other, sipping their drinks in a perfectly normal way. My guts were churning, though. I swam a couple of quick laps just trying to get my mind off my arousal and then got out and walked over to my chaise. I spread out the towel and sat down. I didn't want to look at them, but I noticed more than once Peter was stealing glances at me. When I twisted my body just a bit I could spread my legs giving him a look at my bikini bottom. I'm sure he knew I would be using his gift and the effect it was having on me. But they continued chatting without involving me.

My mind was left to wander sexy thoughts about last night until my mom brought me out of my daze and starting talking about the swim team. Peter as it turned out had a 20 year old daughter at UCLA. We talked about swimming and college life for a while until their pitcher was empty. Mom got up to mix more and asked me to help her. As I walked by Peter I could feel his eyes on me. I couldn't walk as slowly as I would have liked and kept up with my mom which meant the balls were dancing inside of me. It was both an exhilarating and maddening feeling. I contemplated going back to my room to get myself off.

Once inside I was expecting my mom to be mad with me but inside she asked my opinion about Peter. She opened up that they had been seeing each other for two months. I asked if it was serious. She giggled (definitely out of place for her) and admitted he was more of a "Friend with Benefits." I congratulated her. I think she might have been expecting me to be judgmental, but I really was just happy for her. It also relieved me to know I wasn't getting in the middle of a budding romance. I still didn't want her to know what happened the night before (or what I was wearing right now) but I felt a little less guilty about playing Peter's game.

After the next pitcher of drinks was mixed, mom told me she had to go to the bathroom. She asked me to take the pitcher outside. She also suggested I grab a glass for myself. I'm not a big drinker, but getting a little buzzed with them sounded like a great idea so I grabbed a large plastic cup. This time I walked as fast as I could while carrying the pitcher. I wasn't worried about my mom suspecting anything since she was not in a position to see me. When I reached Peter I made a show of bending over in front of him to set down the pitcher. My breasts are not large (swimming competitively keeps my fat percentage low) but I knew he would be getting an eyeful of my hard nipples. While my boobs are small, my nipples are not. They are also a huge turn on when played with; a fact I hoped he would find out soon.

"Here is your drink, sir," I said with a smile. I'm not sure why I called him sir instead of Peter. It just sort of slipped out.

"Thank you Brittney," he replied. "Are you wearing your gift?"

"I am," I said with a bit of embarrassment.

While I had thought he might touch my nipples, he surprised me by reaching up and touching the front of my bikini bottom. It made me jump just a bit. I definitely didn't want mom seeing that. He rubbed his finger back and forth and began putting more pressure against my clit.

"Did you play with yourself after I left last night?"

I was starting to lose control as he continued to rub me. My breathing quickly was becoming ragged and I began to forget where we were. Almost breathlessly I told him I had.

"And I'm sure the balls have you aroused right now, don't they?"

I had to stifle a moan. "Yes, sirÉ"

Then he stopped and withdrew his hand.

"Take your drink and sit back down."

I did what he said, making it back to my chair just as my mom was coming back out of the house. I quickly drained my drink and then walked back over to them to refill it. I wanted to stand in front of him again. I knew he wouldn't touch me but I wanted him to look. Mom didn't seem to notice.

Two more drinks and I was pretty buzzed. Mom must have been too since she had been keeping up with me. Peter had been sipping his drinks. I'm not sure how many he had consumed but it was less than me. My head was spinning a little and my pussy was on fire. I needed some relief.

A sober me would have gone up to my room. But the turned on and tipsy me had other plans. I jumped back into the pool. I swum a little to make it look good then I parked myself at the edge of the pool right by where they were sitting. I was resting my chin on my left arm on the edge of the pool deck and trying to keep up a normal conversation, but in reality my right hand was inside my bikini bottoms and my eyes were focused between Peter's legs. I swore I could see the outline of his cock through his swim trunks, although it was probably just my mind fantasizing. I tickled my clit and it felt great. The cool water was doing nothing to diminish my arousal. I think I could have made myself cum, but I doubt I could have done it silently so I just teased myself a bit. I'd have to wait for satisfaction.

When mom announced it was time to start the grill Peter volunteered to do it but she told him to stay put and stood up. As soon as she was gone he focused his steely gaze on my eyes.

"I know what you are doing dirty girl," he told me. I blushed.

He didn't say anything more. He just watched me. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever done. I played with my clit silently while he stared at me. I'm sure he could tell I was getting close. I heard my mom making noise firing up the grill. I looked back at the house but she was focusing on her task and not us. I looked back at Peter. I remembered how he told my mom not to cum until she had permission. I was looking for the same command. Of course I couldn't say anything because my mom would hear me, but I hoped the look of need in my eyes would convey my message.

"I know what you need little one," he said softly, a wry and deliberate smile showing on his face.

I was so close. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to cum for him. I wanted to be his. Then I heard my mom calling my name. Damn.

I looked up and she was waving in our direction. "Brittney I need your help with dinner," she called out.

Disappointed I got out of the pool. Peter seemed amused. As I walked by he instructed me what he wanted me to do.

"After you help your mom change out of your swimsuit. Just put on a t-shirt and shorts. Don't wear a bra or panties." Then almost as an afterthought as I was walking awayÉ "Oh and keep the balls in too."

I swiftly walked back to the house. I wanted those damn balls to dance inside of me. I was upset with my mom for picking that moment instead of a minute later, but more than that I wanted to ride the wave of arousal I was feeling as long as I could. I knew if I even touched my clit when I changed I'd cum in an instant. I wanted to prove to myself I could hold back like my mom had done last night. I didn't know if I could. But it was going to be fun finding out.

I told my mom I had to start another load of clothes and that I would be right back. I moved my first load to the dryer and then put a second load in the wash machine. When I started it I must admit I had impure thought about the spin cycle. Shaking my head to clear my mind I hurried back to the kitchen. Mom had me set the table. I wondered if she was going to change out of her tiny bikini. As I finished I saw Peter standing up and walking back toward the house.

"I'm going to change out of my suit," I announced to my mom and then ran upstairs to my room.

I shut my door and bent over grabbing my dresser for support. Running up the stairs almost made me climax. My pussy was pulsating and crying out for attention. I tried to take deep breaths to calm down but my core kept spasming daring me to touch myself and give it the relief it was craving. It took all my strength, but I managed not to rub my clit and after a couple minutes I calmed down enough to pull off my swimsuit. I wanted to pull the balls out for a moment, but I was scared to get anywhere near them.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Gone was the innocent college girl. In her place was a woman who needed to get fucked and fucked hard. The woman also looked sexier than I'd ever remembered myself looking. I opened my dresser drawer and looked for an appropriate shirt and some shorts. Unfortunately most of my clothes were at the dorm. I found a pair of black shorts which were too small (that's why I left them at home to begin with) and a white t-shirt that came down just to my navel.

Slipping on the shirt I couldn't help but give my nipples a quick rub. Oh, it felt so good. I doubted they would be going down much until I came. Looking in the mirror I saw they were clearly visible through my shirt. No time to worry about that now. Besides my mom's nipples were showing through her bikini too so what's good for the goose is good for the gander. The shorts presented another problem. Without panties I was concerned that they would show a wet spot. At least they were black so maybe it wouldn't be noticeable. As I pulled them on their small size meant I had to snug them up tight against my body. Now besides the balls stimulating me I'd have the fabric rubbing against my most sensitive parts. This was going to be an interesting dinner.

Peter and I sat down at the table while mom was serving us. He sat at the head with my mom and I on either side. She still had on her bikini, which meant both Peter, and I had a good view of her cleavage. I don't know if they felt the sexual tension at the table but I sure did. Our conversation was completely bland, however. Peter didn't play footsy with me under the table and the only thing out of the ordinary was my mom flinched a couple of times for no reason. After she excused herself to get more potatoes I quietly asked Peter what that was all about. He put his hand under the table and then passed me a small remote.

"Push it when your mom gets back," he told me.

I waited a few minutes after mom sat back down. Peter kept looking at me and discretely nodding. Finally I got the courage to press the button. My mom flinched so I did it again. She didn't move as noticeably but she did scowl at Peter. I was confused. Under the table I slid the remote back to his chair. Mom didn't flinch through the rest of dinner. When we were done Peter offered that he and I would do the dishes and suggested my mom go upstairs and change out of her bikini.

She headed upstairs and he cornered me in the kitchen and pressed me against the counter. I opened my mouth in anticipation of him kissing me, but instead it grabbed both of my nipples and started playing with them.

"I wanted to do this all through dinner," he told me. Immediately he took my breath away.

"Your mom showed me a nice home theater in the basement. Tell her you're going downstairs to watch a move. Take another big glass of margarita with you. I'll tell her you'll probably pass out. When you hear us come down the stairs pretend to be asleep."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"After she is convinced you are not going to walk in on us, I'm going to take her back upstairs and fuck her like I did last night."

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked, pouting and trying to look hurt.

"We'll see. You did a good job cleaning my cock last night. Maybe tonight I will reward you."

All the while he kept manipulating my nipples. I was squirming under his touch.

"I really want you to fuck me," I told him.

"I'll know when you are ready," he countered. "In the meantime, do you have a PC downstairs too?"

"Yeah," I answered. "There is one connected to the TV for doing Skype and Facebook."

He looked around, dropped my nipples and grabbed a pen from off the counter. "Hold out your hand," he stated emphatically. I did what he asked immediately. "This is the DNS name for my phone. I'll connect to your wireless and the PC should be able to see what I stream in webcam mode. I think you'll like the show."

He turned to grab more dishes leaving me standing at the sink staring at my hand and shaking a bit. Did he really just tell me he was going to stream his encounter with my mom? Mom returned also wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She obviously had a bra on (she was busty enough to need one) but I wondered if she had on any panties. I made a mental note to see if she flinched again. We finished up the dishes and I announced I was going to watch a movie as I had been instructed. I also took the pitcher of margaritas from off the dining room table.

I hurried downstairs with my heart pounding. I had to try to appear normal when mom came down to check on me but that was easier said then done. I poured out most of the margarita pitcher in the bar sink and put on the TV. I'm not even sure which movie HBO was showing. I also turned on the PC and tried to browse to Peter's phone, but apparently he wasn't broadcasting yet. I switched back to HBO and I waited. And I waited. About an hour later I heard the basement door open. Immediately I flopped horizontally on the couch and shut my eyes. I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs and then toward the couch.

"See I told you she would pass out," Peter said.

"She works hard at school. She must have needed the rest," my mom replied.

If she only knew why I didn't sleep well last night, I thought. Then my mom said she had to put my last load of clothes in the dryer and that she would be right back. The laundry area is in a back room in our basement. That meant she wouldn't see when Peter reached over the couch and again took a nipple between his fingers.

"You are doing well, Brittney," he said. "When we go up, connect to my phone. You mom will pass out by the time I finish with her just like last night. Then I'll come down and see you."

I pursed my lips to tell him that I understood as he let go of my nipple and resumed pretending I was asleep as my mom returned. Then I heard the sound of kissing behind the couch. I wanted to peek and see what was happening. I thought about opening my eyes and try to catch a reflection of them off the tv screen, but I was good and didn't move. From the sounds I heard their kisses were growing more passionate. Making out next to me was probably turning on my mom. I had a vision of Peter bending her over the couch and taking her from behind, but I knew that was mere fantasy. Finally I heard them on the stairs. I waited until I heard the door shut and then I jammed my hand into my shorts.

As soon as I touched my clit I felt a shiver go through my body. I buried my face into my pillow and released a throaty moan. I was prepared to get myself off when I remembered Peter's phone. I jumped up and switched the TV back to the PC. This time Chrome connected to his phone. He was walking up the stairs to the second floor. My mom was in front of him. Gone were her t-shirt and shorts. In their place were a g-string, garter belt and stockings set, even higher heels than she had on before, and a lacey black cami. I never knew my mom wore lingerie like that. Then it hit me that she had been wearing that when she was downstairs. I would have probably had a heart attack if I had "woken up" when they were making out and saw her like that. Little did I know my new reality TV was just about to start.

When they arrived in my mom's bedroom I saw her go to her bed and catlike lay down obviously trying to entice him. Then I saw the camera look at his chest as he apparently walked over to the dresser to set down his phone. I saw him take off his watch and use it to hold the phone upright pointed toward the bed. I don't think my mom noticed as his next action was to take off his swimsuit. As he turned back to face her I could tell, to borrow a line from Seinfeld, that "significant shrinkage" was not an issue. He walked back toward the bed and then pointed to the floor.

His phone webcam didn't broadcast sound but I don't think he actually said anything to her. She just quickly scampered to her knees in front of him. He stood sideways parallel to the bed. I got a perfect view of her as she took his manhood into her mouth. It was like I was watching a porn movie instead of my mom. Her shocking choice of lingerie made her look alike an adult star instead of the woman who raised me. Peter's cock was quickly growing to a size that would make any man jealous. Then I realized my mom was servicing him without the aid of her hands. I watched in fascination as she held her hand together behind her back. It was as if they were cuffed although I didn't see him do that.

I was actually proud of my mom. She took him deep with just her mouth. I had not been able to do that last night. He wasn't holding her head like he did to me either. He seemed perfectly happy to let her work his cock with just her mouth and tongue. Saliva was leaking from her mouth. I knew that feeling. Although I thought he would cum in my mouth, I knew he wouldn't do that to her. He was going to fuck her like he did last night. Once he was fully hard, I assumed the rest was a show for me.

No matter what the motivation, the show had my pussy leaking juice. I took off my shorts before they became saturated and began stroking my slit. There was no way I wasn't going to cum watching this. I didn't even bother to try. As it turned out, his next move was enough to instantly send me over the top.

Peter pulled his cock out of mom's mouth and stood her up. He then moved behind her and faced her toward his phone. I knew from the position that she would be looking at herself and him in her bedroom mirror. She had brought her hands in front of herself, but he quickly remedied that situation and pulled them behind her back once more. As he pressed himself against her back I was sure she had both hands grabbing his cock. I was rubbing my clit furiously as I saw the look of pure lust in my mom's eyes as she grabbed his monster tool. She must have been dripping in anticipation knowing what it would feel like to have him inside of her again. Oh how I longed to feel that myself. I plunged two fingers into my pussy.

With her hands busy, he reached around and began massaging her breasts. Instantly my arousal went into overdrive. I could tell my mom was enjoying it as much as I was as his hands slowly slipped down to her pussy.

Her labia was puffy and I could see that she was slick. She started trembling the moment he first made contact with her clit. I knew she would cum very quickly. But would he make her wait for permission? I wanted to hold back until my mom came. I felt wicked thinking about cumming at the same time she did. I watched as he diddled her clit and worked her nipples at the same time. His phone wasn't broadcasting sound, but I thought I saw him say "not yet." I saw mom's leg buckle when he spoke. She was struggling not to cum. So was I, but it was a battle I would soon lose.

I couldn't miss when my mom yelled "fuck me now!" and when Peter bent her forward I thought he was going to do just that. I watched her hands drop his cock and brace herself against the dresser. He grabbed her hips and positioned his cock against her slit. Near as I could tell he pushed only about the first inch inside of her, though. Then he started to spank her. And I could tell she started to moan. That was the end for me. I started to cum.

I knew what she was feeling being so close to having his magnificent cock inside of her but being denied. I'd felt it last night. Well maybe not as close as she did. She had the first inch after all and I didn't get anything. But I'd masturbated enough in the last day imagining how good his cock would feel inside of me that I felt like I knew what she was feeling. And that was enough to trigger an explosive climax.

By the time I calmed down mom's spanking was over. As she turned back toward the bed I could see her ass wasn't bright red. He must have been giving her more of a playful spanking. He was speaking again and mom crawled up on the bed and got on her back. She then surprised me again. My mom has a wrought iron headboard on her bed with upright steel bars behind the top of the mattress. She stretched her body out on the center of the bed and then reached up and grabbed two of the bars with her hands. She then spread her legs. I didn't have a very good view, but she appeared to be holding herself spread-eagled.

The angle of the phone didn't give me much of a view as Peter mounted her. I got to watch his ass bouncing up and down. I could only imagine the sounds she was making. Were they the same ones as last night? I was still recovering from my orgasm so I just slid down to the floor, spread my arms and legs and tried to mimic her position. I wanted to see if I could get a sense of what she was feeling. I would have needed a big dildo for that, but I could tell by Peter's ass movements that he was giving it to her good. I was starting to get aroused again so I brought my arms down and began playing with my boobs. I kept my legs spread wide in sympathy with her.

After about 5-6 minutes Peter slowed. I wondered if he had cum. I guess his arms were just getting tired because he repositioned her on top of him in a cowgirl. Now I had a good view of watching her bounce up and down on his cock. I'd never realized how much bounce my mom's tits had until I saw her ride him like a bucking bronco. Now I was rubbing my pussy with great gusto again.

This position lasted another 5 minutes I'd guess. I could tell my mom was getting tired. I'm pretty sure she asked for permission to cum again but was denied. I didn't know how she could hold back. But she seemed to do just that. I wasn't bothering to hold back. By the time he flipped her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her I was on my hands and knees facing the TV. I reached between my legs and pushed three fingers into my needy hole. The expression of pain and pleasure on her face as he pushed into her was enough to make me cum again.

I now had an up close and personal view of her getting fucked by a stallion. As soon as my orgasm began to ebb, the look on my mom's face would start another climax to build until I was riding my fingers and cumming non-stop. This must have been the position he used to fuck her into a coma last night.

I lost track of how many times I came watching their show. I know he finally gave her permission to cum. I'd never seen such an arousing show as my mom rutting herself on his cock and cumming her brains out. She looked like she was worn out. Peter rolled her back onto her back, not spread out this time, and mounted her again. She wasn't moving much and he was taking long slow strokes this time. After maybe a minute he pulled out of her and shot a big volley of cum up her belly. I couldn't see how far it went, but I had no doubt her breasts were splattered and probably her face as well.

Peter climbed off the bed and covered her with a sheet. When he stood up and turned toward the phone I could see his cock glistening with her juices just like it did last night. I prayed he was coming back downstairs. I wanted to clean him again. He picked up his phone. I saw him smile toward the camera and then the feed ended. I turned off the TV and sat on the couch waiting for him. It only was about a minute until I heard him on the stairs.

I didn't turn around to face him. I wanted to pretend I had just been sitting on the couch the whole time being a good girl. We both knew that wasn't true, but the fantasy of being taken by an older man had taken root in my brain and I was playing it out. I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders and then moving down to grip my nipples. I sigh of contentment escaped my lips.

"I'm sure you enjoyed the show," he began. "How many times did you cum?"

I was arching my back thrusting my tiny titties out to his touch.

"I'm not sure. 6?" I said with a questioning tone.

"I only allowed your mom one," he replied. "But it's quality not quantity with me. She'll sleep for hours."

He was being more insistent with my nipples and his actions were having the desired effect on my body. He then stopped and walked in front of the couch.

"On your knees," he said calmly. I obeyed immediately.

So for the second time in 24 hours I cleaned my mom's juices off her boyfriend's cock. This time I didn't use my hands. I had learned from mom's example and kept them behind my back. Peter seemed pleased. He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. Well `duh. He took my hand and had me stand. He then brought me behind the couch and bent me over. Oh God it was going to happen. He positioned his cock at the dripping entrance to my pussy and slowly started to push.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight," she said matter-of-factly as he slowly continued to push his cock into me. "This is just a taste to get you through the week. Unfortunately I need to get home."

I don't think he was even half way inside of me and already I felt fuller than I had with any of my boyfriends. Without thinking I let out a moan.

"That's right baby," he cooed. "I know you want it. But you have to earn it."

I was beyond rational thought at that moment. Then he started to slide back out.

"On your knees again," he said softly but firmly.

This time I cleaned off my own juices. I'd tasted them plenty of times before, but when served off his cock they seemed like a special treat. I couldn't believe he wasn't going to fuck me. I was tight, wet and ready for him. How could he turn down an offer like that?

For the second time in 24 hours I saw him walk away with an obvious bulge in his pants. I would have given anything right then for him to fuck me. Hell he could have just fucked my mouth. I would have been happy with that. I would have done anything to get my own load of sweet cum out of his magnificent prick. But I had to wait again. Of course it will not surprise you that I masturbated again in the basement. I wasn't worried about mom showing up so as soon as Peter left my hands were on my clit. I then remembered my naughty thought about the washing machine. Straddling the corner of the machine while it was on an unbalanced spin cycle got me off again. But I knew neither climaxes were anything like what knocked my mom out again. I didn't know what I would have to do to "earn" that privilege, but I knew whatever he asked I would do it. I just prayed I didn't have to wait long.

Chapter 02

Sunday was awkward at home as both my mom and I were trying very hard not to talk about what happened Saturday night. I ended up going back to the dorm early in the afternoon. I tried to do some homework but my mind was too focused on Peter and earning his attention. I think my roommate must have though I was sick since I had to excuse myself to go down the hall to the bathroom so many times. She probably felt I had food poisoning. I couldn't tell her I was so horny I had to go and masturbate almost continually to keep from going crazy.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday found me back in my normal school and swimming routine. This was a good thing, as I didn't have much time to daydream about big cocks. I still thought of Peter in the odd moments, but I felt I finally was back in control of my emotions. That is until he sent me a text message on Thursday. The problem was he sent it during a class and I made the mistake of discretely reading it. The message was simple. It said "I'll pick you up at 7pm on Saturday. Plan to spend the night."

I felt my pussy begin to moisten. Then the tingles started. It was demanding my attention but there was no way I could give it in the middle of a packed lecture hall. The rest of the class was a blur. My mind was elsewhere. The professor could have said the building was on fire and I would not have noticed.

I couldn't respond until after class. There is a text-messaging ban during class and if you are caught this professor liked to read the messages you are sending to everyone. It was risky enough to read his text. If I had replied I was too scared I would have been busted. After class I immediately accepted his invitation. Fortunately there was only a morning dual meet that weekend so I would be done by 1ish. I let Peter know I was at his disposal (wording on purpose) after 2:30 or so. I wanted to be sure I had time to shower and primp a bit for him.

He replied that he wanted to be sure I was prepared for a night of new experiences. He asked if I had been with anybody during the week. I replied no. I confessed that I had masturbated a lot on Sunday, but not since. He told me he wanted me to masturbate three times per day (before breakfast, around lunchtime and after dinner) but that I was not allowed to cum. He wanted me to take myself to the edge and then stop. He said this was the first step to learning how to control my orgasms. He also said I was to text him after each time and let him know how it went.

Since it was lunchtime and I was already horny from getting the text, I ducked into the next bathroom I could find. Fortunately it was empty, but I tried to be quiet anyway. It was incredibly hard not to make myself cum. Sitting in the stall with my fingertips dancing on my clit, I wanted so badly to jam my fingers deep into my pussy. But I figured following his instruction was the first step in earning my place on his cock so I followed his orders, stopped just in time and then sent him a recap. I felt proud for having completed the task. He did not reply.

That was a little disappointing, but I had to get to swim practice so I didn't worry too much. After dinner I masturbated again. This time when I was on the edge I was able to hold back and go a little longer without cumming before I had to stop. I reported this back to Peter and again there was no response. That night in bed I really wanted to masturbate again, but I held true and controlled myself. I didn't sleep well, but I had obeyed the rules. It was one small victory for me.

Friday morning after I sent my report, Peter did reply and told me to wear the Ben Wa balls to class. Knowing how they affected me last Saturday I wasn't thrilled with this idea, but I did it. The walk across the quad was insufferable. I didn't think I would make it until my lunchtime finger session before I had to get off. I shouldn't have even been in class. I got nothing out of it. My mind was a lust filled fog and I began counting down the hours until Peter would pick me up.

I had a few minutes between classes on Friday morning and I couldn't take the teasing any more. I slipped into the bathroom. Unfortunately it was crowded with people between classes. I didn't care. The handicapped stall was free so that is where I went. I pulled down my pants and panties and sat down. This time I wasn't interested in teasing myself. I covered my mouth with my hand and began rubbing my clit. It didn't take long. It was only a matter of seconds before I was cumming.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to stomp my feet. I wanted to roll around on the floor as my climax tore through my body. But I didn't. Really I couldn't. There was the usual girl chatter in the bathroom so I don't think anyone heard me, but I'm sure I had a guilty look on my face as I stepped out of the stall. Needless to say I did not send Peter an update.

Friday night I was trying to get my mind "in the zone" for the morning meet, but I wasn't successful. Memories of my bathroom orgasm and the promise of what was now just 24 hours away kept my mind on sex. Although my dinner time session in my pants down was successful, I couldn't get to sleep without playing with myself to completion. Fortunately my roommate was out partying and I had the place to myself. I finally fell sleep and rested well. I was thankful since my alarm went off at 7am to get ready for the meet.

I wasn't sure if Peter expected me to keep up my teasing regiment on Saturday. But since I'd cum twice on Friday I figured I should. When I sent him the update I told him I wouldn't be able to do a lunchtime session because the meet would be wrapping up. He told me before my last race to insert the balls. Damn. Well, that was going to make things interesting.

As anybody who has been to a swim meet knows the last events are usually the distance freestyle events. At first I wasn't going to follow Peter's instructions, but then I figured, what the hell. I was swimming the 800m free (16 lengths of the pool), which is very boring to me. I much prefer the 200 and 400IM. Since it was a dual meet (UC San Diego) it was really more of a practice so if I didn't swim my best time, it wasn't the end of the world.

There was plenty of time between my third and fourth (and final) events so I went back to the locker room. It was nearly noon and I needed to get aroused to insert the balls anyway so I did another quick masturbate to peak session. I was getting better at holding myself at that level but I didn't have too much time to waste so I slipped the balls inside of me, sent Peter a message and headed back to the pool.

With my tech suit fitting me like a second skin I didn't have to worry about the balls taking an embarrassing fall onto the pool deck. In fact I was getting pretty accustomed to wearing them and enjoying the sensation. By the time the race started I wasn't really thinking about them. I was in the zone.

The 800 and 1500m races are about pace and saving enough energy for a sprint at the end. Like I said I wasn't a fan of the distance races, but my coach was trying to convince me I was built for them. I didn't win my heat, but I did swim my best time thanks in no small part to the Ben Wa balls keeping my mind occupied instead of thinking about the pain my body was experiencing in the race. Looking back at my split times they were still too inconsistent, probably due to my thinking about sex, but overall it was a good race. As my coach congratulated me on cutting time I wondered what his reaction would be if I told him how.

After the meet I had to be careful in the shower. All the girls showered together and we would remove our suits under the warm spray of the showerhead. You have to be part contortionist to get the tech suits on and off and to see a group of girls all doing it at the same time must be funny looking. Of course I wasn't worried about what I looked like. I was more worried about losing the balls. I managed to get the last shower stall, squeezed my Kegel muscles tight around the balls and got out of my suit as quick as I could. One of the balls threatened to pop free as I was bent over, but a discrete move of my hand and push of a finger repositioned it safely inside of me. I felt so naughty showering with these girls while teasing myself at the same time. I wondered how many of them would enjoy Peter's insistence that I tease myself before meeting him. I'd never been particularly attracted to women but I had to admit as I watched them shower their athletic bodies were beautiful. I wondered where that thought came from and if it was a byproduct of Peter's teachings.

But I didn't want to dally sightseeing and headed to my locker as quickly as I could. I got dressed and headed back to my dorm without waiting for somebody to walk back with in case my needs became too much to bear again. Fortunately they did not.

The only communication with Peter was clarification on where to pick me up, instructions to wear a skirt and blouse (bra and panties were ok) and instructions to remove the balls, clean them in my mouth, put them back in their case and bring them with tonight. It didn't take long to finish getting ready. Now what was I going to do for five hours while I wait for him?

The clock seemed to tick in slow motion. I did some homework. Surfed the web a bit. Masturbated for a while. Tried not to think about what might happen tonight. Sat and looked out of my door room window at the quad. Finally my phone rang. It was the front desk saying I had a visitor. My smile must have been from ear to ear as I walked out of my room and toward the elevator. It was finally time.

The drive to Peter's house was uneventful. He didn't offer much in the way of conversation and I sat passively and watched the world go by as we climbed the roads into the Hollywood Hills in his Jag. His house was nice. Not a huge mansion, but certainly bigger than our house and in a much better neighborhood. He escorted me inside. It was nicely furnished and contemporary. He pointed to a bar in the corner of the living room and said I should make a drink if I wanted one. I didn't want to drink tonight. I wanted to be alert and, hopefully, enjoy every minute. I didn't want being drunk to taint our encounter. Peter walked into another room and returned a couple of minutes later.

"Come with me Brittney," he said holding out his hand. I walked to him and reached out my hand to meet his. He led me into a room I realized was a home office. He told me he works mostly from home. It was a generously sized room with a leather sofa and love seat. A large wooden desk with a large leather chair behind it, two leather chairs in front of it and a computer table with two PCs and three large monitors.

"Take off your clothes," he said curtly as he sat down at the computer table.

I was taken aback by the serious tone in his voice but I quickly did as he asked.

"Bra and panties too. Neatly fold everything on my desk," he corrected me when I thought I was done.

Soon I was naked before him, but he wasn't paying much attention to me. He was doing his email. I finished folding my clothes and neatly stacking them on his desk. My pussy was juicy and I he had not even touched me. I stood silently at the front of the desk for a couple of minutes until he stood back up and walked behind it. I watched as he opened a file drawer under the desk and dropped my clothes into it. He then locked it and held the key aloft so he was sure I saw it.

"For the next 16 hours (I did a quick calculation in my head. Noon tomorrow) you are mine to do with as I please. He then put the key in his pocket. At least I could get the key if I really needed it, but I was excited about having more time with him than he had spent with my mom. I was also excited that he was in control of my clothes and that I was free of making any decisions. He went back to the computer desk and sat down. Then he waved me over. He opened up an email from someone called UCLA_RA_P173. I didn't know any of the RA's except the one on my floor and didn't recognize the handle from any of the UCLA websites I frequented. When Peter opened the first attachment I almost fainted.

I was looking at a picture, obviously from a cell phone, of myself walking into a bathroom at school. The date/time stamp in the corner told me what I already knew. It was from Thursday and I was about to make myself cum in that bathroom. Peter then opened a second picture. No it wasn't me in the stall. I think I would have noticed that one being taken. But it was me leaving the bathroom. I was smiling and my cheeks were flush with post orgasmic joy.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Brittney?" he asked although I knew he could tell exactly what I'd done.

"I'd just masturbated per your instructions. I sent you a recap," I stammered. I knew from the time stamp that the picture was from between classes and not at lunch so maybe he would miss that fact. But Peter didn't miss anything.

"Looks to me like you came in that bathroom. Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything?"

I looked down at the floor. "I tried. I really tried. But after wearing the balls to class, when I touched my clit, I couldn't control myself. I climaxed."

"Thank you for telling me the truth Brittney, although I am disappointed you lied to me and tried to cover up your actions," he responded. "I require my partners to follow my instructions. I'll get your clothes and take you home."

I couldn't believe that was the end of our game. It can't end like this. I started crying. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a fatherly way.

"Don't cry little one. You're just not ready yet. Maybe someday soon."

I cried out defensively, "I am ready. You're all I have thought about all week. I've been wet and desperate for you since you left last Saturday night."

I felt his right arm release and felt his hand tracing down my side and then between us. He didn't waste time rubbing my clit. He simply pushed a finger inside of me.

"Well you were not lying about being wet for me," he chuckled to himself. "Ride my finger."

I wasn't 100% sure what he meant so I just started rolling my hips so I could slide up and down his finger. I wished he had his thumb by my clit, but I wasn't going to skip an opportunity to get in his good graces. I switched from having my hands around his chest to putting them around his neck so I could rut myself with more force. I was really getting into it when he told me to stop and pulled his hand back.

"You are a quick learner so there is hope for you yet," he told me. That made me smile and a warm feeling spread across my body.

"But there still is the matter of your orgasming without permission. You need to learn not to do that. Your safe word for today is `Orange'. Do you know what a safe word is?"

I shook my head no.

"If anything gets too intense, use your safe word and we stop immediately. Understand?"

I nodded yes. He sat down at the computer chair again and then indicated I should stand next to him. Then he pulled me across his lap. I just expelled a huge breath. I'd never been spanked, especially in an erotic sense, but if this was what he wanted, then this is what he would get. He gave me a hard swat across my right butt cheek.

"Orange!" I blurted out reflexively.

He began to stand up so I stood up first and began rubbing my poor defenseless ass.

"Very well Brittney. I'll get your clothes," he said and began moving toward the other desk.

"No," I said. "I don't want to leave."

"But you used your safe word. Tonight is over."

"I'm sorry. I didn't understand. Please," I pleaded.

He looked at me as if he were tiring of me. "Last chance little girl."

He then sat down again. This time he didn't hold my hand. It was my responsibility to get back into position. With trepidation I took my position face down on his lap again. The spanking resumed.

I can't say I enjoyed it at first, but as my skin warmed up I noticed the heat began to spread to my pussy and then my clit. I began to absentmindedly grind myself on his leg. He responded by stopping the spanking to finger my pussy. That was much better. At first he only used one finger like he had when he had me ride his hand. Then he inserted a second finger and then a third. I was in heaven. Then he used his other hand to spread my ass cheeks and quickly put is middle finger, slick with my juices against my smiling asshole. Immediately I stopped grinding.

"I know you are not a virgin. Have any of your boyfriends taken your ass?"

Should I tell the truth and say no or should I lie to sound more experienced. One thing was for sure, I didn't want his cock in my ass.

"No, I've never had anything up my ass," I responded.

"That's a shame," he said. "As much as you like to masturbate, I figured you would have found out how many nerve endings you have back there.

I didn't reply. I'm sure he was right. I knew that from other stories I'd read online. But that knowledge didn't make what he was suggesting any easier. I knew my pussy would be tight enough for him given his girth. Why did he want my ass? His fingertip ran around my most holy of holes. I was ready to say Orange and just give up. Then he stopped and told me to stand up and open the desk drawer. Inside there were three butt plugs of different sizes, a tube of lube and a set of leather cuffs.

"I'll let you start with the small plug," he told me. "We'll work you up to the bigger ones and eventually you'll be able to experience the exquisite pleasure of taking me in your ass. Hand me the small plug and the lube."

I looked back into the drawer. Obviously I had no choice if I wanted to get his cock in my pussy any time soon. My eyes were drawn more to the cuffs than the plug however. I looked at them and my mind flashed back to my mom spread on her bed. I wondered if I let him tie me up if he would fuck me sooner. I reached for the plug and lube and handed it to him. He motioned that I should get back down on his lap.

"Just relax and let the plug do its job," he said. Yeah, right. That's easier said than done.

I'd tried to finger my ass a few times when I masturbated, but laying on his lap while he pushed what seemed like a baseball bat (even though it was the small one) into my rectum was the most humiliating thing I'd ever experienced. However once my ass snapped back shut around the plug, a strange sensation spread throughout my body. I will not say it felt good, but I did feel full and I had nerve endings I had never stimulated before starting to turn on. It was still scary, but I started to understand why someone could enjoy it.

Peter began to rub my ass checks and then squeezed them together tightening my grip on the plug. I decided to see if the cuffs were part of his plan and crossed my wrists in the small of my back like I'd seen my mother do.

"So little one," he mused. "Do you think asking for the cuffs will get you what you want?"

I gave my ass a little wiggle. "Yes, sir."

Peter leaned over me and reached for the cuffs in the drawer. The warmth from the spanking and the plug had spread over my body and the thought of him cuffing my wrists had my pussy creaming. He quickly buckled the cuffs over my delicate wrists. I tugged them twice confirming what I already knew. I was stuck. I wouldn't be able to defend myself against anything he wanted to do. And I loved it.

Peter resumed fingering my pussy. I was in heaven being under his control. I was ready to suck him off, fuck him or whatever he wanted. I was mewing in pleasure as he slowly teased me. Then something unexpected happened. His computer started chirping. He was getting a Skype call. What was more unexpected was the thumbnail picture on the call id was my mom. I know he could tell my whole body just tensed up.

"Lay still and be quiet," he commanded. "The camera is angled just above your butt. If you don't move she will not see you, although the microphone is sensitive so try to be quiet."

His hand left my ass long enough to click answer. Then it returned with his thumb applying pressure to the plug and his fingers starting to rub my clit.

I was shocked by the conversation. My mom was apparently in her car, parked in a forest preserve parking lot. She had a vibrator with her as evidenced by his insistence that she place it next to the phone microphone so he could hear it buzzing on the plastic. She obviously had it on high.

She told him she was following her instructions to call him when she was close to cumming and to wait for permission. I couldn't see the video feed from my position, but I was guessing she had her phone camera pointed at her pussy. I could picture her in the drivers' seat looking around for other people while the vibe buzzed away bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Please master," she begged. "May I come?"

It shocked me to hear her call him master. He was calm, cool and collected about it.

"You finally used the word. You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes master I do," she replied breathlessly. "I'm ready to serve you."

"Does that include what we discussed last night?" he asked.

"Yes," she managed to get out before moaning. "Let me prove it to you. I can be there in five minutes."

Peter's left hand slid under my chest during the conversation and he began to manipulate my left nipple. Between that, his right hand on my clit and the plug in my ass I was having a very difficult time being both quiet and still. I struggled to remain out of view.

He was teasing my mom with his voice while he teased me with his fingers. She obviously wanted to cum as much as I did. The difference was she could beg and I had to struggle not to make a sound. He was obviously enjoying the power he had over both of us. I could feel his cock harden in his pants beneath me. I was praying he would dismiss my mom, throw me over the desk and fuck me like I dreamed. I could feel my butt beginning to move under its own power to the cadence of his fingers. I tried to control it, but its movement was subconscious and primal. My mom was practically screaming to be allowed to climax, but Peter was unrelenting. He kept telling her he was proud of her and that she was a good girl not to cum yet. I was reaching the point where I didn't think I could hold back. If he gave my mom permission to cum I knew she would be loud and I don't think I could have held back being quiet or out of camera view. I wanted to see what she looked like. I'm sure she had a desperate need to cum look on her face.

Finally Peter told her to turn off the vibrator. She said "No, sir. Please not that. Please let me cum." But then I heard the sound of the vibrator cease.

Peter surprised me again. "I will give you 30 minutes if you can get here in 5." He then clicked off the Skype session.

"Why did you invite her here?" I asked almost crying.

Peter pushed two fingers into my pussy and starting fucking me. "First, you never question one of my decisions. Second, from where she is I don't think she can get here in 5 minutes. Third, even if she does, so what. Maybe it's time she knew what a complete slut for my cock you have become. Stand up."

I was crying at this point. I didn't want to share him. I'd been dreaming of this night for days. He put his arm around me and grabbed my wrists. He then walked me out into the living room and to the large picture window that dominated the space. He pushed me against the glass.

"Watch for your mom's car," he told me. "She now has 3 minutes."

The glass was cool on my skin. Peter continued to play with my pussy and tug on the plug as I was on display to anyone who happened to look in the window. The house was private enough that other than by my mom, there probably wasn't much risk of getting seen, but the mere fact that he was displaying me kept my arousal level peaked and my body in growing desperation for release.

"One minute to go. I think you'll get your wish," he announced. I moaned. "Please sir my I cum."

"Not yet pet," he said condescendingly.

My legs began to buckle. Then I saw my mom's car turn the corner. Shit.

"I'll give her credit," Peter said. "She must have driven like a woman possessed. Maybe next weekend we can play."

I wasn't giving up that easily. He liked hearing my mom beg. Was he ready to listen to me do it as well? Apparently I said the right things because instead of taking me back to the den where my clothes were he brought me to the front door and had me stand behind it while he opened it for mom.

From the sounds it seemed like mom must have jumped him and started kissing him when he opened the door. Instead of watching them on a webcam I could now hear them together just a foot away and separated by a door. I heard my mom tell him he had to feel how wet she got in the car. I heard her pledge to be a good slavegirl to him. I heard her promise to do anything he wanted. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist her. I was resigned to not getting fucked tonight. My only question was how was he going to get me out of there without getting caught. As it turned out, he wasn't ready for me to leave just yet.

Although I was sure I was about to be discovered, having my mom and my dream man making out on the other side of the door while I was naked and cuffed was turning me on to no end. If I hadn't been cuffed there would have been no way I could have resisted sticking my fingers into my smoldering pussy. From the sounds of it, that was exactly what Peter was doing to my mom. Between her moans she continued to try and convince him she was "ready" for whatever they had discussed last night. I knew it was related to her becoming his sex slave, which sounded good to me as well. I didn't know the details, but if agreeing to those terms would get his cock in my pussy, I was ready, willing and able to do whatever he wanted. Finally he apparently was convinced my mom was sincere based on his next command for her.

"Go out to your car. Remove your clothes. Leave them in the car. Meet me in the bedroom."

They were simple instructions that left no room for debate. He shut the door. Apparently she had agreed. He let me peak out the window. I could tell she was taking off her blouse while sitting in the front seat. Peter then wrapped his arm around me again and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Give me half an hour with her then I'll send her home."

I nodded, not that I had much choice. I was learning that arguing would do no good. I figured he'd leave me in the den while he defiled my mother again, but that would have been too easy. Instead he led me to his bedroom and had me sit in the closet. There was a tight latticework of wood slats that made up the closet door. If I held myself in just the right position I could see his bed. Of course I still didn't have use of my hands and my ass was still plugged. I hoped he was being truthful about only giving my mom half and hour. I doubt I could last longer.

My mom returned moments later naked as the day she was born. Her smile lit up the room. I'd never seen her happier. She and Peter didn't exchange any words. Apparently last night they had discussed her tasks in details. First her wrists were cuffed just like mine only in front of her body. I was jealous because that meant she could rub her clit. I was surprised when she didn't. Had she previously been instructed no to touch herself? Next two cuffs were attached to her ankles. Finally he blindfolded her. I could see her tremble as he touched her.

My own pussy ached to be touched as I watched him slowly run his hands all over her body. She was standing at attention trying not to move as he examined every inch of her flesh. When he was done, he removed his clothes. God he was beautiful. His cock was already hard, although not quite at full erection. He gave her a command to drop to her knees, which she quickly did. Everyone knew what was going to happen next. While she busied herself pleasuring his cock, he looked over toward the closet. He knew exactly what I was feeling and what I wanted. He was a bastard for teasing me this way, but as I would later learn, I was being conditioned to control my naughty ways and evil desires. Later I would be taught to channel that control of my lust into serving him. But at the moment all I could think about was his beautiful cock.

I think the blowjob was more for my benefit than his or my mom. After a very short time he helped her onto the bed. I realized why her hands were cuffed in front of her when he pulled her arms above her head and hooked the short chain between the cuffs to a hook on the wall. Securing her legs took a little more work, but not much, as a spreader bar, conveniently stored under the bed, was attached to the cuffs on her ankles.

It was reminiscent to the position I saw her in last Saturday at our house, but this time she was bound for real and wasn't going anywhere until Peter decreed it so. This time when he fucked her I got to watch up close and personal. I saw every thrust, heard every grunt and smelled a very strong scent of arousal fill the room. Just like last week my pussy was spasming in sympathy with his thrusts as he assaulted her pussy.

He didn't take her ass that night. Given my plugged state that kind of surprised me as he obviously enjoyed anal play. Maybe that had done that last night and he was allowing her to recover or maybe that was a special plan for me. Whatever the reason, I couldn't help myself from squeezing the plug and wondering what the next sized up one would feel like.

There was no chance I was going to orgasm in the closet, but that wasn't the case with my mother. He must have given her permission ahead of time because when she came without warning he didn't seem upset and he didn't miss a beat with his pile driving performance. She came twice more before he pulled out and shot a good load onto her belly. Once again my mom got the cum I'd been dreaming about. At least now maybe it was my turn.

Mom wasn't as worn out as had happened the other two times I'd witnessed since Peter didn't go as long and it was still early evening. I figured that was good since I wanted her to go home instead of going to sleep. Peter removed the cuffs, but left them on the bed, along with the blindfold. Was he trying to send me a message that I was next?

Mom asked for a towel, but Peter told her to just go to the car and get dressed. He told her wanted her smelling like a cheap whore on the way home.

"Well if you want me smelling like a cheap whore for you," mom countered, "the least you can do is take me out to dinner and show me off."

Mom was really getting into this whole submission thing. With disappointment and shock, I heard Peter agree and say he knew just the place.

"Leave your bra a panties off in case I need easy access," he told her. "I'm going to shower and will meet you outside."

Mom had a smirk on her face as she left the bedroom. I think she thought she had somehow won and that she was now in control of him. I laughed silently to myself. I still don't think she knew what she had agreed to a little while earlier.

I watched her walk out of the door. Peter then walked to the bedroom window to check on her progress. Satisfied she wasn't coming back he walked back to the closet. True to his word he took a shower, but not before having me clean my mom's cum off his cock for the third time. After he dressed he removed my butt plug and unclipped my cuffs.

"The place I'm taking her is pretty quick. After we're done I'll send her home. She'll beg me to stay but I'll find some little infraction to complain about and tell her she can't spend the night because of it. I'll send her home to think about her actions. It will drive her crazy. Should I have her play with herself in your bedroom? She'll feel naughty masturbating on your bed."

I knew that would drive me crazy. I nodded in agreement with his plan.

He told me to hang out, surf the net, chat on Yahoo, whatever I wanted. His only rule was no orgasms. He said he would know if I did and I would be punished again only this time not so lightly. He said he wanted my pussy wet and ready for action when he returned. Without saying it he was saying I should keep playing with myself but only as a tease. And he knew I would do just what he said.

Watching them drive away in his Jag was surreal. Not long before I had been in the same seat in the same aroused state my mom was in only she had just been fucked and had cum at least three times. I'd been spanked, plugged, fingered, teased and told to lick his cock clean but still hadn't been allow to cum. I should have just fingered myself and then left. But I wasn't ready to give him up and I didn't want to be punished again so I didn't. There was also the minor problem of my clothes still being locked in his desk, although I assumed I could find something to wear or break the lock.

I went over to the bed. The sheets were damp with sweat. I could still smell my mom's aroma as I put my nose down to the sheet. Then I got a great idea. OK, it was a risky stupid idea but I thought it was great at the time.

I sprinted back to the den and grabbed the second size butt plug. It was still considerably thinner in girth that his cock, but it was bigger than the one I wore before and figured I would earn some brownie points for using it. I brought it and the lube back to the bed. After greasing it up I positioned it at my backdoor. Having recently been plugged for an hour must have helped because with one strong push it popped inside of me and my ass clamped shut around it. Its size took my breath away for a moment. Then I grabbed the ankle cuffs Peter had fortunately left on the bed and attached to the spreader bar.

I was a bit of a struggle to cuff my ankles with my legs spread that far apart, but fortunately my swim stretching made it possible. Then I scooted up the bed until I reached the wrist cuffs. Fortunately those could be removed from the hook. I put them on and before I clipped them together I put on the blindfold. I was now ready to wait for Peter's return. I felt proud of myself for getting into this position as I threw my arms up to catch the chain between the cuffs on the hook. I was now trapped until the man I hoped to call master returned. Of course my mind wandered in lust, as it seemed to do a lot lately and once again time seemed to stand still. Had it been an hour when I heard the garage door open? Or had it been two? Did he really send my mom home or had he told her everything. If he had it was too late for me to make as excuse. There was no way my current position could be mistaken for anything but what it was; a blatant effort to get him to fuck me. I heard the door to the garage shut. Then I heard the sound of heels on the hardwood floor in the living room. I tried to remember if my mom had been wearing heels. I wasn't 100% sure but I didn't think so. Of course not, stupid, she was naked when she came into the house. My mind was reeling. I heard the bedroom door open.

"Oh my," a sultry deep voice exclaimed. It was definitely not my mom. "What a nice present Peter has left me."

I heard her move across the room and I smelled an exotic scent even before I felt her weight sit on the edge of the bed.

I shivered in expectation.

Chapter 3

I felt a gentle finger draw up my stomach and then a fingernail graze my nipple. It was a knowing finger. I sensed she knew exactly what I was feeling bound on the bed.

"This is very interesting," she said in a husky dark voice with an Eastern European accent. "Usually girls here for an audition are in the studio. They also are not bound and helpless. Why did Peter leave you here?"

Her finger continued exploring my body causing me to shiver, something I'm sure she could sense.

"Um, Peter," I stammered as a wave of pleasure surged through my body. "Um, Peter didn't put me here. I did this."

My mystery woman now was concentrating on my nipples. She squeezed them, then tugged them and let them snap back down. My mind was reeling.

"Very interesting indeed," she opined. "OK with me. Let's see what you can do."

I felt her weight leave the bed and with her hands free of my body my erotic fog started to lift. I felt her remove the blindfold. I guess she wanted me to see her. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see why. She was gorgeous. She had long jet-black hair cut to frame her face. She was wearing a three quarter leather coat, strange for this time of year I noted, and had on black stockings. Her shoes were what could only be described as fuck me pumps. I looked her up and down as best I could. She didn't seem to mind. In fact I think she welcomed my gaze.

She began to unzip her coat revealing an expansive cleavage. I'd always been jealous of woman with large breasts due to my small swimmers boobs. And although I'd only recently started having sexual thoughts about women in the team changing room, this mysterious woman's breasts were captivating. I couldn't stop looking as she continued to unzip her coat. She was definitely going slow on purpose. She knew from her fingers that I was aroused and now she was practically daring me to watch her with lust in my heart.

When the zipper reached her waist she pulled the coat open and began to cup her breasts. They were obviously fake, but that didn't mean they were not spectacular. Her palms could barely contain them and her fingertip just barely reached her nipples. She was looking at me and licking her lips. She looked like a predator. Bound as I was to the bed (doing that to myself didn't seem like such a good idea all of a sudden) I was clearly her prey. Where the hell was Peter?

The woman lifted her right breast and licked her own nipple. A single strand of saliva hung in the air as she lowered her hard nipple away from her mouth. My own mouth was watering. I'd never had the desire to suck another woman's tits, but I wanted her. I also wondered if she was as wet as I was right then.

Her wanton display continued as she unzipped the rest of her coat. She was holding it closed denying me a view of the rest of her charms. She turned around and pulled the top of the coat down over her shoulders. As I knew from her tit flash, she was topless. I struggled to lift my head to see each inch after inch of her perfect alabaster skin as it was revealed. She was seducing me without saying a word and my worries about who she was were quickly disappearing.

Finally her coat reached the small of her back revealing her perfect hourglass figure as her hips flared out just enough. Next I realized she wasn't just topless. With the exception of her stockings, a garter belt to hold them and her shoes, she was naked under her coat. I salivated more as her perfect ass came into view. One thing swimmers know is having a tight butt and hers was as perfect as anyone's on my team. I couldn't understand how she had been outside wearing just the coat, but as my eyes followed the back of the coat down her amazing legs minor details like why she dressed like that were hardly relevant. Finally she dropped her coat on the floor and turned around.

Her front, dominated by her massive, firm, tits was equally if not more impressive. With her model's face, perfect body and a neatly trimmed landing strip above her pussy, she simply oozed sex. As I was soon to learn, she did that in more ways than one.

As she moved back to the bed I was focused on her pussy. As she began to crawl onto the bed again I had an up close and personal view as she straddled my body. Her knees were pressing down onto my shoulder blades. I could smell her scent as her pussy moved near my mouth. I was frozen in fear of my first lesbian encounter obviously about to begin. My mind was racing. What was I supposed to do? Well more specifically, how was I supposed to do it? What if I wasn't good enough? Wait, what did she mean by "audition." But before I could voice an objection or say a word, this goddess settled her pussy right over my mouth.

I didn't resist her, not because my bondage prevented it, but because she captivated me. I began giving her little kisses and trying to move my mouth back and forth. Apparently that didn't please her as she instructed me to stick my tongue deep into her pussy and "clean her out." As I did I first tasted her. Her woman's flavor was much stronger than what I had experienced sucking my mom's essence from Peter's cock. Then I tasted something salty. I realized the flavor was cum from my many blowjobs I'd given my boyfriends. The woman started sliding back and forth on my face as the mixture of cum and girl juice drained from her pussy. She must have been freshly fucked and possibly by more than one person as the quantity dripping on my tongue was plentiful.

She began humping my face faster and faster. Looking up I could see her perfectly toned core and massive breasts begin to heave. She was holding the headboard tightly for stability as she continued to ride me. My nose was rubbing against the top of her pussy and against her clit. She was screaming obscenities at me. I didn't take them personally. I knew she was just trying to get herself off. I had often fantasized about being so turned on that I was screaming my head off like she was right then. Of course I dreamed of being fucked by a big cock not riding the talentless tongue of a lesbian virgin, but the concept was the same. I did my best to keep my tongue doing its job, but eventually she was moving too fast and our encounter became her just rubbing herself off on my face. At least I was making a contribution.

She came with a howl and more girl juice (this time no mixture as I had apparently got all the guy cum out of her) flowed into my mouth. She was sweeter now. My ears were sore from the rubbing of her stocking covered thighs on them. As she continued to quake on my face I realized my own pussy had begun to beg for attention. My intense need for stimulation reminded me of how I felt around Peter. I prayed she would not be so reluctant to give me what I craved. Finally she stopped moving and just sat still on my face. Her breathing was still ragged and her breasts were still heaving, but a few minutes later she had recovered and then climbed off of me.

I expected her to untie me at that point, but instead she walked out of the room into the master bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then heard the shower turn on. My pussy was churning with need with no relief in sight. Again I lamented tying myself up as I was reliant on her to get me off. Her shower was short, maybe five minutes or so in length. She walked back out of the bathroom naked, except for a towel she was using to rub her hair. I strained my neck to look at her, but she ignored me. She walked past the bed to what looked like a walk in closet. I didn't get a good view, but when she turned the light on I did notice it looked large and had a mirrored dressing table. She shut the door and I was alone again.

My mind worked through all the permeations I could imagine. Was this Peter's wife? If it was she obviously didn't care that he and I had a relationship, if that is what you could all what we were doing. She was obviously fucking multiple men based on the amount of cum I'd sucked out of her pussy. She didn't seem to mind that I was tied up on her bed so I assumed she was kinky. I wondered if she knew about my mom. I guessed tonight had been the first time my mom had called Peter Master and been tied to his bed, but maybe this woman had been to my house before or maybe they had fucked at a hotel. Then there was her comment that I was here for an audition. What was that about? These variations and more swirled through my head but did little to cool my arousal. If anything I was getting hornier. Was this woman getting ready for bed? I wasn't sure what time it was but it didn't seem that late. Was she calling Peter from the closet? If she did, what would he tell her?

I lay back and tried to relax until I heard the door open again. One thing was for sure. My theory that maybe she was getting ready for bed was 1000% wrong. If I had been surprised that she had been naked under her coat when she came home I was downright shocked by the leather corset that she was wearing now. Her tits were overflowing from the top and her already tiny waist was further pulled in making her hips appear to bulge out. She was still wearing stockings although they were now fishnet in style. Her garter belt was gone replaced by stocking straps built into the corset. A different pair of high heels, still black, graced her feet. These appeared to be a 4" stiletto. I wondered how it was possible to walk in such a shoe. She obviously had lots of practice as she walked with grace, poise and purpose back toward the bed. Looking down at her pussy, I noticed the corset had a crotch snap, but it was closed. I prayed that she would soon give me pleasure instead of just having me take care of her. She sat back on the edge of the bed crossing her legs and then looked me deep into my eyes.

"So, who the fuck are you," she asked and without waiting for an answer, "you don't eat pussy like the girls Peter normally brings me."

I felt like a total nobody in her presence. If I could have hid under the blanket I would.

"I'm Brittney," I finally managed to answer. "Peter told me to wait for him."

"Of course you had to wait," she replied with a confused tone. "Where could you go?"

As she said that she started running her fingernail along my overheated flesh. I quivered again and tried to answer, but it was difficult. I didn't want to tell her everything. I didn't really want to tell her anything except whatever would be necessary to get her to slide that maddening fingernail over my clit. She knew I was being evasive and she also knew she held all the cards to make me talk. With a snicker she stood up and walked over to the dresser.

"Usually Peter brings my new toys to the playroom. I don't have everything I need to get you to tell me the truth, but not to worry, you'll talk sooner rather than later."

I watched as she brought a small vibrator over to the bed, turned it on and then placed it on my stomach. "Don't let that fall," she warned.

She then walked back to the bathroom. I was struggling to remain still while the vibrator buzzed on my tummy. When she returned she had a small jar with her. I couldn't tell what it was, but when she reached the end of the bed and gave my plug a little tug I had the feeling it was more lube.

"I see you're using Pete's level two plug. How long have you had that in your beautiful bum?"

I confessed that it had only been since he left and that I wasn't sure how long ago that happened. Without ceremony she pulled it out. I wished she had given me time to stretch a little more before she popped it out, but when she did I felt empty inside.

"Let me go wash this before we continue," she announced and then walked out of the room. I followed her with my eyes as she walked into the hallway and disappeared. I rocked as best I could without knocking over the vibe and discovered the jar was Vicks Vapo Rub. That did not bode well for me. She returned a few minutes later. She didn't have the plug but she was holding what appeared to be two dildos and a riding crop. She set the three items on the bed next to the Vicks.

"So let me get this straight. You're not here for an audition, Peter left you here alone and you tied yourself up. That is your story. Are you sticking to it?"

"Yes. That is what happened. It is the truth," I told her. I could tell she didn't believe me.

"Maybe you are telling the truth. You don't fit Peter's typical profile, but I need to be sure. You'll tell me the truth soon enough."

I was willing to try and convince her, but her game was also a turn on. She was as kinky as Peter or maybe more so. I decided to play along as see where things went.

The first thing was she sucked both of my nipples until they were achingly hard and very sensitive. So far so good as far as I was concerned. Then she opened the jar of Vicks. If you have never had menthol applied to your naughty bits it is a unique experience. At first, other than the smell there seemed to be no effect. Then my nipples started getting warm. Then they started tingling. Then I realized why she had sucked them so furiously first. My nipples were so erect and distended that tiny cracks in the skin had appeared giving more surface area for the Vicks to work its magic. And work its magic it did.

My nipples continued to warm up and I soon was begging for her to wipe off the Vicks. She went back to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth which she placed on my chest just under my breasts.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" she questioned.

I could see this was her game. Peter played the same game teasing me with his cock. He believed he could keep a woman on edge until she had one mind-blowing orgasm. This woman certainly had the teasing part down. I was determined to take this out as long as I could.

"I've already told you everything," I replied.

With my nipples on fire she picked up the Vicks again and put a small dollop on her left fingertip. She then looked down at my pussy. With her right hand she began to rub my clit. I instantly moaned. I wanted her to touch me intimately and bring me off as much as anything I had ever wanted.

"There is something you could say that will earn the orgasm you so obviously crave. But I'm not going to tell you what that something is. Trust me if I put this (she held up her other hand to make sure I saw the Vicks) on your little girl clitty it will irritate you to no end but you will not be cumming for several hours. I was on the edge of climaxing as she toyed with my clit. She knew it and I knew she knew. She then stopped and surprised me. She stood up and unsnapped the bottom of her corset. I assumed she was going to have me lick her pussy again. I was wrong. Instead she put the Vicks on her own clit. She then snapped her corset back shut. I could tell from the look on her face it was already working to irritate and arouse her.

She then began to seriously tease me. I thought she had teased me before, but now it was really game on. She started by crawling between my legs and licking my pussy. I admit I didn't know what I was doing when she sat on my face, but this woman was experienced and had me crawling the walls in moments. Then she stopped. Then she picked up the crop. She was fairly gentle, although at the time I didn't think, so as she snapped the leather loop at the end against my thighs, arms, stomach, soles of my feet and finally against my breasts, nipples and pussy. Then she stopped and licked my pussy some more until I was again at the edge of exploding.

This time after she stopped she just let me cool down without touching or cropping me. Then she picked up one of the dildos. It was the smaller of the two she had brought. She didn't need to lubricate it. It slid up my pussy easily for the 10 agonizingly slow strokes she gave me and then she pulled it out and had me lick it clean.

This process repeated three or four times. Each time she was bending my will to her. I was reaching the breaking point. My nipples were still on fire and I needed to cum more than I ever had before. I was still on the edge of cumming, but I couldn't go over the top. My juices were pouring out of my pussy as she once again stopped eating me out. This time instead of picking up the crop or the dildo, however, she reached for the second dildo which also had a harness attached to it. As she was strapping it around her waist she told me one last time to confess why I was here or she would untie me and send me home. She didn't need to tell me what my reward would be if I told her my full story. Defeated at not being about to outlast her I confessed. She got on top of me and put the first inch of her dildo into my smoldering pussy but left the rest ready to thrust forward and me desperately trying to arch my hips upward.

"Peter is fucking my mother," I screamed. She pushed a little bit forward into my cunt. I moaned.

"I sucked his dick the first time I saw him," I confessed with a little more femcock as my reward.

I told her everything. She filled me up. I told her how I had masturbated dreaming about him, how I watched him fuck my mom at our house, how I sucked him off again, how I wore the balls for him at the swim meet, how he spanked me, how I watched him tie and fuck my mom on this bed, how she called him Master and how I came to be bound where she found me because I wanted the same thing.

The more I confessed, the deeper she penetrated me until she started pistoning the dildo in and out of me. Her breasts were rubbing my hyper sensitive nipples as she began to bang me harder than any man any had done before. There was no question I would not be able to hold back my climax. Although I knew Peter wanted his women to wait until he gave them permission to cum she had not said anything one was or the other on the subject so I didn't try to hold back. I would not have succeeded in doing so anyway. I was squealing and shaking as I climaxed on her cock. She didn't slow down at all. She just kept pounding me. There was no question she loved the control she had over me and wasn't about to give up her dominance. I was a babbling piece of meat by the time she finally pulled out of me. Like Peter she wanted to have me clean the strap on before she put it back away in the dresser drawer. I was still trying to catch my breath when she returned.

"You have a decision to make," she told me. "If you call Peter Master, you will also be serving me and will call me Mistress."

"I accept Mistress," I blurted out.

"No so fast eager little one," she cautioned. "If we accept you as our slave, you will be on call to attend to all our needs."

"I understand Mistress," I claimed.

"I could tell you were different from the usual girls Peter leaves me by the way you ate my pussy. You are inexperienced, but you were trying. Usually the girls have tongues like dead fishes. You will learn to be an expert in pleasing me. I called Peter while I was getting dressed and he told me about you and that you are a swimmer. We will work around your team schedule, but when we call you will come to us."

"Yes Mistress," I said more hopefully that this goddess was accepting me.

"At times we will have you service our friends and possibly use you in our business endeavors. Is that a problem?"

"No Mistress," I said with more than a little bit of noticeable worry in my voice. I didn't like the thought of being loaned out like a whore and didn't know what kind of business would need me. Then I wondered if my mom was getting the same lecture from Peter as she professed her need to serve him.

The woman seemed happy and began sliding her finger along my wet slit.

"I do so enjoy a slut who gets so wet from my touch. Are there any questions you want to ask?"

My first question was about what business they were in and why she thought I was there to "audition." She said that would be explained soon enough. Then I asked her about my mom. She told me Peter was giving her some preliminary training back at my house as she had been accepted as a "probationary" slave in their service. I asked if I was considered probationary as well and she said I was but not to worry, she could already tell I would do fine.

That made me feel good. Then I asked how many other slaves they had in their service. She said that was on a need to know basis and that at that moment, the only thing I needed to worry about was pleasing her and pleasing Peter. I didn't like that answer, but I didn't question it. I asked if she and Peter were married and she confirmed they were. I had one final question and that was what was her name.

"Mistress is all you need to call me," she told me bluntly, "but if you wish to be formal, Mistress Dasha is my full name. From now on you will also call my husband Master or Master Peter. You will also not speak unless spoken to, you will obey every order immediately without question, and always show deference to your superiors."

"Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Yes, Mistress or yes, Mistress Dasha!" she corrected me and before I could answer again she picked up the crop and snapped it on my thigh.

"Yes Mistress Dasha," I howled.

"Good. I need to make some arrangements so you rest for now. I will be back for you soon."

She turned on the vibe, low setting of course, left it leaning vertically on my pussy and turned to leave the room. I was shocked how fast my life had turned around that I'd just pledged myself to serve the Goddess Dasha as I watched her walk out, flip the light switch and turn off the light. If I could have moved I would have grabbed the vibe and jammed it into my soaking pussy. But I couldn't. I could only lie there and dream about her return as well as the return of my new Master.

As I lay in the bed I tried to listen to any sounds my new Mistress was making, but all was quiet. I was thinking of her pussy and how she had pledged to teach me the proper way to pleasure her. I was thinking of my new Master's cock and how to pleasure him and hopefully how he would pleasure me. Then it was time. Mistress Dasha reentered the bedroom. She looked even sexier than before if that was possible. She unhooked my binds and helped me from the bed. I rubbed my wrists to jump-start the blood circulation. I looked at her for direction, but I did not speak. I was trying to be a good slave and not speak unless I was spoken to first.

"Come with me," was all she said.

Mistress Dasha led me down the hallway to another bedroom. This one also had a private bathroom. Mistress explained to me that this would be my bedroom tonight. I was to go into the bathroom and use the toilet, then I should shower and then dress in the clothes she would put on the bed. I was then to come find her. I nodded that I understood. As I was walking into the bathroom and she was walking out the bedroom door she stopped and said on more thing.

"When you come looking for me, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees."

She then left the room leaving no opportunity for debate. I went into the bathroom and did my business. It was tough not to masturbate while I had a few minutes to myself. Even though I had just cum my body was demanding more. I took a quick shower and dried myself off. Then I walked back into the bedroom. My clothes, if you could call them that, we lying on the bed. To start with there were 4 leather cuffs. OK, I knew what those were for and quickly put them on my wrists and ankles. Next on the bed was a chainmail halter-top. There was a leather collar that buckled around my neck, which had about 15 thin chains hanging off of it, and attached to another leather strap that went around my belly button. The chains hung over my chest and rubbed against my nipples while the back was strapless.

There was nothing to wear as panties or a skirt, but the butt plug kit was back. I looked at the third size trying to decide if I should be daring, but I opted for the middle one that I had already worn once. I didn't think I was ready for the big one yet. Finally there was a pair of fuck me pumps, which looked remarkably like the ones my Mistress was wearing when she came home tonight. I wondered if they were the same ones. Sliding them on my feet they were big on me. That would make walking in them even harder, but since I had to crawl to my Mistress, I guess that wouldn't be a problem.

On my hands and knees I left the bedroom. I was starting to get an idea about the layout of their house but I didn't have a clue where my Mistress had gone so I had to go exploring. It took me a long time but I finally found her in the basement where they had a video projector and wonderful leather theater seats set up. Mistress was sitting in the center seat. Even from behind I could tell she was fingering her pussy as an image of a young girl being fucked hard played on the screen in front of her. I crawled around the chairs expecting her to have me take over, but I was wrong.

"Oh good, you are here," she said. She stopped masturbating, stood up and snapped her corset crotch back closed. "I have a gift for you."

I watched with fascination as she picked up a silver chain, which was sitting next to her. I thought at first it was a necklace but then I realized it was longer and had a handle at one end and a clasp at the other. I quickly realized it was a leash. Then I realized the halter I was wearing had a D-ring connector in the front. Quickly the leash was attached to my collar. It was a thin metal that I'm sure I could break, but the symbolism was unmistakable. I now belong to her.

"From now on when you enter this house you will do so from the side garage door. We will give you the security code. Just inside the garage is a locker. You will strip naked and place your clothes neatly in the locker. We may check that you followed this simple order and take care of your clothes. If you just toss them in and we notice you will be punished. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"You may find an outfit to wear. If you do not, you are to remain naked. You may also find other written instructions. If you do you must follow them exactly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied again. My pussy juice was flowing freely just thinking about these first few rules.

"When you are at the house you can assume you are the low person on the totem pole unless we tell you otherwise. We have many guests who will know you are our sub, but most of them will not have free reign to use you without our permission. You will learn quickly your place. If there ever is a doubt about whether to follow the instruction of a guest I want you to err on the side of completing the task unless it is outside our agreed upon limits. If a guest exceeds their authority with you, Peter or I will deal with them. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress. It is. May I ask a question?" I said hopefully not sure if that violated the rule against talking only when I was talked to.

"Yes, my pet," Mistress Dasha responded. "You may ask questions provided you show deference to my superiority. If it is inappropriate I will tell you."

"What are limits?" I asked.

"A good question," she told me. I felt good for having asked something she did not deem was a waist of her time.

"We believe in safe, sane play. Your actual limits will be discovered as we train you to be the perfect sub slut. I can tell you neither Peter nor I have any interest in scat play, although we both obviously enjoy anal play and occasionally watersports. (I started making a list in my head to research later on the Internet.) We also don't do anything with animals or allow anyone under the age of 18 to participate. Everyone must also consent to participate. You will need to provide a video confession that you are here of your own free will, but we will get to that later. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for explaining that to me."

"Let's begin your training shall we?" she said although I knew it wasn't really a question. "Peter should be home soon from your mom's and I want to be sure you are ready. I wouldn't want that pretty little ass of your spanked againÉ at least not yet."

Mistress Dasha began by explaining that when I was with a superior I should always crawl (or walk if instructed) two steps behind and to the right if space allowed. This made it easy for my Dom(me) to hold my leash or at least gave my inferior position in the relationship a physical presence. She had me crawl behind her around the basement to show me what she expected. She then had me stand. She released the silver chain leash making sure if fell between my breasts.

"If your leash is released, it must always hang between your breasts if you are standing or sitting upright. If you are laying down and you have not been given conflicting orders, it should also be between your breasts and laying on your stomach. Obviously if you are bound you may be released from this rule unless your bondage is such that you have some control of your leash's placement. For exampleÉ"

Mistress Dasha had me lay down on my back with my hands underneath me. My leash was off to the side of my left breast. She explained that from this position I should be able to rock my body such that the chain would move into the proper position. I she watched me closely as I tried to flip the chain between my boobs. She seemed amused that on three occasions it hit my nipple instead and fell back to the side. Finally I got the chain where it belonged.

"You'll have to practice that move as usually you will not have as much freedom of movement. But it is a good start and you have earned a reward."

Her reward was conspicuously like a punishment as she ran her finger over my clit several times. It wasn't that it didn't feel great. It did. But of course I craved more of her touch and a few seconds of her long nails teasing me was torture knowing my ultimate release was not forthcoming. Then she had me stand again. I kept my arms behind my back, but it was much easier to flip my leash into position.

"Now I want you to stand straight and put your hands on the back of your head," my Mistress lovingly commanded. As I did she added a command to spread my legs.

"This is the inspection pose. We will do it frequently so learn it well. When you arrive expect that we will check that you followed whatever instructions were in the locker. We will also check that any other instruction we gave you were completed. If we have guests a reinspection may be appropriate."

She walked around me examining my skin. She squeezed my ass and fondled my tits. She then rubbed my pussy and pushed two fingers inside of me.

"Your pussy must always be wet and ready for us should we desire to use your hole. I doubt that will be an issue for you given how much juice just gushed on my fingers. However if you are not prepared when you arrive, masturbate in the car before entering the garage. When we call you at a specific time we usually will have need of your services quickly so you need to be prepared. You must always be on time so take the necessary time to arouse yourself in the car into account."

I noticed she didn't ask if I understood. It hardly mattered as I definitely did. I also agreed with her that staying aroused around them would not be a problem. Mistress Dasha then tugged on my butt plug and wiggled it a bit.

"Your ass is nice and tight, just the way we both like them. Tomorrow before you leave you will get your first butt fucking. Don't worry, it will not be Peter yet. That will come soon enough but not until you are ready. Now let me give you a tour of the house. Crawl behind me."

I dropped to my knees quickly after she took my leash in her hand. It was a challenge to crawl fast enough as she walked at a determined pace, but I managed to scamper behind successfully with her tugging my leash only a couple of times.

Mistress showed me around the house spending extra time in the kitchen explaining where everything was located. She explained that one of my duties would be to serve them whatever meals or drinks were required while I was here. Since I assumed this would primarily be on weekends I wondered what other slave girls they had during the week. I wondered how often my mom would be filling that role.

She also took me into the garage. The concrete floor was cold on my hands and knees. She showed me a bank of lockers. There were four of them. The first one had a piece of masking tape with the name Cathy written on the top. That must have been my mom's locker. It had an unlocked padlock on it and was empty. The second locker was locked and had my clothes in it. Mistress must have transferred them from Peter's desk. The third locker had a nametag that read "Susan." It also had some kind of bodysuit in it. I couldn't get a good look but it appeared to be made of latex possibly. I wondered if I would be getting such an outfit. The fourth was empty with no nametag. I guessed there were three of us in service at this time. Mistress picked up the roll of tape and a black Sharpie from a nearby shelf.

"Am I right in thinking your mom doesn't know that Peter brought you here?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "At least I don't think so."

"I need to mark your locker, but I will permit you to use your middle name if you want to try to hide your submission from her a while longer."

"Thank you mistress," I said. "My middle name is Ann."

My Mistress tore off a short piece of tape. "You know she is going to find out soon enough. It has been dumb luck you have not been caught yet."

"Yes, Mistress. I understand. But please let us not rush when that may happen."

She must have agreed because she stuck the tape on the locker and wrote Ann on it. Then she appeared to think for a moment and pulled the tape off. I was worried that she decided that hiding from my mom wasn't a good idea. Instead she put it on the fourth locker.

"It's too cute by half to use your middle name but put your locker next to her's. She may think it is strange that we have a slave that shares your middle name. If I put you to the right of Susan she may just think it is happy coincidence."

I was sure mom would question our subterfuge, but since Mistress Dasha had spoken, the issue was resolved and not open for discussion. She then had me follow her out into the back yard. As I crawled along I felt like I was her dog she was talking for a walk. Their yard was expansive with a typically large California pool. As it was a huge piece of property in the Hills, the yard was very private although there was no fence.

"Does my pet need to go to the bathroom?" Mistress Dasha cooed in a condescending voice. "Just kidding," she added after a long pregnant pause. "I'll humiliate you for fun, but making you piss outside isn't my thing. I can't say the same for my guests though, especially if we are having a party. Things can get a little wild."

I nodded my head. I did not want to pee out there.

Mistress then had me stand. "Let's see how well you walk behind me."

She led me around the yard and I matched her pace staying two steps behind her and offset to the right. She was still holding my leash that was strung taunt over her shoulder. If the neighbors could see us we must have made an interesting sight. Mistress Dasha in her revealing corset, stockings and heels and me basically naked except for the chainmail, butt plug, heels and following her attached to a leash. Although I thought the yard was private and that we were cloaked in the gray shadow of indirect light, there was one set of eyes following my every step with the aid of a night vision spotter's scope.

As we headed back toward the house I saw the bright lights of a car pull into the driveway. I assumed it was Peter. Mistress Dasha changed her direction and led me through the side yard to the front of the garage. This was far less private. I could see a couple other houses now and they had lights on. She stopped, standing about three feet in front of the garage door and told me to kneel. My head was spinning being so exposed in a semi-public place. The front yard had much more light and I heard at least two cars drive past while I waited for Peter to exit his car and greet us. When he did he looked down at me approvingly.

"You are a natural just like your mother, Brittney," he said. All of a sudden my nervousness about being exposed to their neighbors vanished. I was where I belonged.

"I am sure you would prefer to be inside, but if I asked you to suck my cock right here, would you do it?"

I looked down at the ground before confessing that I would.

"And how about properly servicing your Mistress' pussy. Would you do that right here as well?"

I thought about that for a moment. I wasn't questioning where I would do it. That was a given. But I wanted to give him a more truthful and thoughtful answer.

"Master, I would welcome the opportunity to pleasure my Mistress, but this humble slave does not believe she has had enough practice to do it properly yet."

I looked up long enough to see him smile and then look at his wife to confirm with her that I had given an excellent response.

"Not to worry, pet, you will receive all the training and practice you need to become an excellent cunnophile. I have few complaints about your skills as a filatrix as well. How about fucking me right here, right now while you simultaneously eat your Mistress' pussy."

My breathing was getting heavy as all this sexual talk any my confessions were turning me on. "Of course master," I breathlessly replied worried that he might actually do it. "I am here to serve both of you in any way I can for your pleasure."

Master Peter commented that his wife had brought me along very quickly. "You'll have to give me a recap of your evening later," he said. "Her mom's on board but she isn't nearly so agreeable just yet. Maybe I'll turn you loose on her tomorrow afternoon to get her up to speed."

"Did you screw Thomas tonight like you planned?" Peter said addressing his wife. "I bet he's watch us right now."

"No doubt he is and yes I did," Dasha replied. "I told him you were leaving me a new pet. He wants to come over for breakfast, damn horned dog. I did his dad too. Brittney was nice enough to clean their cum out of me when I came home."

"Oh she did, did she?" he said with a disbelief in his voice. "She just met you."

"Actually she had not even met me yet. She tied herself up on the bed and put on a blindfold. I just sat on her face and she was good enough to drink every drop."

"I knew she was a natural sub the first time she sucked my cock," he said proudly. "We'll if Richard is watching, let's give him a little show before we take her in to play."

I certainly didn't like the sound of that. I was even more shocked when their idea for a little show was for me to turn and face their neighbor's house, sit down on my ass, spread my legs and play with myself.

"This may be your last chance to cum tonight, slut, so you had better enjoy yourself. We'll be back in a little while," my new Master told me.

With that they walked back into the house, shut the garage and left me alone naked on the driveway. I didn't know who this Richard was whom they spoke of and maybe it was all a ruse to test me. But given the opportunity to cum I wasn't about to waste it on technicalities like sitting in the driveway or having some horn dog watch me. If fact, I channeled both thoughts and began to rub my swollen pussy. It had been craving action for hours now and I knew I would cum quickly if they allowed it and didn't return too quickly.

I imagined some slob of a guy in a second floor bedroom watching me while he strokes his puny cock. I rubbed my clit furiously and tweeked my nipples. I wondered what my Master and Mistress were doing inside. Preparing some new task for me no doubt. Visions of Mistress' breasts and the sweet taste of her pussy along with memories of Master's amazing cock brought me closer to the release my body craved. If I really had an audience and they had not just been joking with me to test whether I would really do this, I hoped he would cum at the same time I did. I pictured him shoot long stringy ribbons of cum against his window as my body released its pent up sexual energy. I was not quiet either. There was no way I could be. Anyone outside in the neighborhood would have heard me screaming in ecstasy. I'm sure my Master and Mistress would hear me inside as well. I hoped I made them proud.

As good as my orgasm was, my body wasn't satisfied. My pussy continued to pulse. They had not told me one orgasm was my limit, although I knew that was Master's preference, so I continued to play with myself and tried to Jill off one more time before they returned.

I now pictured Richard looking out of the streaky window, his wife having discovered what he was doing from his own sounds of release. I imagined she was disgusted with him, but aroused by watching what got him off. I rolled over on my hands and knees into the position Mistress Dasha had taught me. Instead of crawling to safety, however, I spread my legs and reached between them to continue to finger my clit. I imagined Richard's wife was really his Domme and that she had a collection of strap-ons that she used on him. (Parenthetically tomorrow I would learn how far off I was on my fantasy, but for the time being it was bringing me close to another climax very rapidly.) Having already cum on Mistress Dasha's fake cock tonight I now pictured being impaled from behind from the neighbor lady. Mistress said she wanted a good pet so of course he would want the neighbor to fuck me from behind. I imagined her leaning against the glass fingering herself as Richard leaned back spent in his chair. Then I pictured Mistress Dasha wearing her strap-on pushing it into my mouth while her neighbor plowed my field. Maybe Master would join us and give me his cock or maybe after my ass was broken in all three would use me at the same time!

It was too much for my mind to comprehend at the moment and I started to cum again and then a third time. I was getting worn out like I'd seen happen to my mom. I wondered if that was the plan. Maybe Peter was tired from training my mom. Maybe he planned to go to sleep. Maybe they just wanted to see how long I would continue to make myself orgasm on their driveway.

The answer to the last question was four. The answer to the other questions was a resolute no. They still had plans for me. Eventually Peter came back outside. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't wearing pants, that his cock was hard or that he expected me to suck him off on the driveway. I also wasn't surprised that I tasked his wife on his dick and that after cleaning him off he chose not to finish in my mouth. He stood next to me and stroked my hair like he was petting his dog.

While my lust was temporarily satisfied from the five orgasms (1 on the bed, 4 on the driveway) I had already, I was in no way less in need of feeling his cock inside of me and of feeling his cum pumping into my pussy or mouth. When I was done cleaning him and he was done teasing me with the thought that he might give me a big load to savor, he took my leash and I crawled back into the house following him diligently. Mistress Dasha was still in her corset. I had guessed maybe she would have slipped into something more comfortable, but I suppose she wanted to make sure I remembered she had dominion over me. I could hardly forget as Master Peter was tugging on my leash, but I was pleased nonetheless to see her still wearing her sexy outfit. I noticed the crotch strap was unhooked, no doubt from their recent fuck. I wondered if I was going to have to clean her out as well. Actually I hoped I would have to clean her out as well.

"Based on the security camera footage, I would say you did very well on the driveway," Mistress commended me. I thanked her for the kind words.

"Your Master gave me a good screwing while we watched you. But trust me, I am not satisfied and I doubt you are either. "

"No Mistress, I am not," I replied.

My Mistress stood up and took my leash from my Master's hand. She told me to stand and follow. She led me back downstairs. Peter followed about a minute later. We had been standing in the theater area. Peter held up a key and opened another door. Inside that room was a large bed, shelves holding an adult bookstore worth of sex toys, a sex swing and what I immediately recognized as a Sybian. I'd read stories about them and seen pictures online but I never thought I'd see one in person. There were also two video cameras on tripods.

"This is where the auditions are usually held," Mistress explained. That is why I was surprised to find you in my bed."

"I didn't tell you, but I produce adult videos for a living," my Master confessed. "We do a wide variety of styles under many company names, but if you want to work for us, you have probably been in this room."

I started to get nervous. Did they expect me to perform in their movies? What about my mom? I wondered if they anticipated filming us together? My guts were churning and my arousal was fading as he told me about their companies. They could tell my enthusiasm was waning so they assured me a life in adult films was not their plan for me. They just wanted me as a "good little sex slave" as my Mistress described. Peter explained there was always a new girl trying to break into the industry to play with, but a quality submissive as they hoped I would become was worth her weight in gold. I'm not sure I really believed them, but what could I do? My Mistress explained a new game for the three of us to play.

"I know you are desperate to get his cock into that tight pussy of yours my pet," she began. "But I'm not sure I'm ready to share with you just yet. I'm more concerned with you learning to control your orgasms. So here's the deal. You are going to hop onto that Sybian like a good little slut. I'll keep it on low while you get adjusted to it and while you lick my pussy and suck his cock so we're ready to fuck again."

I didn't like the sound of this game so far, but I do remember thinking how nice it was that a 40 something couple still had the hots for each other enough to fuck again just 20 minutes after already doing it.

"Then I will turn the machine on high. I know you will not last long. I've known plenty of girls like you. You seem prim and proper on the outside, but when you get some good loving you turn into a hellcat who can't stop cumming. No matter. If you do a good job preparing me, I'll cum quick on his cock too. So we'll have a little competition. If I cum first and Peter doesn't cum, I'll let him fuck you. If you cum first, we'll put you to bed without the reward you crave. How does that sound?"

"I'd rather you just let him fuck me, Mistress. I'll be happy to eat your pussy while he does. I'll do it real good," I promised.

"This will be more fun," she said. "And a sub never gets cock until her Mistress is satisfied," and that was the end of that discussion.

Although my arousal had diminished somewhat with the discussion of them being in the adult film business, I was still plenty wet enough to slide down the small dildo mounted on the top of the Sybian. True to her plan, Mistress Dasha turned the ultimate vibrator on low and the dildo sprung to life. Out of reflex I put my hands down in front of my thighs and grabbed the front of the leather-clad device.

"I thinks she likes it," my Master said speaking the plainly obvious. His cock began springing back to life as he watched me sit and simmer.

Mistress Dasha was in less of a mood to talk. She walked in front of me and pulled back the crotch of her corset. Her pussy was pink and delicious looking. She strongly griped my head and pulled my mouth into position. I relished the control she had over me and dove my tongue deep into her wet pussy. She clearly did not need me to prepare her for Master's cock again. I'm sure she was just on a power trip from forcing me to eat her. But I figured if I could get her closer to orgasm I might actually win this competition so I gave it my all. She was moaning and grinding her pussy on my face and I thought I might make her cum right then and there. But before that could happen, she released the death grip she had on my head and stepped back. I was proud to see she staggered just a bit.

"Your turn," she said to Master Peter.

His cock was already hard. No doubt he had stroked himself while watching me eat his wife. But as he wrapped his hand through my hair I knew his assertion of dominance was more important than the suck job I was giving him. Like I had done for Mistress, I gave him a couple of minutes of oral service before he let go of my hair and all I could think about the fire in my loins the Sybian was generating. And it was still on low, I realized. I was doomed, but I was sure that was their plan from the beginning.

Mistress picked up the control box and flipped it to the high setting. The only thing that made the buzzing seem quiet was the fact that my moans were so loud. I'd never experienced a feeling like that before. I was trying to push up off the base because it was so intense. I'd never hold back cumming on the devious device. My only saving grace was maybe my improving oral talents and watching me squirm might let Mistress cum quickly. But I doubted it. When she took her position for his cock I realized I had been scammed.

Still standing in front of me Mistress turned 90 degrees and bent over so she was grabbing her own ankles. She was about three feet in front of me. Master Peter then took up his position behind her and slowly eased his angry looking cock (I had learned he used it as a weapon so I thought it looked angry) slowly into her waiting pussy. Leisurely he began to fill her and then pull out. I could see her juices coating his manhood. I had no doubt I'd be licking his cock clean after I lost the competition. My field of vision was filled with her taking what I craved most of all.

He didn't pick up speed. He was slowly fucking her and she showed no signs of not being able to hold her lust in check. The same could not be true for me. It was a losing battle. The wild action of the Sybian, watching the object of my lust slowly penetrating his wife and coming out glistening was too much for me. I came and came hard. Mistress Dasha laughed. Master Peter chimed in "no cock for you tonight." It was too much for me. I came again. I think that was number 7 for the evening.

Mistress disengaged from Master's cock, at least temporarily and turned the Sybian back down to minimum. She said she wanted me to simmer a little more while I watched the proper way to fuck my Master. Damn. I knew the proper way I just never had the opportunity.

She had him lay down on the floor in front of the Sybian. Then climbed over him in a reverse cowgirl so I could watch as she slid down onto his pole. She had no trouble taking his full length into her. As I continued to stew on the Sybian, she began to buck and grind like a pro. I couldn't take my eyes off her. His balls looked tight as she bounced up and down on his cock. I wasn't sure if I should watch his penetration or the swell of her breasts fighting to burst free of the corset or if I should look her deep into her eyes as the look of lust expressed itself on her model perfect face. In the end I decided on looking at all three as the sound of her passion rang in my ears. My own arousal was starting to peak again despite the low setting. I was dangerously close to losing for a second time when, with a howl, she came forcefully. This triggered Peter who finally grunted. I watch him thrust his hips upward after having laid remarkably still during her assault on his cock. I watch a post orgasmic glow spread across her face and chest. I was so jealous even though I had cum just minutes before. When she dismounted I saw his cock deflating but it was coated in a sloppy mess with a mixture of her fluids and his cum.

She left me on the Sybian while I licked her pussy clean, of course. And yes I cleaned him as well. And of course I begged for them to turn the Sybian back on high for just a few minutes. With an evil grin she did, but only for a few seconds and then she said it was time for bed leaving me as sexually frustrated as I'd ever been before.

And so I found myself crawling behind her with Master Peter behind me swatting my ass every so often up to my guest bedroom. She let me go to the bathroom again, although she also stood in front of me and watched so I wouldn't masturbate. It was humiliating to say the least, but I didn't really care. Then it was onto the bed where they both efficiently tied me spread eagle to the four corners of the bed. Mistress Dasha then walked out of the room and Master Peter straddled my chest to feed me his deflated cock once again. I wasn't about to object as I tried to suck it back to hardness. Maybe he was going to fuck me after all.

Alas his ability to control his desire to penetrate me was steadfast. Mistress returned with a small contraption with a white wire hanging off of it and some medical tape. The device was a butterfly vibrator she taped over my clit. She ran the wire off the edge of the bed taping it to my thigh to hold it in place. She must have plugged the wire into a control box under the bed because it sprung to life. But then it stopped.

Master Peter's cock was growing stronger by the moment. It was quite amazing for a man his age. As he became fully erect he leaned forward and began pushing his cock into my throat like he had done at my mom's house. Of course I was extremely relaxed by then so I had no trouble taking him. Then the butterfly buzzed again. I was in heaven. This continued for a few minutes. I was praying he would shoot directly in my mouth instead of having to savor his cum from his wife's pussy. But I'm sure you realize that wasn't part of their plan. They enjoyed teasing me far too much. Or maybe they were training me. I don't know but I was already going crazy with lust again.

Peter popped his cock out of my mouth and slid down my body until he was poised at the entrance to my cunt. Pussy was too nice a word for right then. I pleaded with him to fuck me, but like at my mom's he was happy to only give me the first inch or so. What a sight I must have been as I begged him to fuck me and then begged Mistress Dasha to reward me for the service I had given her and convince her husband to fuck me properly. She just started stroking my head saying I was a "good girl" and that if I pleased them in the morning she promised "I would get fucked" and that I should trust them.

Master Peter has slid out of me and was rubbing his cock up and down my dripping pussy. Since the butterfly covered the top of my slit I hoped he wouldn't scrap his awe-inspiring cock. I suppose the vibrations I felt were good for him too. His face was contorted and I thought he was going to cum again. Before he did that he slid forward once again this time straddling my waist. Mistress Dasha continued to stroke my head and said she was proud of me as he pushed my boobs together, as best he could because of their size, spit down between them and then slid his cock into my makeshift cleavage. I'd never been titty-fucked before. My boyfriend probably never thought of doing it.

Mistress Dasha now leaned over and kissed me deeply. I'm sure that was for Master Peter's benefit as well because he began pumping is cock harder. Seconds later I heard him say "now." Mistress Dasha quickly pulled back and he stood up. Towering over me he grabbed his cock and pumped. It wasn't a big load that dripped out of him, but it was enough to get some on my chest and face as well as make the room smell of sex. Well some of that was from me and some was from Mistress Dasha, but you get the idea.

They said their goodnights. Mistress fiddled with the control box under the bed. I fell fast asleep as Master's cum dried on my skin. All night I had sexy dreams. In the morning I learned the control box was set to wait two hours, I guess to get me in a good REM sleep cycle and then turn on and off every couple of minutes. Whatever the reason I woke up hornier than I ever had before. And I remembered my Mistress' promise that if I was a good girl I'd get fucked that morning. And I could be a very good girl when I wanted to be.

Chapter 4

I woke from a restless night horny and wet, just the way I'm sure my new owners designed. Erotic dreams filled my subconscious and the remote butterfly made sure I'd be teased, but not experience the sexual release I craved. Master Peter had told me I would serve him until noon. Looking at the alarm clock I was horrified to realize it was already 9am. But bound to the bed as I was, there was little I could do about it.

Fortunately Mistress Dasha walked into my room shortly after I woke up. She unhooked the cuffs and took off the maddening butterfly. She also rubbed my slit to confirm what she undoubtedly expected. Next was the bathroom. I really had to pee as I was accustomed to getting up much earlier. My Mistress couldn't help but use my stop in the bathroom to further torment and train me. I sat on the toilet, naked, while she stood in the doorway and stared at me. Her instructions made it clear I was to hold my pee until she gave me permission to use the toilet. She told me to squeeze my Kegel muscles to hold back my urine. She said she would give me exercises to do during the week to strengthen them and that even though my pussy was tight, she would teach me how to use my muscles to milk a cock and make any man shoot. Yeah, any man but Master Peter I thought.

Satisfied that I had held it long enough or that I had been suitably humiliated having her watch me, Mistress gave me permission to satisfy my bodily functions. I really wanted to satisfy a different function but she didn't have to tell me that was off limits. I already knew that rule. She then told me to shower, "because I smelled like a whorehouse at low tide," and that she would set out my clothes. I was to meet them in the kitchen when I was done. I had 15 minutes. Fortunately she didn't stay to watch and I was able to give my clit a few quick rubs in the shower and use the shower head for some pleasurable high pressure spray, but I didn't dare cum and I didn't dare waste too much time.

Emerging from the shower and walking back into the bedroom I realized it wouldn't take long to get "dressed" if that is what you could call it. Of course I expected to be naked while I served them breakfast and in truth I basically would be. Gone was the chainmail halter-top. In its place was a leather dog collar with a nametag that said "princess," leather wrist and ankle cuffs (no surprise) a thin leather dog leash instead of the metal one from last night and of course a butt plug. This wasn't like yesterday's plugs, however. This one had a tail. Flowing from the back of the plug were long strands of real hair. They looked like horsehair to me. I knew Mistress wanted me to be her pet and both of them had treated me like you would treat a dog. I guess now they wanted me to look like one as well.

This plug was a little wider than the second one from last night so it took a good push and some grunting on my part to get it in. But as my ass snapped around it I felt wonderfully full. Looking at myself in the mirror I wiggled my butt to watch my tail flip back and forth. It was deliciously kinky. I wondered what other treats my Mistress and Master had in store for me. I knew they expected me to be dressed by now so I quickly crawled out of the room and toward the living room. I didn't find them there so I tried the kitchen next. It was empty but I did find a note that told me to serve them coffee on the patio and to be sure to bring a glass of milk. It also said I was allowed to walk as crawling with two cups of coffee would not work out too well.

There were two cups on a tray and a full pot of coffee on the countertop. They didn't specify whether they used sugar so I quickly searched the cabinets for a pair of small dispensers and filled one with sugar and then poured some milk in the other. I didn't find cream in the refrigerator so I figured I was good to go. I poured the coffee and then carried the tray out to the patio.

My Master and Mistress were sitting at a table reading the Sunday paper. They were wearing robes, greeted me warmly and did not mention whether I took too long getting ready or not. I stood next to them not sure what was expected of me or what I should do next. My master took a sip of his coffee (he took it black) and then put his hand on my rear caressing it firmly. He then reached between my legs and began rubbing his fingers along the outside folds of my pussy. My Mistress was the first to speak.

"Good morning pet," she began. We would like scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, toast and fresh squeezed orange juice for breakfast. There is an apron hanging in the pantry you may wear while you prepare the food but take it off before you return."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. I then turned and walked back into the house. As the cool air conditioned air hit my body I realized I had just been outside naked again, this time in broad daylight, and it didn't bother me. Heck I had not even realized it. I hurried back into the kitchen and got all the ingredients out needed to prepare the meal. I didn't bother putting the apron on as I had begun to enjoy being naked in their house. I had to be careful when the bacon grease began to splatter a little, but I managed. Within 15 minutes I had our breakfast ready and I put everything on another tray and brought it outside.

"Thank you pet," my Master greeted me. I was glad he seemed pleased with my efforts.

"Yes, thank you, pet," my Mistress added. "Before you eat however, I need an orgasm and you need your pussy eating practice."

I watched as my Mistress opened her robe to reveal her perfect body was naked underneath it. She spread her legs and I immediately took a position between them. My Master and Mistress carried on their Sunday breakfast conversation as if there was nothing weird that I was eating her out. She gave me a few instructions, but mostly seemed content to sit there, eat breakfast and read the paper while I pleasured her. Master Peter ignored me. They discussed having the neighbors over later (I wondered if it would be before I left at noon) and also going over to my house to introduce my mom to Mistress Dasha. I tried not to listen and just concentrate on pleasuring my Mistress. After about 10 minutes I estimated, I was rewarded with giving her an orgasm. She made sure I understood how much pleasure and satisfaction I should feel because I made her cum. She then stood up and said she had to get something in the house and I should see to my Master's needs next. Then I would be allowed to eat.

I turned toward Master Peter. Obviously I was not shocked when he opened his robe and he too was naked underneath. Taking his cock in my mouth certainly was a pleasure. One that I hoped would end in a creamy reward. I diligently did my duty licking and sucking his manhood. I also nibbled the tip while stroking his shaft (taking advantage of having free hands for a change) to try and finally make him cum in my mouth. I heard my Mistress return, but I didn't stop to look up. Master Peter continued to read the paper almost oblivious to the fact that I was giving him a killer blowjob. Finally I felt his cock swell. I was excited to say the least, although I half expected him to pull out and give me a facial. But he didn't. He did fill my mouth with sweet, salty cum. And yes, I did feel pleasure as my Mistress had instructed me that I should. I also felt pride at finally getting him off. I licked him clean without being told and then turned to look at my Mistress for further instructions.

"Crawl over here," she said, "and get your breakfast."

I crawled around the table. Apparently when she went back into the house she retrieved a dog dish because I know it wasn't on the table when I first brought the food out. But it was there now and my breakfast, it looked like Special K, was in it. Mistress poured the milk into the bowl, put it on the patio and left me to stick my head down while on my hands and knees and eat.

Wave after wave of humiliation washed through my body. She had told me she wouldn't make me go to the bathroom in the yard, but after this could that be far behind? She reached down and patted my head as I moved my mouth around trying to eat. If you have never put your head in a bowl like that and tried to eat it is not easy. But I had to admit, with every new method she chose to express her dominance over me, I fell deeper and deeper under her spell. I admit I had never told any of my boyfriends that I loved them, but I was dangerously close to telling Mistress Dasha I loved her.

When I finished eating I looked up at her. She looked down at the bowl. Apparently satisfied she told me to stand up and get into the inspection position. Of course I did without hesitation. Standing next to her with my legs spread it was simple for her to slide a finger into my pussy. We both knew she would find it wet.

"Your face is a mess," she began. I was disappointed because I interpreted that as a criticism. "But that is to be expected when you eat like an animal. Crawl back to your bathroom and wash up. There are some new accessories for your outfit. We will be having guests soon so hurry up."

With a wave of her hand she dismissed me. Master Peter, apart from cumming in my mouth, was still reading the paper and didn't seem interested in what his wife was doing. I truly had become a toy to be used for their kinky pleasure and I loved it. I wondered what I would be doing for their friends and what new accessories Mistress had put out for me.

I hurried into the house and back to my bedroom. I saw an outfit on the bed, but I didn't take time to stop and admire it, yet. I quickly washed up in the bathroom. I was about to walk back to the bed to grab the outfit when I caught myself and dropped to my knees. Nobody was watching (I think) but I wanted to crawl anyway. When I reached the bed I stood back up and picked up an unusual outfit. Then I recognized it. It looked like the suit I'd seen in the locker downstairs. It was made of a shimmering white material.

"It's latex," I heard my Mistress call out from the bedroom door.

I looked up to see her standing in the door. She had lost her robe between the pool and my door. I practically started drooling as I drank in her beauty. I examined the suit. I'd see catsuits before and had even worn one for working out. In a way, other than the material, it wasn't that different from the tech suit I wore for swim meets. But this one was different. (duh) Along the head were fake ears and by the hands and feet were fury paws. The back also had white fur. When I picked it up I also noticed the knees had a built in gel pad. I looked back at my Mistress.

"You didn't think I'd just give you a tail plug and that would be the end, did you?" she asked. "I know you saw Susan's suit in her locker. It is similar to yours, but it is a cat. You two are my pets."

I nodded that I understood, although I'm not sure I did. Mistress Dasha then walked into the room.

"I'll help you this time to get dressed," she said. "It can be tricky if you have never worn latex."

Mistress removed my collar and cuffs first. The second step was to liberally apply talcum powder over my body to allow the latex to slide a bit on my skin. Without it I think it would have been impossible to get the skintight material to slide up my legs. I'd never worn anything so constricting. My Mistress had me sit on the edge of the bed. The feeling of her hands caressing my legs was so sensual as she tugged and then smoothed the suit that I know my breathing became more shallow and rapid and I'm sure she could smell my appreciation, as her head was right in front of my pussy.

As she continued to work the suit up my body I continued to become more excited. God how I wanted her to bury her mouth in my crotch as she worked the thin, skintight material over my thighs. Her face was perfected positioned. All she had to do was lean forward. I could feel her hot breath over my pussy, but she ignored my needs. As the suit reached the back of my thigh, she had me stand up. My legs were a little wobbly, not from the cat suit but from the heat and ache in my pussy. Mistress was now kneeling in front of me. That was a switch in positions. She obviously knew the effect she was having on me. But unlike me, who would have never been able to resist grabbing her ass and pressing my lips to her wet, smelly pussy, my Mistress seemed unfazed by the aroused woman standing before her. She had me turn around and with little fanfare or care for my need to stretch, pulled my butt plug tail out of my ass.

She then had to tug the suit with force to get it over my swimmer's muscular ass. I wondered how I'd ever be able to do this by myself in the garage. As she tugged I "accidentally" leaned forward making contact with her face. For just a split second, I felt like my Mistress was eating me. Oh how I wanted her to bury her tongue in my pussy. I continued to sway accidentally on purpose as she tugged the latex over my backside. I'm sure she knew what I was doing, but she seemed amused more than upset and did not give me an order to stop it.

When the suit reached the small of my back she stood up. The suit had a long zipper up the back so it was more flexible now. She told me to bend forward and slid my arms into the sleeves. This was easier, but still a little bit of a challenge. When I stood back up the suit stretched pulling tightly against my crotch. Mistress then told me to exhale had squeeze my core while she zipped up the back. If I thought the suit was tight before it was nothing like it felt as she struggled to get the zipper all the way to my neck. But once it was in place, I had to admit as she had me spin in front of a mirror and look at myself, the suit looked incredibly sexy as it hugged my curves. OK, the fake dog parts were weird, but the painted on look of the latex was amazing and the sensory feel of it becoming a second skin had me tingling.

Mistress rubbed her hands over my chest "checking the fit" and the sensation was immediately transferred to my nipples. Looking again in the mirror I noticed that my small breasts had basically disappeared beneath the tight pressure of the suit, but my nipples were still prominent as she continued to rub her hands over my body. When Mistress slid her hand between my legs I gasped. This must have pleased her because she continued to rub me there with increasing pressure.

"I see my puppy likes her new suit," she cooed in a condescending tone. I knew she was asking me that rhetorically. There was no way to hide what I was feeling.

"Would doggie like her balls to play with?" she asked. At first I thought she was talking about a real ball she would throw and I would fetch. Then I realized she was talking about my Ben Wa balls. I nodded. This suit was much tighter than my swimsuit and I'd cum from the balls wearing that so wearing them now would be better, I theorized.

I wondered how she could put the balls inside of me after encasing me in my latex skin, but a hidden access flap built into the suit running from my pussy to my asshole easily remedied the problem. I guess I had been too focused on looking at my Mistress kneeling in front of me to notice it. When it was unhooked (I think it was Velcro) the suit lost just a little bit of its tension against my body, but not much. A strong whiff of my arousal reached my nose as she pulled the suit open. Instead of the balls, however, Mistress grabbed the butterfly I had slept with last night.

"I need to go get your balls. This will keep you occupied for a few minutes."

She put the butterfly on my clit, ran the control wire to the top of the opening, shut the suit and had me lay down on the bed. She must have reprogrammed the control box from sleep mode to tease mode. With me laying on the bed, the butterfly kept turning on and off in a pulse mode. On for 5 seconds, off for 5 second, over and over again. The latex kept the butterfly pressed hard against my clit. Much harder in fact than its straps had done last night. With this setting I felt like I could cum, but Mistress was far to skilled in teasing and controlling a submissive to allow that to happen. Still I could dream for a few seconds before she returned holding my devil balls. The butterfly control was switched off and I whimpered in disappointment. But I knew better than to complain. It wouldn't get me any nearer the orgasm I was craving.

With little pomp Mistress replaced the butterfly with the balls. My smell was even more overpowering when she opened the crotch access of the suit. By the time she was finally done with me I knew everyone in the house would be able to smell how excited I was from this treatment. Mistress then had me stand up and she put my collar and leash back on. As I was crawling behind her back to the living room I wondered how my ass looked encased in the shimmering latex. It must look great I imagined. Peter looked very pleased with how I looked when we entered the room.

Mistress ordered me to "sit" and I rocked back so my ass was on my feet, but my hands were still on the ground. This tightened the suit and my nipples really appreciated the motion. So did my clit. The act of crawling was so derogatory and humiliating, but the position also caused the balls to dance in my pussy. I would have followed them anywhere at that moment in order to get that stimulation. Master Peter walked around me to check me from all angles.

"Where's her tail?" he asked my Mistress.

"Oops, I forgot," she told him.

I never thought for a minute she had really forgotten. I'm sure it was just part of their game. Master Peter had me stand for inspection while Mistress went back to the bedroom to retrieve my tail. He'd already looked at me but I know he enjoyed running his hands over my body as I stood in front of him. He made sure to rub my nipples and then put his leg between mine and allowed me to rub myself against him. Much like when wearing the butterfly I'm sure I could have cum from this stimulation. But also much like when my Mistress was teasing me I knew he was too much in control to allow that to happen. He allowed me to put my arms around his neck for better balance so I could really start to hump his leg. Mistress seemed to be taking a long time retrieving my tail or maybe time was standing still has I humped and grinded myself shamelessly on his leg. I was getting close. I was whimpering and pleading with my eyes for permission to cum like the shameless slut I'd become in just two weeks. But of course they would have none of that.

Master Peter took my wrists in his hands. For a brief moment I thought he was going to drop my hands to his crotch and have me fish out his cock. After all what man could resist such as sexy young girl humping him? Instead he let go and pulled his leg back. Unprepared to support myself I fell to the floor. I was a crumpled mess of aroused slut when Mistress returned. She was holding my tail as I had expected but had also changed to what I would learn to call "full bitch mode" meaning a cat suit of her own (leather instead of latex though) with high heeled boots and holding a riding crop. She ordered me back to my hands and knees and kneeling in front of her. She then told me to hand her my leash, which I did quickly. She then led me to the couch where I stayed on my hands and knees in front of her when she sat down. She put her feet on my back and used me as a footrest.

"Do you know why I treat you this way?" she asked in a simple and direct way. I wasn't sure what kind of answer she was expecting so I just turned my head and looked at her inquisitively.

"Because I can," she answered her own question. "You are a needy little slut and I am your physical and emotional superior. You will do whatever I say without question and you will love me for it. The more sick and demented I treat you, the more you will love me and the more you will crave me."

"Yes Mistress," I said. I had to agree with her. I knew she was right.

"Peter," she continued. "Grab the lube and let's get our whore's tail back in her before our guests arrive."

I held my head down in shame as I remembered they had mentioned having guests this morning. My slutty ways were going to be seen by others. My humiliation would increase tenfold. But my stupid pussy didn't think that was a problem somehow. It was churning with need and I knew my juices were leaking out into the suit, a fact that would soon be discovered to my horror.

There was little ceremony to opening the access flap, greasing up the plug and pushing it back into my rectum. I was getting pretty good at taking that size although I was still worried about increasing it. As I knew she would, Mistress ran her hand forward after skewering with the plug and laughed at how wet I had become.

"We've got a live of here, Peter," she said proudly. "You did good bringing her to me instead of trying to keep her for yourself. This slut would do anything right now if I promised her an orgasm or a big dick. Isn't that right puppy?"

I didn't like being called puppy, but I had to admit my Mistress was 100% correct.

"With your tail in I can't close the access panel so my guest are going to be able to smell that pungent fuck hole you have. I wouldn't be surprised if they choose to check it for themselves. If they do be sure not to act surprised or try to stop them in any way. Also you may struggle to keep the balls in, but it is good exercise to keep that pussy nice and tight. If you drop the balls though, I will tan that ass of yours before sending you back to the dorm. You'll feel my wrath for a week every time you sit down. If you're a good girl, you'll get a reward, the memory of which will last a lifetime. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

For their amusement, Master Peter had me put my leash into my mouth and crawl around the room. I'm sure they just wanted me to struggle holding in the balls. They were doing their best to make my pussy gush and it was a challenge to hold them tight enough not to fall out. Part of me was assuming they wanted me to fail as an excuse to punish me. Part of me wanted to fail as an excuse to see what they would do. I didn't like the idea of having my ass hurt so much that I couldn't sit down for a week, but I also found it exciting that I would be forced to remember what was happening as well. My Master and Mistress were sitting on the couch watching my every move. I could see my Mistress' hand rubbing over my master's crotch. I could tell his cock was hard through his pants. He had is right arm around his wife's shoulder and his left hand was busy cupping her ample left breast. I assumed both were being turned on by watching me, so I added a little wiggle of my tail for their enjoyment. Then the doorbell rang.

"Please open the door slave," Mistress Dasha commanded. "After our guests enter I want you to be sure to greet them like a doggie would do."

I tried to think about how a dog would greet someone. Panting and wagging my tail I figured. I crawled toward the front door. The doorbell rang again. Fortunately I got to the door before they rang a third time. I hoped they wouldn't be upset that I took so long. I reached up and turned the doorknob. Pulling the door open I was greeted with the site of what I could only describe as a 100% normal looking suburban couple with a late teenage son. I'm not certain how I was expecting them to be dressed but they certainly did not look like they belonged inside this kinky house.

"I see Dasha has a new puppy," the older man who introduced himself as Robert exclaimed as he help out the back of his hand toward my face. I quickly realized he was making the gesture that you would when you meet a new dog so it can get your scent. This must not have been the first time they were introduced to one of Mistress' pets. As I had been instructed to greet them properly I leaned forward and took a strong whiff of his hand. I didn't smell anything. I leaned backward again and he patted my head.

Their son, Thomas, was next through the door and the process repeated. When he pat my head I turned slightly to see if his dad was watching but he was disappearing through the foyer as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Oh well. On to the mom, Carol, as she introduced herself. She was wearing a modest skirt and blouse combo. After I sniffed her hand she didn't pat my head. I looked up and her attention wasn't on me as she scanned the entryway for what I did not know. I soon found out. Apparently she was looking whether we were alone or not because instead of petting me she grabbed my head with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other. Heck, all she had to do was ask. Force wasn't necessary. But maybe that was her thing. She wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was already wet with anticipation. She pulled my head firmly against her mound and rubbed her juices on me. Then she pulled me away, dropped her skirt and walked around me leaving me stunned. I watched her disappear to join the group. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and shut the door. I then crawled back to the living room.

The group was conversing as if nothing was strange with having me dressed like a dog and Mistress Dasha dressed, well, like a Mistress. I wasn't sure what to do when I entered the room so I did the only thing I could think of and knelt down next to my Mistress. She barely acknowledged me for the first minute and then she asked our guests if I had greeted them properly. I was prepared to be praised and I was surprised when they said I had not. Mistress Dasha told Thomas to stand up, which he did without delay.

"Dog Brittney," my Mistress began. I felt humiliated being referred to that way. I would have much rather she just said Brittney or even Slave Brittney. Heck even slut Brittney would have been fine. "You've seen two dogs meet. What does a dog do when it meets another dog?"

I watched as Thomas turned his back to me and bent forward slightly. Now I understood. I crawled over to him and stuck my face against his ass. I then made an exaggerated sniffing sound. I saw Mistress Dasha begin to stand up so I sniffed again.

"No no no, you dumb bitch," she exclaimed. "Thomas, drop your pants."

I sat upright on my haunches as he began to unbuckle is pants. I assumed he would want his cock sucked. OK, I know he would want his cock sucked but I hoped that was what Mistress Dasha meant. Instead she grabbed my hair with her right hand and yanked down his underwear with her left. She then pulled my head forward and pushed it hard against his ass.

"Really get in there slut. Stick out your tongue. Rim his hole."

I stuck out my tongue immediately, but I wasn't digging what she was doing. Mistress Dasha laughed and asked Thomas if he had to fart. At least I didn't have to endure that as he said no. Thomas' mom and dad were laughing at our joint discomfort. When Mistress pulled me back and told Thomas to pull up his pants I noticed that he had started to get a hard on. He had a nice looking cock. I hoped I would get better acquainted to it soon.

Master Peter asked if our guests were hungry. They said they had been running late for church that morning so they skipped breakfast. He then ordered me to cook another breakfast for them. I crawled into the kitchen. I could feel all of their eyes on me. Throughout the trip I was clenching my pussy trying to keep the balls from falling out. As wet as I was it wasn't easy. I was relieved when I made it to the kitchen because I could stand for a few minutes. I set about making more eggs, bacon and toast. As I was working, Master Peter came into the kitchen.

"We will be in the dining room," he told me. "I want you to make 4 plates of food. You will serve our guests and your Mistress. At some point I will signal you." He made a nodding motion. "When you see that you are to crawl under the table and make our guests happy. Start with Carol. You looked so cute crawling around with her slime on your face I'm sure she would appreciate it. Plus since her husband fucked your Mistress last night we owe her one. Then do Robert and if there is time you can do Thomas."

I looked at the clock to see what time it was. It was already 11:15 and I had already decided that Master Peter was serious about cutting me off at noon. It was just like him for me to pleasure his friend right up until the time I was told our encounter would be over leaving me high and dry. Although he didn't say it, I knew I had to make his friends cum first if I wanted any pleasure for myself. Even if there was time he would probably say I had to do him and my Mistress again before I'd be allowed any pleasure. Such is the life of a sex slave I mused.

I walked into the dining room carrying two plates of food. Carol and her son were sitting on one side of the table so I served them first. My Master and Mistress were sitting opposite of each other on the ends. I looked at my Mistress for a hint of whether I was doing good or not, but couldn't get a read on her. Robert was sitting by himself opposite his wife. I brought his plate and the extra plate for Mistress Dasha. I then asked for permission to speak. When that was granted I asked what they would like to drink and hurriedly brought one coffee, one OJ and one Coke. I had forgotten about the balls as I had been focused on everything else until I had hurried to the kitchen. Their motion when I was moving fast hit just the right spot and I gushed a little. I had to cheat and push them back in with a finger as they threatened to fall out. I didn't get caught so no harm, no foul. I hurried back with the drinks. As I arrived I noticed the plate of food in front of my Mistress was empty already. I knew she couldn't have eaten that fast, especially since nobody else had eaten anything yet. Simultaneous to that thought I knew what had happened. I looked toward the living room and saw the dog bowl about 15 feet away from the table. My short time standing had come to an end.

I'm not sure I can adequately describe the feeling of crawling away from the table. My tail was hanging between my ass checks and my face was burning with shame. I couldn't see them but I'm sure all eyes were on me. My damn pussy didn't know that I shouldn't be enjoying this as it continued to leak juices down my thighs and the balls became harder and harder to hold inside of me. When I got to the bowl and confirmed the bacon and eggs were there I lowered my head. Of course my ass stayed high and on display. I felt wanton at that moment. I wanted any of the guys to step up and fuck me. Hell, I wanted all the guys to step up and fuck me. Carol and Mistress Dasha too. Mistress' strap-on would be fine. Heck, everyone fuck the slut. Why not? Come on everybody. Gangbang the whore.

While my mind was filled with nasty thoughts as I ate my second breakfast, my heart knew that wasn't going to happen. At least not yet. Master Peter had made it clear what he expected for me and I knew his friends would have to cum first before I got used. I ate as fast as I could trying to save as many minutes as possible in hopes of still getting myself good and fucked. I crawled back to the table when I was done. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long for the signal from Master Peter to crawl under the table. Carol must have been privy to his plans because she had already hiked up her skirt and was sitting slouched down so her pussy was hanging off the chair for easy access. Until that moment I'd only sucked my Mistress' pussy (I didn't count Carol just rubbing herself on my face) but I attacked Carol's with gusto. I wanted to prove myself and show I deserved a reward.

Fortunately Carol must have been equally excited about the prospect of have a girl less than half her age (I estimated based on Robert's age that she must be in her early 40's at least.) Her pussy was at least as wet as when she had rubbed it on my face. I knew my Mistress could exercise tremendous control over her orgasm and I hoped that Carol did not have that talent. I sucked her clit veraciously, darted my tongue in and out of her soft folds and licked up and down the length of her pussy. I even dared to go a bit south and rim her bunghole. Whether it was my improving skills, my unrivaled enthusiasm or her general level of horniness I'm not sure, but within a few minutes she had a noisy and juicy orgasm. I felt very proud of myself, but I knew my personal celebration would be short lived.

Chapter 5

I wondered what Carol, Richard and Thomas had in mind as they led me to their house next door to my Master and Mistress. I didn't have explicit permission to go with them, but had been told to take care of them so it seemed reasonable that I should follow them. Once inside their home Thomas disappeared to take a shower. I sort of expected Carol and Richard to rip my clothes off and ravage me. OK, I wanted them to rip my clothes off and ravage me. But instead they started talking to me like they were concerned parents looking out for their son. It was a unique family dynamic that was for sure.

Richard and Carol seemed like your typical suburban family. Their house was neat and organized and I saw no hint of their kinky activities or any other suggestion that they were the wild and crazy couple I experienced next door. I asked them how I could be of help.

They explained that while they don't partake in Master and Mistress' bondage and submissive lifestyle on a regular basis, they do swing on occasion. Master Peter had seduced Carol (I was hardly shocked to hear that) and Mistress Dasha had seduced Thomas (Again no surprise) so they got together as a group on occasion. Their problem was Thomas. While he wasn't my Mistress' sub, they explained, he also wasn't as aggressive as they felt he should be when he was with the seemingly never-ending parade of young women that came to the house for auditions. They explained that Peter and Dasha frequently used Thomas to try out the girls. They saw how Peter treated the girls and figured it would be good for Thomas to learn how to be a dominant.

"I'm not sure that can be learned," I opined.

"Oh, he's got the right genes for it," Carol replied. "In sports and with his guy friends he is plenty aggressive. He just lacks confidence with women. He's got a great cock as you found out. There is no reason he shouldn't have women crawling all over him and begging to be with him."

I found it very strange that Thomas' mom was describing how great his cock was and I wondered if she had sampled it herself. She was right. He had felt great inside of me and I hoped I would get to fuck him properly soon. But can you learn to be a Dom or do you have to be born that way?

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

Carol walked up to me and unsnapped my pants. She then let them fall to my ankles. Then she slid her fingers under my panties and pushed two fingers inside of me. My hips began to shake and I couldn't help but to begin to fuck myself on her invading digits.

"You're a born slut. You proved that next door. If I told you to go fuck Thomas in the shower or to pleasure my husband or me you would do it without question. But Thomas knows you are doing it to please your Master and Mistress. I need to find him his own sub. But for now, I want to tie you to his bed and let him feel what is like to be alone with someone completely under his control."

"So you will not be there to supervise?" I questioned.

"No, this is for him alone."

I wasn't crazy about being alone with him. I trusted Master Peter implicitly which is why I wasn't scared of being tied in his house. Carol and Richard seemed sane, although weird in a kinky way, but I wasn't sure about Thomas. But Carol's moving fingers and her promise to make me orgasm if Thomas did not was all the incentive I needed to agree to their plan.

Carol escorted me up to Thomas' room. As we passed the hallway bathroom I could hear the shower still running. Once in his room she had me strip. As I was neatly folding and placing my clothes on his desk I noticed several pictures, obviously taken by a cell phone, of a young woman I recognized. The pictures were not composed well as if he had snapped them in a hurry or was trying to be discrete and not let her know she was being photographed. I was surprised because the woman was my math teacher from last year. She was a few years out of college and very cute. Rumors had spread throughout the school that on weekends she had a wild streak. I heard she had been fired from my former high school but I never gave it much thought. Back then I had never thought of another woman in sexual terms. Looking at her picture now I could see myself between her legs if her rumors of a crazy side were true. Carol noticed me looking at the picture at little too intently.

"That's Thomas' new math teacher. She just started at his school. He has a crush on her. Actually it's kind of creepy as I think he is stalking her. I've talked to him about stopping that, but he keeps taking pictures of her."

"She's adorable," I offered. "Maybe she should be his first sub," I said jokingly, although inside I wasn't really kidding.

"I doubt that would happen," Carol responded. "She's too prim and proper. He needs someone like you."

"I'm taken," I reminded her.

"I know," she replied as if it was stupid for me to mention. "What's your roommate like?" she said almost sounding hopefull.

"No chance there," I told her. "She's way to uptight."

"Pity. Oh well, up on the bed please."

I jumped up on the bed and she quickly tied my arms above me to the headboard and tied my legs spread to the corners to the footboard. She then left the room. I wasn't sure if she was going to warn Thomas or if he already knew what his mother's plan entailed, but all I could do was wait. The plug in my ass holding back the torrent of cum was starting to get irritating. I wondered if he might remove it and make another deposit. My pussy on the other hand was lubricating quite nicely at the thought of being used again by this young stud. I tested my bonds. My arms and legs had very little movement. Carol had done a fine job. I wondered how many other girls she had tied up.

The look on Thomas' face was priceless when he found me bound to his bed. He was still glistening with drops of water from the shower and had a towel wrapped around his mid section. I started to explain what his mother had told me but he just held up his hand.

"Do you think I don't know how to take care of a slut like you?" he asked clearly rhetorically. "Mom's convinced I lack confidence, but only because I am playing that role so I can fuck Dasha three or four times per week. She wouldn't want me if I stood up to her."

He dropped his towel. He cock was already starting to stir. I licked my lips. Thomas moved over to the bed and straddled my body so he could feed me his cock. Freshly washed, I was happy to take him into my mouth. He wasn't aggressive forcing himself into me. He just let me leisurely suck him back to full hardness. He reached back to check my pussy for wetness. I'm sure he knew I'd be ready for him, but it was thoughtful of him to check before he popped himself out of my mouth and slid down my body to mount me.

Without having Mistress Dasha to guide him, he was much more assertive with me. Maybe this was really his nature or maybe having just cum in me half an hour earlier he wasn't worried about cumming too quickly, but after sinking is cock deep inside me with a single thrust he began to really pound me.

With the stamina and enthusiasm of youth he began to really let me have it. I wished my legs were free so I could have wrapped them around his back to give him better leverage. His public bone was hitting my clit just right with every thrust. I was definitely caught up in the moment and not thinking about my instructions to only cum when given permission and to call or Skype my mistress before I orgasmed. Thomas was just too good. I'd been craving a good hard fuck ever since Mistress had pulled her strap-on out of me. Even Thomas' taking of my ass earlier in the afternoon had only inflamed my pussy's need to be mastered by a powerful cock. But now I was getting that.

I no longer worried about Thomas' ability to control a woman. Even though his mom had tied me to his bed, I had no doubt I would willingly do anything he asked, providing my Master and Mistress approved. As he ground his pelvis against me I even thought for a moment that maybe he should be my master as we were only a year apart in age. Then I came. I came hard and I came loudly.

But that didn't slow down Thomas. He continued to pummel my pussy right through my orgasm. I became hypersensitive and he was really starting to hurt me now, but I didn't care. Fireworks continued to explode in my mind. Over and over he thrust, each time seemingly harder than the last, until he finally buried himself deep inside of me and shot another gooey load. I should have been worried that he just blasted his semen deep inside of me, but at the moment all I felt was warmth spreading through my body. He lowered his body out of the pushup position he had been holding himself in and I felt his sweat mixing with mine as we both enjoyed the afterglow and intimate contact. His cock stayed hard for longer than I expected but he didn't move until he started to deflate. He just held me. I longed to be able to return his embrace, but my bonds prevented that. Finally he pulled out and got back onto his knees.

"Let me clean you," I whispered hoarsely. I was so blown away I couldn't speak any louder.

I was licking his cock clean when his mother entered the room. He was deferential to her much like he was to my Mistress. I wondered if it was an age thing with him. I was older than him but not by much. He had probably been raised to respect his mother and had obviously transferred some of that feeling to Dasha. He didn't seem embarrassed that his cock was in my mouth once again and his mother was looking. He let me finish cleaning our shared fluids from him and then got off the bed. He wrapped the discarded towel around his body again and left the room. Carol was just looking at my bound and well-fucked form when I heard the shower again. Then she removed her skirt.

"Dasha told me you were good at cleaning up my husband's cum. Let's find out for ourselves," she announced before climbing over me and straddling my head. I was happy to eat her again and I willingly dove into my task as she rubbed her dripping snatch over my mouth. There wasn't much evidence that Richard had given her a cream pie. After the large load he deposited in my ass that didn't surprise me. I'm sure her real reason for sitting on my face was for her pleasure not just her cleanliness. So I did my best to get her off. I think I was getting better at eating pussy as her moans began sooner than my Mistress' had and she came quicker too. Then she really surprised me and gave me my gift. She dismounted from my face and got between my legs.

I rarely had any boyfriend who wanted to go down on me. (Bastards just want their cocks sucked without reciprocation.) Those who did go down on me were not very skilled in making me feel good. Carol was neither of these things. She genuinely seemed happy to bury her mouth on my pussy and eagerly lapped up her son's cum as it leaking out of my sloppy hole. Beyond her incestuous thrill she also went to work on my clit. Although I was still sensitive from Thomas' fuck, I found Carol's tongue thrilling. She was obviously experienced pleasuring a woman and I began taking mental notes on how she skillfully brought my arousal back to another peak. I was definitely worn out from cumming so hard three times in a row. After I finally calmed down she untied me and told me to get dressed. Carol drove me back to campus. The entire time she held her hand between my legs. She didn't move her hand or become more intimate than that, but the mere fact that it was there and my knowledge of how skilled she was at bringing me off kept me wet and ready the entire half hour drive. When we reached the dorm she gave me a passionate kiss and told me it had been nice to meet me. I told her I thought I could help with Thomas' issue, as long as my Master and Mistress approved. She told me she would talk to them about it. I walked back to my room happy but still horny. Looking at my watch I still had 3.5 hours to go before I could remove the plug. I hoped my roommate wasn't around because there was no way I was going to keep my hands outside my pants.

When I got back to my dorm room I was relieved that my roommate wasn't there. I sent her a text to tell her I had returned. Really I was trying to gauge when she would be back. She said she was out with her boyfriend (she had met him at a party last week and they had been going hot and heavy ever since) which pleased me because she would be back late. I lay back on my bed and unbuttoned my pants.

I must say it was difficult not to bring myself off right then and there. My ass was sore and a constant reminder of what happened a few hours ago. My pussy has a good memory and was thinking about how Thomas had fucked me and how his mom had licked me. As I rubbed my tender clit I started thinking about what Master and Mistress had done to me earlier. My mind kept coming back to crawling like a dog and eating out of the dog dish. My pussy was dripping at the memory of that humiliation. Why did that turn me on so much?

I was desperately close to cumming just minutes after I put my hand in my pants. This was not good. I had to find something else to take my mind off sex. I pulled my hand away from my pussy. Is it worth the punishment if I just cum now? How will they know? I thought to myself that I could just lie and say I was a good girl, but I knew that wouldn't work. Carol undoubtedly will tell them I came with her and Thomas so I'd already been bad. I'm sure they would ask if I'd cum since she dropped me off and I knew I'd admit that I had. I suppose I probably wasn't in too much trouble for having served the neighbors again since they had told me to do so earlier. But if I just did it on my own that probably would warrant a major penalty. I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.

I knew the plug would not allow my mind to escape thoughts of sex completely, but at least if I was out in public it would be easier to resist playing with myself. Or so I thought. I wandered off campus. I didn't want to run into anybody I knew given my wound up state. I was walking around aimlessly. I still wanted to masturbate. The feeling was exquisite. I was so horny I even thought about hiding behind some bushes or behind a garbage dumpster in an alley and getting myself off. Finally I couldn't take it any more and called my Mistress.

She seemed amused by my state, but she wasn't in a generous mood or ready to let me cum. I pleaded with her, but she was resolute.

"Maybe if you had not cum when Thomas fucked you I would be more agreeable," she told me. Then she had me give her the address where I was. I heard her typing on the keyboard.

"There is an adult bookstore about 7 blocks west of you. I want you to walk there. I'll send you a text with the items you are to purchase. Send me a picture of the sign when you get there and I'll send you the list."

She then hung up the phone.

I really didn't want to go to an adult bookstore. But I also didn't want to piss off my Mistress. I was sure she had some humiliating task in mind for me, but in my aroused state all I could think about was orgasming (and quickly) so I set off for the store. Hopefully it would not be crowded on a Sunday afternoon. When I got there I was surprised to find the building looked very upscale. I was expected a dingy brick building. This one had mannequins in the windows displaying sexy clothes and didn't have the vibe of a place dirty old men would hang out. I quickly took a picture with my cell phone hoping nobody would notice and think I'm weird.

Then I waited. And then I waited some more. The anticipation was killing me. My ass was squeezing the plug and my pussy was juicy. I had to get some relief soon. Finally I got a series of texts from my mistress. She said she had talked to a nice sounding man named Jake who worked at the store. I was to ask for him and he would help me locate the following items. I texted back a protest that I couldn't afford to go shopping (poor student athlete don't you know) but she assured me that she would cover the expense before my credit card came due. I read the list of items. "Slut, I want you to buy the following," Mistress Dasha's text began. "8" dildo (size of my Master I reckoned) a C-battery powered vibrator, a remote controlled vibrating egg, nipple clamps of your choice, neoprene Velcro cuffs (both wrist and ankle) a leather collar (with D-ring connector) and finally a leather blindfold."

I read the list three times. Individually none of the items were particularly weird or even embarrassing. But taken together as a shopping list I knew I would be humiliated buying all these toys. Then I looked at the time stamp of the message and knew I had to complete my task and get headed back to campus in order to be in my room to called Master and Mistress at the appointed hour. I summoned up my courage and walked inside.

I was right about the shop being upscale. It was like being in a fashionable boutique, only beside the racks of sexy lingerie were racks of naughty costumes, display cases with fancy toys, adult movies for sale, bondage gear and fetish items. It was a cornucopia of adult pleasures, probably not unlike 100 different stores in LA, but this one was bright, airy and totally non-threatening. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. There were several other people shopping. A few couples, two other single women and four single guys were milling about checking out the products. A handsome man approached me and asked if I was Brittney. I said I was and he introduced himself as Jake. I'd been expecting to find Jake to be a dirty old man, unshaven and unkempt whose only career option was to work in a porno shop. Clearly Jake was not that man. First impressions can be wrong but he looked like he was probably college educated, was articulate and well spoken and probably could work someplace better. I went so far as to tell him so as my shock for seeing somebody as clean cut working here was clearly showing on my face. He explained he only worked there on Sundays to earn a little extra cash. But he quickly added the weekday staff were also nice and that I should come back sometime during the day and meet the girls who own the place. I wasn't sure if he was hitting on me or if since my Mistress had called him that he knew I was into women.

Jake was a perfect gentleman and showed me around the shop. Although I had my list of what to buy, I wasn't prepared to have to comparison shop for each item. The shop had a wide variety and I had to think, often with Jake's input, about which brand or style was right. I think that was more demeaning than just walking into the shop. Have you ever discussed the relative merits of a particular style of vibrator with a stranger? Did you ever have to use the words "I'm not sure my Mistress will like this one?" Well I did.

And of course after picking the dildo, vibrator and egg, Jake was acting as a good salesman and tried to upsell me to an anal plug. I thought about just grabbing one to shut him up, but then I figured perhaps Mistress had told him of my current filled state and he had been instructed to see if I would tell the truth about already being plugged.

"I don't need another one, thank you," I told him. "I'm already wearing one."

"Really?" he questioned.

"Really," I replied.

Jake wrapped his arm around me and patted my rear trying to see if I was telling the truth. He smiled and I knew he enjoyed checking my claim.

Chosing the rest of the items on my list was easier and thankfully quicker. I was getting desperate to get home and play with my pussy before it was time to call my owners. As we were walking back toward the register a silver item caught my eye. (I know, please don't say the bright shiny object distracted me.) When I looked closer it was a small "pet play" section. Instead of ball gags there were bone gags, various dog and cat themed items and the one that had caught my eye. I big silver bowl with the words "slut puppy" emblazoned on the front. I creamed a little bit when I saw it and I had to have it.

I felt so naughty walking back to campus with my bag of goodies. I prayed I didn't run into any of my friends along the way. I'd never be able to explain what was going on. Looking at my watch I noticed my waiting period was almost up. I was looking forward to showing my Master and Mistress what I had bought and that I was a good girl for keeping the plug in. I was also really looking forward to getting off again and draining the cum from my ass. Although while walking the idea of eating their jizz was not appealing, I had no doubts once I was in the heat of the moment, if commanded to do so, I would get off on it.

Gloriously my roommate was still on her date when I arrived back at my dorm room. As is the case with most dorm rooms, it is small. In fact I'd guess it is about 12x10. To save space we each have a bed that doubles as a couch. The bed part is on casters and rolls under a backrest that is mounted to the wall during the day. The backrest has built in shelves behind the cushion. Those shelves are as private as it gets in these rooms so that is where I stashed my new toys. Then I made a quick trip to the bathroom, came back to my room, locked the door, setup my laptop, slid out the bed and stripped off my clothes.

I had about 15 minutes yet to wait so I lay down on my bed and lazily fingered my pussy. I wanted to be nice and juices for my video call. I had no problem achieving that state. Right on time I opened up Skype and logged in. Maybe 15 seconds later and video call from Master Peter range. I was kneeling on my bed facing the webcam with my hand between my legs as I answered. I was pretty sure I had pleased them.

In truth I was expecting my Master and Mistress to play some kinky domination game with me during the call, but they really didn't. I mean, the whole situation was kinky, but they didn't particularly doing anything else weird. Well weirder than me on my hands and knees with a plugged ass full of cum.

Mistress Dasha said she was proud of me for following her instructions. I smiled.

"My I speak, Mistress?" I asked. She said yes. "I got this at the store too. I hope you don't mind."

I lifted the cushion to reveal my toy stash and grabbed the dog bowl. Both of them seemed pleased with my additional purpose. Then they gave me instructions. Master Peter spoke first. He was sitting in his office. He didn't have a shirt on and the site of his muscular bare chest was exciting.

"We had a great time with your mother this afternoon," he began. "She is coming along nicely. She ate her Mistress' pussy without hesitation just minutes after meeting her. However, we both are still a little keyed up. So I'm going to fuck my wife and you are going to watch. I know how much you like that. I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo you bought while you watch."

"But don't you dare cum before we do," my Mistress chimed in."

"I think she already knows that," Master Peter corrected her. "When we tell you, I want you to leave the dildo buried in your pussy, turn the vibe on high, hold it against your clit, pull the ass plug out and only when you feel the cum dripping out of your ass are you allowed to orgasm."

"Oh," Mistress added. "Let the cum drip into your new bowl. We should christen it. Plus I can't wait to see you lick it up."

I watched as Mistress pulled Master's pants off. He wasn't wearing underwear and his already stiffening cock popped into view, the image of which burning into my brain. She started stroking him getting him to full staff.

"Let's see the dildo you picked out my slut," she commanded me. Immediately I grabbed it and held it so the webcam could see if.

"That's a nice one," she said. "Stroke it like I'm stroking Peter. You did well. They look about the same size. Imagine how nice it will feel when he finally fucks you."

I was already getting dizzy with lust thinking about that as I gave the rubber device a hand job. When Mistress began sucking my Master I did the same to my pseudo partner. Mistress didn't blow him long. I'm sure she was still moist from the encounter with my mom and no doubt my lewd display was also having an affect on her.

"I'm going to fuck him now, slave," she announced although I pretty much figured that out as she straddled her lap. "You stay on your hands and knees like the bitch dog your are, but you can start fucking yourself."

I didn't need to be told that twice. Even though I was dripping juice onto my bed it still took me a bit to work the dildo into my pussy. It was the biggest thing I'd ever had up there and the butt plug made me tighter still. I'm pretty sure I only got about half inside me before I just starting sliding it in and out. God that felt good. I was watching the screen but the pleasure coursing through my body had my full attention. I'm sure my eyes were starting to glaze over. But Master and Mistress didn't seem to mind.

Mistress began to pick up her tempo. I was praying she would cum quickly and that would trigger Master to squirt. I knew from experience he could hold back seemingly indefinitely but I knew I would not be able to. God how I needed to cum. I couldn't resist yelling that out to them along with "Fuck your slut wife. Make her cum so I can too. I can't wait much longer."

I probably earned a big punishment for that outburst, but I didn't care. My body needed release and it needed it now I watched with renewed interest as my Mistress picked up the pace as she bounce up and down his big, perfect cock. She looked like sex personified as her tight body and oversized breasts bounced up and down. I couldn't see Master's face but I'm sure he was smiling.

"Please Master, please Mistress," I begged. "I need to cum. God, please may I cum."

"Not until we do," they both said in unison.

I was savagely fucking myself with the dildo. I was already going to get punished for calling my Mistress a slut, I figured, and probably for cumming when I fucked the neighbors, so what the hell. What's one more infraction? I was getting close. I was right on the edge. I prepared to grab the vibe and the bowl.

"Don't do it baby girl," my Mistress moaned between thrusts.

"I can't help it Mistress," I cried out.

"Oh Peter, fuck me like you used to in the movies," she screamed.

I saw him grab her hips and instead of letter her set her own pace he started ferociously pulling her hips down so his cock bottomed out on each stroke and then lifted her almost completed off his amazing cock so she could get the full length each time. As soon as he started doing that she started cumming and she didn't stop. That sight was the end for me. As soon as she came, so did I. I didn't even have a chance or need to grab the vibe.

Mistress Dasha was gone. She was consumed by her orgasm and no longer in the moment. But Master Peter knew what was going down. He told me to pull my plug now and drain my ass. I was perfectly happy to do so. I ripped the plug from my butt without concern for how much it would hurt. I could feel the cum dripping over my pussy lips and then over my inner thigh before gravity pulled it into my new slut bowl. I was still in the aftershocks of my climax and Mistress was still gone in hers. When all the cum had drained from my backside Master Peter had me hold up the bowl and show him. He had stopped fucking Mistress although she was still impaled on his cock.

"Put the bowl in front of you and grab the vibe. When you are ready to cum again tell us. Then you can eat the cum."

That was the kind of order I was happy to obey. It didn't take long. As soon as the tip of the vibe hit my clit my body was in overdrive again. Fortunately Master Peter didn't make me wait once I told him I was ready. He lifted Mistress off his cock and onto the floor. Then as I started licking the cum out of the bowl (and cumming my fool head off) he started stroking his cock in anticipation of hosing down his wife. She looked content to let him do that. I buried my face all the way into the bowl. I was in heaven. At least until I heard the door lock in the flip open.

I didn't need to see my roommate's face to know what the mousey girl's reaction would be to finding me on my bed with a vibe on my pussy and my face in a dog bowl licking up cum. No, her scream of horror was enough. And the sound of her running down the hallway was perfectly capable of telling me what she thought. I lifted my head out of the bowl to look, but all I saw was the open door. I started to get up but a quick word from my Master to "finish eating" had my head back in my bowl. I licked up every drop of cum as quick as I could and then held up the bowl for inspection. Only then did he allow me to shut the door. I have no idea if anybody else saw me during that period. He looked amused while Mistress was still pretty much out of it from enjoying her own orgasm. My climax was a quickly fading memory as being caught definitely ruined the mood for me. Master Peter told me he would call me during the week and shut down the Skype session. All of a sudden I felt very alone.

I stood next to my bed for about 30 seconds trying to make sense of what had just happened. Then I hastily put all my toys back in the cabinet, grabbed some fresh underwear and my shower bucket, put on a robe and headed down to the bathroom to wash up. I hoped my roommate would have calmed down by the time I returned, but I was wrong. Sitting in my room waiting for me was my roommate and our resident assistant (RA). I didn't really have a defense as the RA read me the riot act about how I could be expelled for what I had done, blah blah blah. I'd screwed up but I knew she was just trying to scare me and that they couldn't kick me out of school for that. My roommate stood up and stormed out of the room saying she couldn't live with a pervert like me. The RA was more sympathetic after my roommate left.

"Look Brittney," she said calmly. "I'm not going to press this with the administration. What you do is your own business and you will not get kicked out of school. But if your roommate makes a big stink you could be kicked off the swim team and lose your scholarship. You need to move out. I'll make arrangements to find you a new roommate, but you need to give me a couple of days. Do you have somewhere to stay?"

I told her I could crash at home for a couple of nights. She told me it was best to just get dressed, grab my books and a change of clothes and take off. She said she would run interference with my now ex-roommate.

I felt so guilty leaving the dorm. I couldn't tell my mom the real reason, unless of course she already knew the truth about me, so I grabbed my laundry bag too and would use that as an excuse why I was home.

Mom was happy to see me, as any parent is when their child comes home. She showed no ill effects from what must have been an exciting afternoon for her. Nor did she show any sign of knowing we both were serving the same Master and Mistress. I fell asleep quickly but I had a restless night. My sleep was filled with erotic dreams and I kept waking up with my pussy wet and my fingers in my panties. The strangest, or was it the most hopeful, dream involved an alternate ending to my roommate saga. In my dream I pictured my roommate coming back to the dorm, not alone but with her new boyfriend. And instead of being repulse by my licking cum out of a dog bowl, they both turned out to be dominant and actually enjoyed watching.

"I always knew you were a kinky bitch," my roommate would scold me. Then she would command me to crawl to her boyfriend and get some fresh cum right from the source.

"He just finished fucking me in his car," she would say. "Clean my cum off his cock you slut."

And of course I would gladly do it. I would kneel before him and joyfully slide my mouth up and down his rigid cock tasting both her juices and his cum. From behind me I could hear her discovering my toy collection.

"Oh my innocent looking roommate. You are quite the kinkster," she would proclaim.

While I was still sucking his cock she would pull my arms back and cuff me. My pussy would start flooding just like at Master and Mistress' house. She then began to spank me and give me instructions.

"I don't suck his cock because it is demeaning to women. But you're a whore, so from now on, that is your job. You'll get him nice and hard so he can fuck me. And you're going to watch because I know that will drive you crazy."

I felt her slide a vibrator into my pussy and she turned it on high. Then she made good on her promise to fuck him again. She mounted him in a reverse cowboy so I could watch her bounce up and down on the cock I'd worked to make hard. With my hands bound I couldn't fuck myself with the vibe. I had to just kneel there and watch.

"Oh God he feels good," my roommate would tease. "I bet you would love to have this cock inside of you. Maybe if you are a good girl this week I'll let him fuck you."

She went on to describe how things were going to change between us (I'd be her sex slave) and how they were going to use me (when she did let him fuck me I should expect it in the ass because nice girls like her don't do that) and maybe they would even whore me out around campus. She told me that I would love it. I told her she was right. Then she told me to bring my face over so she could rub her clit against me as she bounced on his cock.

I must have been working my clit subconsciously in my dream because I woke up before she came, but I felt the endorphin release like I had orgasmed. My pussy was a swampy mess. I wish my dream had been real.

I didn't have an early class Monday so I actually slept in until 8. Mom was already gone to work. I decided to blow off my first class meaning I could enjoy some private time by the pool before heading back to campus. I pulled a box of cereal out of the cabinet and then got a shock. When I opened the dish cabinet to get a bowl, I found a dog dish. My mom didn't have a dog. Immediately I knew what it meant and my pussy flooded my panties.

Not one to let an opportunity like that go to waste, I immediately put my cereal in the dog bowl, poured some milk on it and got down on all fours to eat breakfast on the kitchen floor. It felt so good to remember the first time I ate from a bowl in that manner. Even though they were not here I felt like I was doing this for Master and Mistress. My pussy felt that way too. My hand found its way inside my panties. I'd like to say I just rubbed myself a little, but that would be lying. I rubbed myself frantically until about a minute later I came with a shriek. But I wasn't satisfied.

I washed my mom's dish and put it away. Then sprinted up to my mom's room and started searching. I had a feeling she had the same collection of sex toys that I had bought. It turns out she had more in her dresser drawer. She must have been buying her own before she met Peter I mused. She did have the same 8" model I had bought. She probably had the same task to go to the adult store. I took the dildo and grabbed a vibrator as well (different model from mine) and ran back to my bedroom. I almost fucked myself in mom's room, but that felt like I was crossing a line. (For those who think using her toys crossed a line as well, you are probably right. But at that moment I didn't care.)

This time I was determined to take the full length of the dildo. I lay on my back on the bed and pulled my legs back to my chest. I had no need for foreplay and simply sank the dildo into myself. I got maybe six inches into me. Better than last night but still not reaching my goal. I wanted Master Peter to fuck me senseless. I had to be able to do it myself first.

I rolled over on my side so I could reach behind my ass and grab the base of the phallus. This proved to be a better position. I howled with joy as the dildo bottomed out deep inside me. I started fucking myself. It felt so good to be penetrated that deeply. How I hated Master Peter at that moment for not giving me a proper fucking yet. But the feeling was fleeting as the pleasure of the penetration was much more important. I turned on the vibe and held it in position from the front. Now that was nirvana.

I rammed the dildo in and out of my pussy. It was definitely getting acclimated to having such a big dick in me. And my sweet clit was enjoying itself too. In retrospect I should have taken my time and enjoyed myself a little more, but that would have required rational thought instead of being overcome with lust. I came hard for the second time in about 10 minutes sprawled on my bed. I think I must have passed out because when I snapped back into reality it was 10:30. Shit, I can't miss my 11 o'clock class.

I put on my clothes without having time to wash up. I did give mom's dildo a quick rinse, but it was less thorough that I would have liked. I grabbed my books and sprinted out to the car. I made it with minutes to spare, but I felt like a dirty whore. I don't know if anybody else could smell my pussy or the pungent sweat of great sex (even if I was alone) or if anybody noticed my hair had more of a look what the cat drug in look than it usually did. But I sure could. To me there was a big neon sign above my head flashing "tramp." I wondered if news of my activities had spread through the dorm or beyond. I looked around the class but nobody seemed concerned. I let out a long sigh of relief.

After class I went back to the dorm. Based on the looks I got some people obviously knew. I found my RA. Fortunately she wasn't at class. She said she was having trouble finding a place since my roommate was making sure everyone in the building knew what I had done. She told me I'd better stay at home another night. That would be easier said than done if my RA knew what I'd done at home this morning.

Late in the afternoon I had swim practice, which was a very good thing. I really through myself into practice swimming harder and faster than I normally did, especially on a Monday, purposely trying to tire myself out. My thought process was if I was worn out I wouldn't be so out of control at mom's place. It worked well, although she was confused why I was there for a second night. I got up early and snuck out before she got up. All I could think about was her dog dish and wanting to eat from it.

I noticed a text message on my phone from Mistress asking how I was doing. I told her about getting kicked out of the dorm and she said not to worry. She would take care of it. I wasn't sure how she could do that, but I was happy for any assistance. Tuesday's classes seemed to drag on forever. Maybe it was because I didn't have anywhere to go between classes. Maybe the whole roommate affair was just wearing me down. I didn't know. When my RA called my cell right before swim practice I was sure it was to tell me that I didn't have a room for another night.

She told me that she had tried everyone she knew but nobody wanted to have me as a roommate. My heart sank at the news. Then she said out of the blue she had received a phone call from a girl who had an apartment just off campus. Apparently her roommate had just dropped out of school and she needs a new one. My RA didn't have many details, but she gave me the address and her phone number. I called right away.

The girl's name was Renee (I knew I'd heard that name before recently but couldn't place where) and she invited me over. I told her I had swim practice but that I would come right over after. She agreed and for the first time since Sunday I began to relax. I swam easier in practice and my mind was clear. I felt great. After a quick shower (ok I lingered a bit looking at a couple of the girls) I went over to Renee's apartment.

She was a very bubbly girl. She was a local girl, had Eastern European looks but she acted like a typical California teen. The apartment wasn't anything special. It was nice and meticulously kept, but was of average size. There was minimalist furniture, just a basic table and chairs in the dining area but the living room had the biggest TV I had ever seen. There was a couch right in front of it. I noticed a wireless keyboard sitting on the couch. Typical for California there was a pool which the apartment's balcony overlooked, but the pool was small with just a few deck chairs around it for sunbathing. There were two bedrooms, both about the size of my dorm room. One was setup with desks and a computer. The other was the bedroom. It had a king size bed which dominated the room. I asked where her previous roommate had slept.

"Oh, we shared the bed. It's big enough for three so we never knew each other was there," she replied cheerily.

"We're you a couple?" I asked trying to decide if I wanted the drama of moving in with someone whose boyfriend just left her.

"No, it wasn't like that. Betsy and I were just friends. It just made more sense to have a study room and a sleeping room."

Betsy, huh, I thought. I suppose she assumes I will share her bed too. Looking at her I found her attractive, but it still seemed pretty presumptuous of her. But I needed a place to crash as I couldn't stay at my mom's full time so I agreed to move in. Renee went back to the dorm with me to pick up my stuff. I waited until she was taking my suitcase out to the car to quickly pack up my toys collection. I was going to have to figure out how to hide them from her given the lack of privacy in the apartment.

We got my stuff moved over pretty quickly and I got settled in. I was able to use the closet in the second bedroom so I hid my box of goodies there. I was probably in the bedroom about 20 minutes or so getting settled. When I walked back out into the living room to tell Renee I was finished I got the shock of my life. I learned quickly why the couch was so close to the TV.

On the screen I saw 4 video chat windows, all with naked guys on them. And sitting on the couch was a very naked Renee. Not only was she naked she had a vibrator in her hand and was putting it to good use. She looked up at me but didn't look embarrassed at all that I had walked in on her. If I had been doing that I would have been mortified if my roommate had walked in. Heck I was mortified when my roommate walked in on me last Sunday. But Renee just waved me over.

She set down the vibe and offered me her hand. For some reason I felt compelled to take it and then she pulled me in front of her. Looking at the screen I saw a window showing what her webcam saw. It was now displaying me from about my tits down.

"Hey guys," she said. "This is my new roommate, Brittney. Brittney meet the guys."

They all enthusiastically welcomed me. I said hi and gave them a wave. Renee pulled me down so they could see my face.

"She's a big upgrade from Betsy, isn't she?" Renee proffered. "You want to see her naked?"

Of course the boys were even more enthusiastic about that, but I wasn't ready to just strip on camera for them. I dropped her hand and politely, but firmly declined.

"No problem," she said. "But will you stay and watch? It turns me on."

Chapter 6

The four boys who acted as lookouts were satisfied with my suggestion. I wouldn't say they were happy, necessarily, but having Renee and I kneel under the table and blow them while they pretended to play pool was enough of a second place prize to keep them from making too much of a scene. I was perfectly willing to bring them all back to the apartment for a good old fashioned orgy, but Renee said she wasn't comfortable with that. After we each received two hot sticky loads sent down our gullet we climbed out from under the pool table. I think Renee was ready to go home and we had probably pushed our luck as far as getting caught as far as we could. I whispered in her ear asking if it would be "OK to bring the winners home" and I guess she felt safe with just two guys instead of six because she agreed.

By the time we got back to the apartment I was ready to tear my guy's clothes off and throw him on the floor. I wondered if Renee would suggest we all share the bed. Instead she looked at her watch an announced "I usually cam at this time. Who wants to fuck me live on the Internet?"

The guys looked at each other, but neither jumped at the opportunity. "Come on guys," she cooed. "Just sit with me and let me play with your beautiful dicks. I bet I can get $1000 in tips if one of you will promise to fuck me. I'll give whoever does it $200."

I noticed the guys look at each other and could tell their resistance was crumbling. Again I watched from the side out of camera range. This time Renee was on a public cam feed and not just Skyping with a couple of partners. She took her time teasing the viewers and removing her clothes. She seemed to understand just how long to take to build an audience. She was typing occasionally to answer questions. I looked at the screen to read what she was saying. Some of the people were very crude, which did not surprise me. But some of the viewers seemed nice. By the time she was naked (having already received $500 in tips) she was sitting between the guys and had a hard dick in each hand.

The guys seemed to have lost their shyness about performing on camera and the tips were rolling in. I had no doubt she would soon be at her goal of $1000. I was starting to feel as excited about watching her get fucked, I think, as much as the people watching online. When she hit the magic number I expected her to pick one of the guys, but instead she messaged out to her audience for them to vote which guy she would fuck. Both their cocks were nice. Picking only one was an interesting problem to have, I thought.

Not surprising the leading vote getter was to fuck both of them. But Renee, being a shrewd and savvy business woman, did not seem prepared to give that away. I watched as she typed "DP-$2000 in tips." Then she paused to let that sink in. Then she typed "$2500 to see my roommate get it at the same time."

I looked at her with shock. "Don't worry baby. I'll give you the $500. I know you're still dripping at desperately want cock."

I did the math in my head. $500 for me plus $200 for each of the guys left her with a profit of $1600. I looked at my watch and estimated how long it would take the guys watching to give her enough money and then added how long it would take the guys to climax and figured start to finish it was maybe an hour, but probably closer to 45 minutes. All of a sudden, it didn't seem like a college degree was so important.

I watched her continue to stroke their cocks and watched the tip counter climb ever higher toward the magic $2000 number. I really didn't want to go on camera live on the Internet, but her offer to pay me $500 did get my interest. As a student athlete, the scholarship rules didn't allow me to get a real job. The cash would certainly come in handy. I also had to admit that watching their two hard dicks skillfully being stroked by Renee was turning me on again. Plus it wasn't like they were strangers. We'd already fucked an hour ago. The tip counter reached $2000. Renee jumped off the couch and bounced her breasts up and down for the camera in a rejoicing manner. She just made her $1600 (or $2000 if she didn't pay the guys) and I wondered if her viewers would really cough up the extra $500 to see me.

The rate of donations slowed dramatically so Renee grabbed my wrist and pulled me in front of the camera. "Come on guys. Just a little more and you can see Brittney get fucked." She then whispered in my ear, "I know you want this. Just think of my dad and look at that cock in front of you. Suck him off and you'll be making big money in no time."

Well I did want his cock and her suggestion to think of her dad was a good one. Sure the guy wasn't that big, but thinking about submitting to her dad always got my juices flowing. Renee turned back toward the camera. "$2250 and she blows him while I fuck his friend. Go over $2500 and she'll fuck him and we'll even take turns."

I looked back at the screen and almost immediately the tips were at $2200. Then at the next update it was $2300. I dropped to my knees. Immediately I felt the same rush of adrenaline as when Master or Mistress ordered me to serve them. His cock was in my mouth even before Renee got the other one in her pussy. I had my back to the webcam so they couldn't see much but they obviously knew what I was doing. Renee for her pleasure had mounted our other new friend in a reverse cowgirl and was facing the camera. No doubt her bouncing boobs were pleasing our viewers and although money was certainly a motivating factor, she sure sounded like she was enjoying herself.

The guy I was blowing was certainly enjoying himself. He was telling me whenever a new tip came in counting down until we reached $2500 with the hope that he could fuck me again. I didn't want to admit that I didn't care about the money and all he had to do was ask to drill me and I would have let him. But I resisted, letting him think it was all about the money. I was slobbering all over his cock. He still had a taste of Renee on him from back in the rec center. After a few minutes bobbing up and down on his cock, I felt him grab my hair and pull my head off of him.

"$2500 bitch," was all he said before he let go of my hair. I knew that meant it was time to fuck. But I still wasn't quite ready to do that openly on camera. I stood up and walked behind the couch. He seemed confused so I crooked my finger at him to indicate he should follow.

I bent over the couch. Looking at the framing of the camera I could tell only my face would be visible. Everyone would be able to see him thrusting, but the actual mechanics of the act would be hidden. My head was conveniently in line with Renee's bouncing beauties as I was penetrated from behind. When she heard me first moan she turned her body so her tits would graze my face. I took the opportunity to suck her right nipple into my mouth. Now it was her turn to moan.

I was really starting to enjoy Renee's fixation with exhibitionism and understood why it was such a turn on for her. While I was getting pounded from behind, I kept switching my attention from her bouncing boobs to the image of the two of us on the webcam. I couldn't see our viewers like I had when we Skyped with the guys, but I'm sure there were hundreds or maybe even a thousand guys jacking off to our show. In a way I felt enabled and powerful. Plus I was going to earn some cash for receiving pleasure from the guy working so hard to fuck me. He was thrusting and grunting and really going to town on me.

Renee was the first to cum. I would later learn reverse cowboy was her favorite position. I'm sure her viewers appreciated it as well. After she came she dropped to the floor and told her partner to fuck her mouth. She effectively blocked the view of me on the camera as the frame was now filled with her head and his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She was stroking his cock every time he pulled back in an obvious effort to get him off. The chat texts coming through the webpage were very enthusiastic (although also crude) about what she should do with his cum. The nicer viewers just wanted her to swallow his load while other guys were more insistent that he pull back and give Renee a facial. One guy even suggested that I lick her clean after he blew his load. I rather liked that suggestion.

The guy apparently preferred just to blast off in Renee's mouth. It was obvious to me when he came, although I'm not sure on camera it was that clear. Ever the professional showperson though, Renee turned to the camera and opened her mouth showing the pool of cum before she swallowed. It was a shame because I would have been happy to kiss her right then but I didn't get the chance. Seeing his own friend cum was apparently the catalyst for his buddy to reach climax as well because he loudly announced he was about to cum.

I was worried he was going to cum in my pussy, but Renee was worried the camera wouldn't see him. She shouted for us both to move to the front of the couch. She didn't say move in front of the camera. I probably wouldn't have done that, but I was focused on getting his cum so I forgot we were performing for an audience. He sprinted around the couch and Renee grabbed his cock firmly. I jumped around the other side, but didn't make it quite fast enough. The first and largest spurt shot from his cock. Fortunately Renee was prepared and had him aimed both in frame of the camera and on her face. I slid into position next to her and received three or four good spurts before she dropped his cock and he collapsed on the floor. She looked at me and I understood exactly what she wanted. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the large drip of cum flowing down her cheek. She smiled before turning my head sideways and returning the favor. It was when she French kissed me that I remembered we were live on the Internet and I realized she turned my head to show my face in profile. But by then I didn't care and I played tonsil hockey with her for all I was worth. I'm sure there were sticky computer screens all over the world at that moment.

Finally Renee let go of my head. She turned to the camera and gave a little wave. I thought it was over, but more than one text message reminded her that they had paid to see her DP'ed. I could tell Renee was exhausted but she also was a good business woman. If she promised something and didn't deliver she would lose her loyal following. I saw her type, "OK, just give me a minute." She then whispered in my ear and I smiled.

While Renee messaged back and forth with the remaining viewers I scurried to the bedroom and got her strap-on harness and two dildos. The guys were not going to be much help by this point, but a promise is a promise. Especially when it involves money. I returned to the living room and Renee put the smaller into the harness and then helped me slide the harness around my waist. She made a point of telling me the harness had a hard rubber nub on the inside to rub against my clit. She was pointing to the harness and then looking at the camera. I saw her wink at me.

Looking at the harness I had not seen this mystery nub, but when she winked I understood. Even though I would only get indirect pleasure from her fucking the strap-on, she wanted the viewers to think I was enjoying this as much as she was. She then whispered in my ear, "Don't worry I'll take care of you later."

I'm sure our viewers enjoyed the show. Renee had me sit on the couch. She mounted my dildo in a reverse cowboy to grease it up with her secretions before standing up again and positioning me at her asshole. I would have needed lube but apparently Renee is much more experienced than I had that taboo because she opened up and the dildo slid in easily. Then she slid the second dildo into her snatch.

She struggled to find a good rhythm having to hold the other dildo. It put her in a bent over position which really didn't work. Fortunately one of the guys (ever the gentleman) volunteered to hold it at a better angle. The let Renee really start to go to town on herself. Then at the insistence of the chat feed he started actively fucking her. She started to moan which reminded me that I was supposed to be receiving pleasure from this (beyond the voyeur aspect I was enjoying) as well. I started to moan in harmony with her. I've never been a big faker when having sex so it was strange to act that way, but what the heck. The whole situation was strange.

If the visual wasn't enough to stimulate the guys back to hardness, our dueling moans apparently were and guy number two stood back up. His cock was hard again and Renee wasted no time taking him in her mouth. This through off her rhythm temporarily but I'm sure it played well on the camera. Her moans were now muffled so I tried to make up for it with moans of my own and lewd words of encouragement. The guy fucking her was getting hard by now and looking at me. He mouthed the words, "I'm going to fuck your face." I smiled at him.

Did Renee cum before the guy shot another load onto her naked and overheated body? I'm not sure. It sounded and looked like she did, but I couldn't feel her through the strap-on so it could have been an act. I pretended to cum as well as she bottomed out on the dildo and ground her ass against my groin. I don't know if I was as convincing as her.

She gingerly dismounted me and then bent over showing her well used holes. She kissed me again letting me taste the fresh cum. Then she spun around and sat down exhausted. I thought we were done, but I'd forgotten about the guy that had been fucking her. He stood up. His cock was hard and looked angry. He took my hand and pulled me off the couch and then to my knees. Suddenly I remembered what he had silently promised.

I was hardly in a position to protest. I mean I could have just stood up and I doubt he would have forced me to suck him, but suddenly I didn't want to disappoint the viewers. I opened my mouth and he curled his fingers through my hair. Well I didn't like that as it hurt when he grabbed me, but I did enjoy that he kept his promise to fuck my face. We were in profile to the camera so the world had a perfect view as he forcefully plunged is cock in and out of my mouth. I didn't need to do much beyond keep my teeth away and not gag. I was excited by the prospect of having maybe a thousand guys (ok people, there could have been girls or couples) watching my defilement. The thought that they were all getting off by my debasement thrilled me. The guy fucking my face probably wasn't thinking about that. He just liked being in charge. I tried to get the words "Fuck me," out but they were just a mumble. Either he didn't understand what I said or he didn't care because he just kept at my mouth until he finally thrust one more time and held my head tight against crotch. I knew what was coming. He shot a relatively small load (it was all he had left) straight down my throat. There was no catching any to save for Renee. He pulled out, let go of my head and tapped me on my cheek. "Good girl," he said in a mocking tone.

I rubbed my mouth to show my displeasure. What a bastard. Renee seemed displeased with his attitude as well. She told the boys to get dressed and bid farewell to her loyal and generous viewers. Had he been nicer he might have been treated to watching me get myself off. It needed to happen soon and I wasn't sure how quickly Renee's promised help would materialize. She went into the study bedroom while the boys slipped back into their clothes. She returned with four fresh $100 bills and gave two to each. She then ushered them to the door even though they were begging to stay and party some more. When they were gone she told me to take a shower.

As I stood under the warm water and let it cascade over my body I expected Renee to join me, but she waited for me to finish before she washed herself. I was already naked under the covers waiting for her before she finished. After tonight's experiences I figured we were lovers now, but although she slept naked again, she stayed on her side of the bed. We didn't even wake up in each other's arms again like before. I remember feeling disappointed when I woke up.

Friday went by uneventfully which pleased me because I had a swim meet Saturday morning. This was good because it meant I could focus and "get in the zone" for the competition. As I was standing on the pool deck ready for my first heat I looked into the stands. As was always the case, I saw my mom sitting in the front row of the elevated stands. She always arrived early and always sat in the same place so she could watch and cheer for me. Usually mom just wore shorts and a t-shirt to the meets because it can be very warm and humid in the pool area. Today, however, she was wearing a short skirt, stockings, heels and a blouse unbuttoned to expose a generous portion of her breasts. I assumed Master Peter had told her to dress sexier in public.

I gave her a wave and then stepped onto the block. Fortune smiled on me and I won my heat advancing to the finals. But that would have to wait. I now had to focus on my next preliminary race. Swim meets are a minute of excitement followed by half an hour (or more) of boredom. As a result you sit around a lot and sometimes daydream. I was doing pretty well staying focused until I began to scan the crowd wondering if Renee came to watch. I started thinking how embarrassing it would be to introduce my new roommate to my mom. Eventually she would find out she is Master and Mistress' daughter and I would be exposed for the submissive slut I had become. I shook my head and tried to clear that worry. I had to focus. My next heat was about to begin. Just as I was about to get my head back in the game I noticed two of my male teammates pointing up into the bleachers. I looked to where their attention was focused and it was on my mom. She was now sitting with her legs spread (not too wide but wide enough to draw their attention) and I could tell they were looking up her skirt. The lack of light made it impossible to see anything, but I'm sure they were trying to determine if she was wearing any panties. I had to admit the odds that she wasn't was probably pretty high and judging by the growth in their swim suits they must have imagined they could see something. I shook my head and then slapped my own cheeks. Focus girl. Focus.

I didn't swim my best in my next heat. Was it because I was thinking about sex? Maybe. Or maybe I was just a little tired after the first heat where I did so well. Whatever the reason I would have to wait and see if my time held up to make the final. I started scanning the crowd again. I still didn't find Renee's always smiling face. But I did find the radiant face of my Mistress, Dasha and my very dashing and handsome Master, Peter, sitting toward the end of the stands. "Oh shit," I thought. "They and my mom will be expecting to talk to me after the meet. How can I sneak out without seeing them?"

However as soon as that thought raced through my head, I felt my pussy begin to moisten as Master and Mistress were both smiling when they noticed me looking at them. The mere sight of them was enough to turn my legs to jelly. They waved and I had to wave back. It was instinctual. As I turned my eyes back toward my mom I noticed she was turning her head trying to see who I was waving toward. "Fuck," I realized. "My lust just gave me away."

My third and final heat was a disaster as my mind was far away from the pool. It was the breast stroke which is very technical and my mechanics were all wrong. When I finished I scanned the crowd again. Master and Mistress were sitting with my mom in the front row. Any hope I had to avoid talking to my mom about what was going on between us was gone. She must know about my secret life otherwise why would Master and Mistress be here? I was shaking not knowing how to proceed. Master Peter was waving me over to the stands. The pool area is very loud so any talking up to the stands involves shouting. As I walked over I prayed he would be discrete and not share our arrangement with everyone. Fortunately all three were smiling at me and Mistress dropped a folded up slip of paper to me. As usual they knew exactly what I needed to hear.

"I know you are worried Pet, but don't be. We told your mom about you last weekend and she even watched your cam show. She is OK with you serving us. In fact she is happy you found your place in the world." I had to think about that for a moment. Apparently she thought my place was the same as her place serving a very powerful couple. "We're all going out to lunch after the meet to talk. Now get focused on your swimming and win the final. Or else ;-)" I took the wink to mean things would go better for me if I swam well. But she was also being playful so maybe everything really was going to be alright. I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash can so nobody else would find it. Then I went back into the locker room to refocus my mind on the race.

Surprisingly I made the final in my second event as well. (The third event was a total disaster and a lost cause.) Unfortunately I didn't win either event. I swam well at near my best times, but the other girls were just better. I did take a third but also a sixth. Oh well. The swim meet was far from the most important thing in my life today.

After my final event I went back into the locker room, showered and got dressed in my sweat suit. I took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room to the lobby. I was unsure of how everything was going to go down, but I couldn't delay the inevitable. Mom was waiting for me. She was smiling and gave me a big hug. Master Peter and Mistress Dasha were nowhere to be seen.

"They went on ahead to the restaurant," my mom told me. "You need to run home and change. Apparently the place is fancy."

It was weird that my mom was acting like nothing had changed in our lives. Basically we were going to a swanky restaurant to celebrate our joint submission but all she wanted to talk about was swimming and clothes. The car ride to the apartment was decided non-sexual. That ended when we walked into the apartment. Renee was her usual naked self and was online in a heated IM roleplay. We could tell by the flush over her skin she had just finished pleasuring herself. Mom was quick to offer her hand for a handshake as she introduced herself.

"Brittney and I are going to lunch. I'm supposed to invite you if you are interested."

Renee asked where we were going and mom told her the name of the place although it meant nothing to me as I have never heard of it before. Renee knew the place and agreed to go. She said goodbye to her RP partner and we both headed to the bedroom to get dressed.

"Your mom is a hottie," she told me.

I hit her lightly on the shoulder. "Shut up, that's my mom you're talking about."

"You're both fucking my parents so I can think your mom is attractive if I want," she replied. Then before she slipped on her panties she grabbed her remote butterfly and slid it up her legs. Handing me the remote she told me to give that to my mom when we got to the restaurant.

"Insatiable little slut," I said.

"And don't you forget it," she corrected me.

I chose my outfit to mirror my mom's, although I couldn't show off as much breast meat. Renee opted for a tight pair of pants to hold the butterfly in place and a silk blouse. Within 10 minutes we were on our way. Renee was sitting in the back seat happily letting me tease her with the butterfly control while my mom steadfastly kept the conversation light and away from Master Peter and Mistress Dasha.

The restaurant they chose was an Italian place. I'd heard good things from my friends about it but had never gone there. It was an upscale place and a little out of my meager college student budget. Before we left the car I handed Renee's remote to my mom. She took it without questioning what it was. I guess she already knew of Renee's type of fun. Or maybe she thought I was wearing the toy. Anyway, the three of us walked in together. It was very dark inside and at first it seemed pitched black until my eyes adjusted to the low light. Master and Mistress were already there. They were sitting in a circular booth in the corner.

Mistress Dasha was sitting in the first spot on the right with Master Peter next to her. She stood up and he slid out of the booth when we arrived. They hugged all three of us. Renee got a maternal kiss on the cheek from her mom while my mom and I got passionate kisses from both Mistress and Master. While that was going on Renee slid into the center of the booth. Mistress and Master retook their positions. I slid in next to Renee leaving my mom the outside left position. As mom sat down I noticed Renee jump a little. Mom must have turned on her butterfly. Mistress Dasha smirked.

"As you now know Brittney," Master Peter began the conversation, "your mom knows you serve Dasha and I. Initially she wasn't thrilled, but I explained to her that you fill a different need for us than she does. I also explained that if she made a fuss, we would drop her as our submissive as she could be easily replaced."

I looked at my mom and her head was bowed, either in shame or as an expression of her submission. I wasn't sure which.

"As a result," Mistress Dasha chimed in, "she has taken the very appropriate attitude that you are happy in your service to us and that she should be happy for you. Cathy, is there anything you want to tell your daughter?"

I looked back at my mom. I could tell she was struggling with the words.

"Brittney I love you. I don't know if this is the right lifestyle for you. But I am a horny slut who can't control my pussy." (I figured Mistress Dasha had given her that line to say.) "I need our Master and Mistress in my life, so I accept your decision to serve them as well. I will not question their treatment of you." Then after a pregnant pause she added, "or their treatment of me."

The table went silent as my mom's words hung in the air. I could tell she wasn't pleased with my choice to be in this relationship. But just as clearly she wasn't willing to give up her own relationship to try and convince me to do the same. So there we were. And although mom said she wouldn't question their treatment of us, I had to wonder what she would say if they ever commanded us to have sex with each other. That was something I had thought of a lot during the last couple of weeks and I had to say that was a line in the sand for me. Even though Mistress had told me that wasn't in their plans for us, I had to believe it was an absolute for my mom as well. Of course if we were both worked up enough, I also knew my resolve might not be so resolute in the heat of the moment.

And speaking of the heat of the moment, the awkward pause after my mom's speech was broken by Renee having her first orgasm in the restaurant. She tried to hide it, but I'd seen her show too often. Her parents also knew right away and I'm pretty sure mom caught on quickly because I she made a show of turning off the remote. So there we were one kinky happy family having lunch. Master and Mistress led the conversation as I expected. I noticed my mom suddenly was having difficulty answering and was squirming a bit in her seat. I looked down at her lap and saw my Mistress' stocking covered foot up under my mom's skirt. Mom's look was classic. It was a mix of embarrassment and ecstasy. I'm sure she would prefer I didn't see her being masturbated by another woman at a fancy restaurant. On the other hand, I'm sure she loved the attention from our mistress. I started getting wet myself just thinking about it.

As if she was reading my mind, my Mistress asked if I was getting turned on watching their little show. I nodded. "Then reach down and rub your pussy through your panties," she commanded.

That was a command I was happy to obey. I could feel my wetness had already permeated the thin wisp of a panty I was wearing. It felt wonderful to have my finger rubbing up and down my labia, although I would have much preferred to just diddle my clit. I'm sure I could have equaled Renee's orgasm in a matter of minutes. As it was, I was really just teasing myself, although I knew eventually I would earn a big release. When the waiter arrived to take our orders I looked at Mistress but her simple glance told me to leave my hands right where they were. Looking at my mom she was glassy eyed as Mistress' foot was obviously having a pronounced effect on her. She stammered through her order. I was a little more in control, although I would have gladly traded places with my mother right then. Renee, Master and Mistress all placed their orders with ease and the waiter left. Then Mistress removed her foot. I could see the disappointment on mother's face at being left hanging. Renee must have noticed it too because she took that moment to ask my mom to turn her butterfly on again. Mom looked a little mad at her, but she clicked the remote immediately. Renee sighed contently.

Master Peter looked at me and asked, "If my panties were as soaked as my mom's?"

I answered honestly, "They are very wet Master. But I do not know if they are as soaked as my mother's."

"Of course you don't," Mistress added to the conversation. "Why don't both of you slide off your panties so we can compare them? Put them on your salad plate."

I looked at my mother in horror. It was one thing to play at their house or even at the student union, but this was a fancy restaurant. The command didn't seem to bother her. She started to reach under her skirt when Master Peter interrupted.

"Stand up and do it. You too Brittney."

Mom slid out of the booth clearing the way for me. We both stood with our backs to the rest of the restaurant. I had not noticed how crowded the place was when we came in because my eyes were still adjusting. I prayed the place didn't do a big Saturday lunch business. I locked eyes with Master Peter and lifted my skirt. I didn't look at her but I'm sure mom was doing the same.

"Put those slimy things on your plate," Mistress commanded. "I'm going to have the waiter dispose of them properly."

I was burning with shame as I did what she commanded. When we slid back into the booth we were commanded to lift our skirts so we wouldn't get them wet. I'm sure my mom was as embarrassed as I was at our treatment, but both of us left frilly wet panties on our salad plates as if they were a dirty napkin. I was unable to speak when the waiter returned and saw them sitting there. Fortunately (or unfortunately) Mistress Dasha had no such problem.

"These two sluts soiled their underwear. Would you be so kind as to dispose of them and bring them two new napkins to protect the booth?"

The waiter looked confused for a moment but then agreed. He took both our plates and began walking back toward the kitchen. I still wasn't sure how many people were at the restaurant but whoever was there would see him carrying our discarded panties if they cared to look. My head was swooning and my pussy was leaking. Mom's eyes were locked on Mistress Dasha's, probably wondering what other torments she had in store for us. I shouldn't have been surprised that her plan was related to Renee's happy buzzing. Of course as a submissive with a demented Master and Mistress I also should not have been surprised that the choice of implement was much more devious.

From next to Master Peter sitting on the booth seat two neatly tied and ordained gift bags appeared. "Take these to the lady's room and put on the contents," he ordered.

My mom didn't hesitate to take her bag. I had to force myself to grab my back and follow. I could feel my juices on my thighs as I walked through the restaurant looking for the bathroom. I imagined every waiter undressing us with their eyes after they all got an up close look at our panties shared by our waiter. If my mom was worried she didn't show it. She strode through the restaurant like she was a queen. That would make me a princess, but I felt like a dirty slut instead. I had a pretty good idea what was in the bag. As it turns out I was correct in the function, but not the form.

We went into the lady's room and fortunately it was empty. Mom opened her bag first, but I was right behind. Inside both bags were matching leather panties. As you can imagine, they were not regular panties. I counted 5 unique elements. First off was a battery pack, which ran around the waist. It looked like it contained 20 watch batteries. The second unique feature was a thin belt that ran around the waist and crotch. There was a locking hasp in the back, which looked like a suitcase lock. It wouldn't be very strong, but would force the wearer to keep the panties in place until they were released or chose to break the lock. Such an action would certainly earn a severe punishment, however, so I put that option out of my mind. I suggested to my mom that we both go to the bathroom before continuing. She agreed.

I've been in a stall next to my mom before, but this time it was different. I took that opportunity to examine the rest of this unique panty. Inside there were three elements to tease and torment. Sown into the lining were a short, but wide butt plug, a thin, but long dildo and a hard nub in the front no doubt meant to stimulate the wearer's clit. I'm sure at least the front was remote controlled. I couldn't tell if the dildo and plug also vibrated, although I was sure I would find out soon enough. Fortunately a small tube of lube was also included. My pussy was wet enough that the dildo would not be a problem, but having some for the plug was always welcome. I could tell by the sounds next to me that mom was already penetrating herself. I hurriedly slid the panties on. They felt heavenly and I couldn't wait until the vibrations began. I had no doubt that mom and I would be joining Renee in orgasming at this restaurant.

We began our guilty looking perp walk back through the restaurant toward our corner booth. As I expected the dildo and clit nub started vibrating soon after we exited the bathroom. Since I had some experience with Renee's butterfly I was able to cover the short distance without, I think, arousing any suspicion. I didn't look back to see how mom was coping. My focus was strictly on the table and getting back to the relative safety of the circular booth. The three of our dining companions all seemed amused at our plight when we completed our journey. Our salads had arrived as well, although food was far from the first thing on my mind. There were also two napkins now sitting on the leather booth where we had been sitting. As I slid into the booth I made sure mine was under me. I didn't really need it as the panty was tight enough that I didn't think it would leak, but I'm sure it was smell of slut when we left. I guess Master and Mistress wanted to leave two unique tips as well as our soiled panties.

Master and Mistress seemed content to leave our vibrators on low during the salad portion of our lunch. At least I assume they were doing the same to mom as they were to me. As our waiter was clearing our dishes I noticed him staring at me a little intently, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Mistress Dasha. Whether it was her or Peter controlling my panty I never found out, but whoever had the remote did spike the power giving the waiter a view of me hopping a bit and then squirming in my seat.

After that my panty, and if her facial expressions were any guide, my mom's panty as well began a cycle to speeding up and slowing down. It was maddening, which of course was the idea. By the time desert arrived I was climbing the sides of the booth needing to cum. Renee had been happily buzzing herself and had a glassy eyed gaze that told me she would soon cum. My mom seemed to be controlling her emotions fairly well. I wondered if she had received the same level of teasing I had or whether she was just more adept at hiding her arousal. Finally I broke down and begged to be taken to nirvana.

Mistress seemed to ponder my request and then asked me, "Do you think you have earned that privilege?"

Of course I did, but I knew that wasn't the response she wanted to here. "No mam," I replied. "But by your grace I really need to cum."

I looked deeply in her eyes for any sign of relief, but our waiter asking if we needed anything else interrupted us. I must say when you have two women who leave their wet panties on the table, the wait staff does pay attention to your table a bit closer. Master told him no and he placed the bill on the table. My master already had his credit card out and he quickly handed it and the bill back to the waiter.

"You've given us good service," Master Peter told him. "As part of our gratuity I wonder if you would accept a blowjob from one of our two slaves?"

The waiter looked at us. I could see from the corner of my eye that mom and her head down, mortified by the offer Master Peter had just made, or perhaps embarrassed at being called a slave in front of a stranger. I determined to own my status and stared right back at him locking eyes with the waiter. He stammered a bit, grasping for the words.

"Yes or no, boy," my Mistress chimed in. "We're offering you your choice of beautiful women to suck your cock. No strings attached."

The waiter was in his mid-twenties and quickly regained his composure. "I'll take the young slut," he said pointing at me. "Let me ring up your card and then I'll take my break. Send her around back."

After he took Master's card and walked away, my mom hit me on the shoulder. "Lucky," she said. "I wished he had picked me."

I wasn't nearly as thrilled, although I assumed a good performance would lead me to earn my climax. "Maybe we could switch," I offered. "I'm sure he will not mind."

"No," Mistress Dasha chimed in. "He picked you. That is the end of it."

"But I think we can accommodate Cathy and her needs," Master Peter said. "Who was that boy on your team trying to look up her skirt at the meet?"

"Well, I think there were several of them," I replied.

"Have you seen their cocks?" Mistress asked. "Who's the biggest?"

"No, I have not seen their cocks," I told her somewhat distressed that she thought I should have seen all my teammates naked.

"How about the first guy who looked?" my mom asked. "He was cute."

"I don't know him very well," I said. "He seems nice enough. I mean other than the face that he was perving out trying to see between your legs."

"Do you have his phone number," Mistress asked.

"No, but I know somebody who probably does," I replied.

By now the waiter had returned and Master signed the credit slip. As we all slid out of the booth the waiter pulled me aside and whispered in my ear, "Give me two minutes babe. I'll be out back."

I just smiled at him knowing there was no way out of servicing him orally. At least with the teasing panties on he wouldn't have access to my other holes. We all walked out to the parking lot. Mistress had me make some calls until I found somebody who had Kenny's cell number. I wrote it down and handed it to my Mistress. In response she handed me the remote for my panties. "Give it to the waiter while you blow him," she told me. Then she dialed Kenny's number. As I was walking about I heard her saying "Hi, is this the swimmer who was trying to look up my MILF slave's skirt at the meet?" Unfortunately I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. I walked around the building to an alley. I turned the panties on high. I needed to get something out of this. I was walking down the alley toward the restaurant's dumpsters when I saw the waiter exit the back door. He had another guy with him. He had a dirty apron on and must have worked in the kitchen. They were both holding our soiled panties.

"This is my little brother," the waiter explained. "You're going to blow him too."

I was pretty sure Master and Mistress wouldn't object. For all I knew they had previously arranged the whole restaurant scene and this was their plan to test me. I did as I had been instructed and handed the waiter the remote. He commented that he knew something was going on in the booth and now he understood. He played with the settings as I squatted down behind the dumpster. His little brother went first unzipping his fly. "He only has a couple minutes for his break so do him well and get him off quick," the waiter instructed me. He seemed much less timid now that we were outside. Of course I loved that. He also seemed to love playing with the remote. Although I tried not to show any reactions, I could tell he knew what he was doing to me. Fortunately for everyone involved, his brother was a quick shooter, although it seemed like he shot a gallon of cum into my mouth. The waiter was far more aggressive holding my head and fucking my face. He also turned the vibe on high, I guess, hoping to have me cum while he was in my mouth. That didn't happen and he didn't shoot as big a load as his brother, but he was tasty. My own orgasm was near and he was determined to watch me cum.

He pushed me up against the dumpster and began playing with my nipples which were very hard and poking through my shirt. I moaned immediately which he took as a sign to continue. My legs began to give out like they always do when I'm standing and about to orgasm. I leaned forward. He held me up by my tits while he cooed in my ear to, "let it go and cum hard for me." And that is exactly what I did. An hour of teasing and sucking two strangers had me in the middle of a major release. I didn't care that I was in a filthy alley, up against a dumpster or in the arms of a stranger. Waves of orgasm washed over me and held me like a warm blanket on a cold winter's eve. I was still quaking when I heard the horn of Master Peter's car blare from the top of the alley. I smiled weakly at the waiter. He handed me the remote. "Come back and see us anytime," he said. I nodded and gingerly walked over to the car.

I should have felt shame having just done all of that, and with my mother watching from her car no less, but I didn't. I knew my Master and Mistress had arranged it and no doubt felt pride in me for completing the task. So I chose to take pride in myself as well. Renee and I were riding with Master and Mistress instead of with my mom. Renee had temporarily turned off her toy. When we got back to the apartment I was surprised to see my mom was not there. I figured she would be there. Instead the four of us walked in together. Mistress Dasha turned on the TV. I wondered if she expected me to perform. As it turned out it was a family member, but not me.

A few minutes after she logged into Skype, a video call connected. It was from my mom. I didn't recognize the location, but I did recognize her partner. Apparently while I was servicing the waiter, Mistress had reached Kenny on the phone. I was not surprised he would accept an offer of sex from my mom, although the stipulation that he broadcast to us might be more than some guys would accept. But not Kenny. He seemed to relish the idea of fucking my mom while I watched. For their part Master and Mistress made sure Kenny and mom got a nice view of me as well.

After having me strip naked (relieved to be free of the tease panties), I had to sit between them on the couch. I was ordered to wrap my arms around them leaving me no way to shield my boobs from his lustful gaze. Of course my nipples hardened instantly. To further my humiliation, and to ensure I'd never be able to face him again at swim practice, I was instructed to spread my legs and put them over my Master and Mistress' legs. Now my pussy was on full display as well. Kenny positioned my mom on her hands and knees facing the camera so both of them could watch as Master and Mistress played with my nips and rubbed my clit.

Master and Mistress were not trying to make me cum, at least I don't think so, because I never felt like I was struggling to hold back. I think their purpose was just to keep me aroused. They were very successful. (FYI, Renee had disappeared to the bedroom. On a couple of occasions I heard a pleasure sound which did not originate with mom or I.) Mom was having a fine time with this young stud pounding away at her pussy, but I could see in her eyes that she wasn't going to orgasm. I assume even though the set up was a little kinky, that Kenny was too vanilla for her. As typical for a college guy, Kenny seemed oblivious to all the context going on around him. He was just happy to be getting laid.

All too soon for mom, he was ready to cum. He shouted out, "I'm going to do this to you, Brittney, too," before pulling out, ripping off his condom and shooting his load onto my mom's back and ass. "Yeah, only if I'm ordered to," I remember thinking. Mom looked happy that he was done. She didn't bother wiping off his cum. She just pulled her dress back on and the show was over. At least the Kenny and Cathy show was over. As mom was walking out, Master Peter ordered me to blow him. I quickly got on the floor in front of him. His cock was a beautiful as always. Mistress moved the webcam so it was focused between my legs. She then told me to rub myself while I serviced my master.

Thus Kenny got his own show as I masturbated and sucked my Master's cock. Mistress walked into the bedroom and retrieved one of Renee's rabbit vibrators. She turned it on high and slid it into my pussy. I moaned onto his cock. She then took my hand, which had temporarily stopped rubbing my clit, and put it on the vibe. "Fuck yourself for your teammate slut. He's jerking off already just watching your finger. Your mom is coming back here. If you don't get your master and me off by the time she returns there will be hell to pay.

She didn't mention whether I would get to cum, but it didn't matter. If I wanted to avoid punishment I had to get them off and quick. I knew both could control their orgasms with great precision so I figured my success or failure was going to be related more to their will than to my skills. In fact, Master Peter, who seemingly could hold off indefinitely, did exactly that. Despite my best efforts and despite pleading to be allowed to cum myself, he did not cum. When my mom walked back into the apartment, Mistress scolded me for being such an ineffective slut. Master commanded my mom to kneel next to me. He then ordered me off his cock, stood up and pushed it into my mom's waiting mouth. Almost immediately he began shooting his load into her appreciative and waiting mouth. It wasn't fair. I'd done all the work and she got the reward. Apart from being jealous, I was also worried they would tell me to kiss her so I could share his gift. Thankfully that was not the plan, but that also meant my promised punishment was at hand.

"Your daughter has been very bad," my Mistress mocked me to my mother. "Did you spank her as a child?"

My mom had always been more of a free spirit parent so spankings had not been part of the agenda growing up. But now we both understood the pleasure than comes from someone touching you so intimately.

Mistress stripped off her clothes and took a seat on the couch and I was told to "concentrate and do a better job this time," as she pulled my head between her legs. I attacked her pussy with gusto. I was still fucking myself with the vibrator, but its pleasure seemed far away as I was totally focused on pleasing my mistress. Then I felt the first slap on my ass. I could tell it wasn't my master's hand. That meant it was my mom. I moaned into Mistress' pussy.

Technically we were not having sex together, I reasoned in my brain as the warmth from my butt spread to my pussy and then to my whole body. I was just being punished for being a bad girl (good girls don't service four different people before 2 in the afternoon) and that task naturally fell to my mom. Of course reality was far different. She knew what feelings her hands were causing in me and the smell of arousal filling the room wasn't just my Mistress. And it wasn't just me, either. There was a third fragrance I wasn't familiar with but that could only mean that my mom was getting turned on by spanking me.

Soon I was begging again to be allowed to cum. Of course Mistress said I had to wait for her. Mom had stopped spanking me and was holding the vibrator so I could rut myself (at Master's suggestion) up and down it. Finally Mistress came sloppily on my face. Again I pleaded, "Please may I cum?" The answer, "Not just yet," was torture but I understood when they told me to flip over and spread my legs for the camera.

I had forgotten Kenny was watching the entire scene. When I looked at the TV he was furiously pumping his cock. I got the impression he was waiting to cum with me, but if I wasn't allowed to cum soon I don't think he was going to last. I was ordered to keep fucking myself with the vibe. Without being told my mom straddled me and sat down scooting me forward so her back was to the couch and my back was against her chest. She reached around me and started playing with my nipples. She was whispering in my ear so nobody else could hear her. "Do you like this as much as I do, sweetie? Do these nips go straight to your clit like mine do?"

I could only nod. I was lost in an erotic fog.

"You know I saw you that first night in the hallway," she confessed. "I knew then that you were a woman. I played with myself thinking about how you sucked Master's cock. I helped him set you up the next weekend. I knew you were watching him fuck me. It got me off so hard."

There was pure lust in her voice and I'm sure she knew what affect her hands and voice would have on me. I fucked myself even harder with the toy. I looked to my Mistress who was smiling at us. Then she nodded. I exploded.

Stars exploded in my brain as I was consumed with orgasm. As soon as I started cumming my mom squeezed both my nipples hard which only added to the sensation. My body was shaking and I was screaming out in pleasure. My head was twisting back and forth, but nothing was in focus. Everything was a blur. I felt my juices shooting from my pussy as it clamped down on the vibe on its own accord. Mom was cooing in my ear, "That it Brittney. Ride it. Ride that cum."

Finally my body began to come back from the ephemeral plane and my eyes began to focus again. My first look was to the TV. Kenny was still broadcasting but was not on the camera. Actually nothing was on the camera. It was an out of focus blur. Mistress would later tell me that he shot his second load right onto his laptop screen obscuring the camera. I would have liked to have seen him sprawled out consumed by his own orgasm, but that was not to be. I was allowed to shower and by the time I was done, Master, Mistress and mom were gone. Renee was indeed in bed playing with herself when I walked into the room naked and dripping after my shower. She stopped masturbating long enough to open her arms and invite me to cuddle for a few minutes.

I lay down on the bed and she spooned me. I felt safe in her arms. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my backside. But neither of us did anything about that. I fell asleep. When I woke I was wrapped in the comforter and Renee was gone. It was late afternoon. I didn't bother getting dressed. I just walked out of the bedroom, headed to the kitchen for some juice, and found Renee on the couch. Her webcam was on. She was chatting with three guys. They were dressed. She was not.

"You're a real slut, you know that?" I told her. I'm sure she could tell by the tone in my voice I was kidding. Well not kidding. She was a slut. But I wasn't saying it to be judgmental. After all I had quickly embraced her love of showing off and certainly I needed to cum as frequently as she did if not more.

"What's your point?" she responded. Then she added, "Sit your ass down here and let's give these boys a real show."

Her head was turned toward me and away from the camera when she said that so they guys would not have seen her wink. Well what else was there to do on a Saturday prevening? I wasn't about to presoak my laundry.

I did as Renee asked although my heart wasn't in it and eventually I faked an orgasm to give the boys a thrill. While it was fun, I needed more kink to really get off. Unfortunately I didn't hear from my Master, Mistress or even my mom until Wednesday when I received a text telling me to be at Master's house at 7pm. I arrived 15 minutes early remembering how difficult it had been to squeeze into my doggie outfit. Having not received any instructions to the contrary, I assumed I was to get dressed before entering the house. When I went into the garage I noticed my locker had moved next to my mother's and my first name was on the label. I also noticed that Susan the Kitty's locker contained normal clothes not her catsuit. Could she be here? We had not met yet. That could make this evening interesting. The fourth locker was now labeled "Kris" and looked to contain some latex clothing.

It was a bit of a struggle to get into my suit, but I managed. Promptly at 7pm I crawled into the house and wagged my tail when I saw my Mistress. I looked around for any sign of the Susan. I found her curled up in the corner of the living room. She looked like she could have just stepped off the stage of Cats. Although none of the dancers could have survived with a bust like hers. I tried to act like a good doggie following Mistress around the house. Susan acted like, well a cat, and ignored us preferring to be by herself.

Mistress explained that they were auditioning a new girl tonight. I asked how I might be of assistance. Mistress explained that she didn't know just yet, but when things got going I probably would be the camera operator. I was disappointed because I wanted to play a more active role, but I wasn't about to question her. I crawled behind her into Master Peter's study. He was editing video from a previous project, but took time to pat my head. Mistress then led me into the spare bedroom to show me how the cameras worked. They used two cameras. One was a wide shot which would be static. I would use the second camera for close ups. Mistress explained I should concentrate on the new girl. They had to know "If the camera loves her," and already knew how they looked on video so close ups of them were not important.

She left me alone to play with the camera and a few minutes later I heard the doorbell. I was surprised when the next person into the bedroom was the cat. Susan certainly had her moves down moving very fluidly with the grace of a dancer. She did come up to me and sniff me, but then she turned around showing what I hoped was mock disgust not the true indifference of a cat. Master Peter was next. Not wanting to be left out I crawled immediately to him. I then looked at Susan and make a big show out of sniffing his butt. I wasn't going to lose out to her for best animal imitation. Mistress and a young woman were not far behind. She was very innocent looking. I almost felt sorry for her as starting a life in porn at her age was destined to be a mistake. Or so I assumed. She was obviously nervous. Peter in an effort to relax her told Susan and I to get on the bed and 69 each other. I certainly didn't mind and Susan was very skilled with her tongue so overall it was a fine first meeting.

The young girl seemed to be relaxing and soon it was time to being the video. Neither Susan nor I had cum, but I wasn't too worried. I was sure that would happen in time. Peter was very clinical how he treated the girl. He started with simple shots of her in her clothes, then partially dressed and finally naked. Strangely I didn't find it arousing. It wasn't sex for fun it was sex for business and that really killed the mood. I did my best to work the camera the way Mistress had instructed me. But it was work, not fun.

Peter apparently wasn't getting the performance he wanted. He kept telling her he understood that posing wasn't fun, but that she had better learn how to pretend she was turned on or her audition would be a one-time thing. He tossed her a vibrator and told her to masturbate. It was weird watching her so close-up on the camera. I would have gone crazy on my pussy if he had given me that command, but this girl was tentative. Peter preserved in trying to coax a worthwhile performance out of the girl, but she was just too nervous. Exasperated he told her she wasn't even worth fucking. I would have been destroyed if he said that to me. The girl was not amused and told him she could do better. She just "Wasn't sure what he wanted."

Master Peter dropped his pants. His cock was limp. Still impressive, but limp. "I want this cock hard and buried in your pussy," he told her. "But you're just not doing it for me. I want you screaming in orgasm to the camera. I want my doggie here to wet herself because she is so excited from watching you."

The girl said having me dressed as a dog and Susan dressed like a cat was weird and it was throwing her off. Master Peter explained that she had to learn how to fuck on command and at least look like she was enjoying herself no matter who was around or what the scene entailed.

Mistress Dasha chimed in that she had an idea and whispered into Master's ear. "That might work," he said. "It's worth a shot."

Mistress walked out of the room. I was keen to know what she had said. I didn't have to wait long. She returned to the room a few minutes later. She had shed her clothes and was now sporting the strap-on which mimicked Master Peter's cock.

"So who want to help me show this girl how we fuck in this house?" Mistress asked. Needless to say both Susan and I jumped at the offer. "Let's flip a coin," Master Peter suggested. Humm, a 50/50 chance at getting fucked by Mistress. That was better than nothing. Unfortunately I lost. Susan unzipped the bottom of her catsuit. Mistress directed her toward the bed and told the girl to stand next to me. She then told me to "roll tape" so they could send the "right way to fuck" back home with the girl to study. Well I certainly know that Mistress knows the right way to fuck and Susan seemed to know what to expect. She also knew how expressive Mistress likes her conquests and how to play to the camera. I took the opportunity to practice my camera movements, although I did show Mistress more than I intended to before since the girl was going to get a copy of the video and I figured showing Mistress would be "inspirational" for her.

Mistress was more concerned with showing the girl how to be open with her sexuality. She commented to me that she was sure "I wanted to rub myself" while watching the show. She was 100% correct. I also wanted her to fuck me. I unzipped my own crotch and began fingering my wet pussy. The girl's attention was bouncing back and forth between me and Susan as if she was watching a tennis match. At least until Master Peter walked over a dangled his cock in my face. Without saying a word to me I knew what he wanted and took him into my mouth. His cock was pungent like a strong man should be and I showered attention on him and his member. Now the girl was much more interested in the show we were putting on. Master Peter taunted her as his cock grew about how good it would feel to be inside of her. I would have been very happy to provide a shelter for his cock. Maybe later he and Mistress would tag team me.

I knew Master Peter wasn't going to cum in my mouth. He was saving himself for the girl's screen test. I was kind of surprised Mistress didn't let Susan cum. She was begging for permission, but none was forthcoming. Master Peter looked at the new girl and asked if she was ready to try again. She was much more enthusiastic this time.

"Can you handle the camera?" Mistress asked me. "Susan needs to get me off."

I announced I could handle it and Mistress, her wet faux cock dangling in front of her, led her kitty out of the room. Master Peter got the girl in a doggie position facing the camera and then asked if I was ready. I told him we were rolling and zoomed in on the girls face. I wanted a close-up of the expression she gave when he penetrated her. It was worth my effort. I'm guessing she never had a cock that big before. I'd felt that way when Peter first penetrated me and I'm sure I had the same look as she did. She was obviously stressed, but also turned on and determined to take him all deep inside of her. Maybe she was having second thoughts of porn being her chosen profession. Maybe she didn't think he would be that big. Whatever she was thinking, her duress was on display all over her face. Then he began to pull out and she showed some relief. Then he pushed back in again and the anguish returned.

I admit I starting fingering myself again as I watched her get fucked. It was so different from watching my mom fuck him. Mom was totally into it. This girl was not. But despite her fears, I could tell he was getting to her. How could her body not react to such a wonder fucking? Hell, if she didn't want this anymore just say so and I'd gladly take her place. But that was not to be. Master flipped her over on her back to see how that looked while he continued to pummel her. He then had her ride both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl to see her tits and ass bounce. Finally he had her drop to her knees on the floor.

"Give me a medium shot, Brittney," he instructed. "Now watch how a pro sucks a cock," he told her while pointing at me and curling his finger. Straightaway I knelt next to her and took his cock into my mouth. I knew he wanted to cum so I started stroking his cock while I nibbled on the head. She tasted good on his dick, but for now he was mine. He let me suck him for a good two minutes before asking her if she was ready to "do it right." When she answered in the affirmative I knew my time with his cock was at an end. I stood up and went back to the camera. She took over where I left off. I zoomed in close to show her "technique."

"Get a good shot of me unloading, Brittney," Master warned me about 30 seconds before he unleashed a torrent of cum into her face. She held up her hand to deflect it. This displeased Master Peter who after he finished cumming, mostly in her hand waved me back to clean him and then angrily asked her "If she'd ever seen a guy cum in a movie?" She said she had, but I wasn't convinced. "If you had you would know you never block the money shot," he scolded her. "Get dressed and wait in the living room. I'll have your DVD burned in a few minutes."

She seemed pissed that he criticized her. I wanted as he retrieved the memory card from both cameras. She then asked where the bathroom was located. I pointed down the hallway. As I stood in the hallway I could hear Mistress orgasming in her bedroom. "Lucky bitch," I thought.

I waited for the girl who emerged from the bathroom looking as innocent as when she arrived. But I knew she had learned many lessons since arriving and had her innocent eyes opened. I told her to follow me. I crawled in front of her (no need to break character now) and led her to the living room to wait. Mistress and Susan arrived soon after. Mistress had the healthy glow of post-orgasm bliss. Susan had the look of horny desperation I myself was experiencing. Mistress asked how it went. The girl answered truthfully. At least she didn't have any delusions that she had put on a great performance. Mistress comforted her that many girls struggle with their first time, especially if they have not had a big cock before. The girl look embarrassed.

"Come over sometime and we'll practice with the strap-on," Mistress bade her. "You're cute as a button. I'm sure Peter will give you a second chance." It was a rare moment of civility from my Mistress, but somehow I got the impression it was just an excuse so she could have more aggressive time with the girl alone.

"I think I would like that," the girl said. "I just need practice."

"Oh, if you need practice, why don't you lick Brittney's pussy?" Mistress said in a firm, commanding tone.

Now the girl got skittish again. "I don't think I could do that. Not right now."

"You need to perform on command in this industry. Lick her pussy or I can guarantee you will never work for us."

Yes it was a threat. Maybe it was even blackmail. But it also meant I was going to get my pussy licked. And that was OK with me. She was tentative at first, much like I was the first time Mistress lowered her pussy onto my face. But I quickly got the sense mine was not the first pussy she had ever licked. In fact it soon became apparent she was either an expert or a cunnilingus savant. By the time Master Peter returned with her DVD I was close to orgasming. I was just waiting for their command to cum or their command for the girl to stop. I prayed the result would be the former and when the command finally came, I quickly grabbed her head to hold her tight against me as I came hard against her face. The girl seemed happy to let me convulse against her as my orgasm shook my body. As I came back to Earth I had no doubt Mistress was going to enjoy her a great deal. After I let go of her head Master Peter gave her the disk and said "We'll be in touch." I didn't know if he knew of Mistress' offer for side training.

Master Peter then told me to come to his office. I crawled behind him temporarily satisfied. He questioned me about what I thought about the girl and I answered honestly. He seemed happy with my critical analysis of her skills, looks and potential. He then asked how I felt about his neighbor's son Thomas. I answered truthfully that he had a nice cock and knew how to use it. Master Peter then asked what I knew about his teacher. "I talked to Carol and she said you knew the woman he is so infatuated with."

I told him all I knew about her. That she was my teacher but that she got fired for questionable public behavior and that now she had been hired by Thomas' school.

"Carol wants him to have his own submissive. Do you think he is ready?

"I do," I answered honestly. "I'm not sure she is right for him, though."

"We'll see about that," he said. "We need a plan to seduce her though. Teachers have to be so careful about their students."

"I've been thinking about that, sir," I said. "I know some of the stories about her and I think I can at least get her interested. From there it is up to Thomas."

"Sounds good. What do you need from us?" he asked.

"I need to know when she is going to be out in public so I can run into her. At some point we'll have to have a reason to have her come to the house. Maybe a party or something."

"Well it's been a while since we threw a big party. We can do that. Maybe we'll throw a big birthday party for Renee. It's coming up. And I'll talk to Thomas about where to find her. Thanks for helping with this. His parents have been bugging me to set him up."

"I will be my pleasure sir," I responded. "There's just one more thingÉ"

"Yes, pet."

"I got kind of jealous when you fucked her tonight. Will you fuck me too?"

"I think that can be arranged. Do you want your Mistress and I to tag team you or DP you?"

I smiled and felt my vaginal walls contract. "Either would be heavenly, Master," I commented with obvious happiness.

"Susan get in here," Master bellowed. Susan soon appeared crawling with her usual seductive moves.

"Tell you Mistress to setup the iron cross and get her strap-on back on. You grab the video cameras. We're going to give doggie a proper fucking."

I wagged my tail.

It took several minutes before Mistress came to the office to claim me. While I was alone with Master Peter I told him how his daughter had promised to satisfy me over the weekend but had then fallen asleep on me leaving me frustrated. He told me he and Mistress Dasha would make up for her lack of common courtesy. "Actually," I said, "I was thinking more about asking permission if I could tease her and then leave her hanging. Not that I would resist having you and Mistress make it up to me." I gave him a wry smile. "Well, Pet," he said. "I promised not to interfere in Renee's sex life, but if you want to get back at her, I would recommendÉ"

He went on to describe how he might handle such a situation. I had to admit it was a good plan. But before we could discuss it further Mistress entered the room. Her obscene 8.5" faux cock bounded in front of her. She snapped her fingers and pointed toward her feet. I knew my conversation with Master was over. I crawled to my Mistress and kissed the toe of her leather boot. She took my leash and walked out of the room leaving me to quickly crawl behind her to keep up.

She took me into the playroom. Susan was there with the camera to film my degrading entrance crawling lick a dog. In the center of the room was a large iron crucifix with cuffs for wrist, ankles and torso, thighs and calves. The top and bottom was made of thick tubular steel, obviously to support the weight of a struggling submissive. The center was a thin metal shaped to cup a person's back. There were similar supports for the person's legs. Mistress snapped her fingers and Susan sauntered over and casually removed my butt plug tail. I had forgotten I was wearing it. Being plugged was becoming second nature. She then led me to the cross.

I stood up onto the bottom bar. My feet fit comfortably and my legs were held tightly in the shaped metal plate. Susan made quick work of securing my ankles, calves and thighs. My pussy was drooling at having her head so near my crotch. Cool air was flowing into my suit, but it did little to quell my arousal. Then she affixed a strap around my tummy pressing me into the back plate. Finally she had be stretch my arms out wide and secured them perpendicular to my body.

"Shall we use the next strap Mistress," she called out.

"No, I like her dog collar too much. She's not going anywhere. Grease her up," she replied.

I soon felt a generous amount of lube being slathered on my ass. "Well that will help a bit," I remember thinking. Then I heard a "clunk" and felt my legs begin to spread. Susan must have released a pin because the mechanism holding my feet began to move out taking my legs with them. I was soon pulled into a spread eagle where I was almost doing the splits. They stopped just short of being very painful. "I may be here a while," I mused to myself. Another click and my position was secure. Mistress walked around me checking her handiwork. Or more specifically Susan's handiwork since she had placed me in this position. I gasped when she pushed two fingers into my suit to make sure I was wet. She didn't really need to check that, but I was glad she did. She gave me a few quick strokes.

"So your Master tells me you want to tease our daughter," she said with a stern tone. She also stopped fingering me, although she didn't remove her hand. "Why would I OK that?" She started finger fucking me again which distracted me and caused me to moan.

"Mistress, please," I begged although I didn't tell her what I wanted. She knew what I wanted. They had been teasing me all night.

"Tell me about Renee," she continued. "What did she do?"

"Please Mistress. May I cum?" I was getting breathless and dripping with need. I hoped both would please her.

I couldn't see her, but Susan was standing behind me laughing silently at my predicament. She later shared that she had been in that same position many times and that I actually got off lightly. "Mistress must really care for you," she told me. Of course at the time I didn't think she had taken it easy on me, but I digress.

Mistress was unrelenting. She knew just how to finger me for maximum effect. She had total control of my mind and body. Despite my selfish attempts to move my hips to use her fingers and max myself climax, she saw right through my attempt at self-gratification and made sure I failed. I was sure I was earning a wide variety of punishments, but I didn't care. I needed to cum, not just physically but psychologically as well. Finally I broke down and told the story about how Renee had used me with the promise of satisfaction but then fallen asleep. Mistress did not see the situation as a problem.

"You are a sub. You were made to pleasure your superiors," she told me. I knew that was true, but not with Renee.

"I am your sub and Master Peter's," I tried to argue between whimpers of pleasure and torment. "I though Renee and I are equals."

"Well, Master Peter and I will not interfere if that is what you mean by equal. And even though, much to my disappointment, Renee does not self-identify as a Dom, she knows you are a sub. It is only natural that she takes advantage of that information from time to time. If it was anybody else I would not be against you trying to get some retribution. But I can't give you permission to hurt my daughter."

"So I have to submit to her?" I said almost crying, both because I thought I had the just side of the argument and also because my need to climax was becoming unbearable.

"No," Mistress replied. "Not unless you want to. I think it is fair that you discuss the situation. Perhaps it was an oversight. But if she says too bad, then that is the end of it. I like that you are living together because she can keep an eye on you, but if you decide to move out I understand."

Mistress began rubbing my clit with her thumb. I could think of nothing else at that moment. Then Master Peter entered the room. He walked over to us. "Looks like she is ready. I need some help first." Before I could focus, Susan was on the ground in front of us sucking his cock to full attention.

"You want her pussy or ass darling," Mistress asked my Master.

"Do you think she is ready for me in her back door?" he asked sounding concerned.

"Time to find out," Mistress replied. "She leaking so much on my fingers you probably wouldn't enjoy her pussy right now."

I was mortified by her assessment. Master Peter didn't let me down though. "You know how much a love a dripping pussy, dear. But I think you are right. Let's find out what she can take. After all she asked for this."

Fine, yes, I asked for this. But I was really hoping Mistress would use a smaller dildo on my ass. Of course it didn't matter what I thought. They were going to do what they wanted and there was no way for me to physically or spiritually resist them.

"Let me go first in case we both don't fit," my Master announced. "Just like a man," Mistress rebuked him. I guess I should have been happy. At least my tiny hole could expand a little more without her filling my pussy. Master popped out of Susan's mouth and walked around to the back of the cross. I felt him rub my butt. "I do love this ass," he announced. Then he spread my cheeks.

I took a deep breath waiting for the tip of his cock. I knew this day was coming. Every time I push a plug into my pooper I knew I was training for the day Master took me there. And now it was happening. The head of his cock felt enormous. I knew my big plugs were wider, but they were tapered so when I stretched enough to get past the beginning, I could snap shut against them. Master was different. After a brief relief when his cockhead past my ring, the rest of his cock then stretched it right back out. He felt totally different from a dildo too. I began to hyperventilate trying to relax.

"Take it easy, Pet," Mistress tried to calm me. "I know it's tough to relax, but you're past the hardest part." She took my head in her hands and forced me to look into her eyes. "You can do this, Brittney. Your mom has done it. I have done it. Susan has done it. And know you are going to do it." My breathing slowed as I tried to believe her. I kept my eyes locked on hers. I was getting lost in their mesmerizing beauty. For a moment I forget I was being skewered. And then he was in. At least as far in as he could get before this strange contraption I was strapped to would let him. "You're OK Brittney," Mistress continued to console me. I wasn't sure if I believed her, but I loved staring into her eyes. She gave me strength that everything was OK. Master began to fuck me. I'd never felt anything like it.

As his cock began to piston in and out of my tight little asshole I started to get what I would describe as a runner's high. (A fucker's high perhaps) The pain was still there, but my mind was releasing endorphins allowing me to push through the pain to a euphoria. Mistress let go of my face and backed away. Susan was videotaping the action. I was nearing an orgasm, one I doubted I could hold back. Then I felt Mistress' dildo touch my pussy. I snapped back to reality. I was full already. I can't take her cock right now. "Please no, Mistress. I can't take your cock right now."

"Don't be silly my little slut. You can and you will. There's plenty of room in there. I just need to go slow and let you accommodate me."

Obviously she wasn't going to stop, but that didn't mean my fears from when Master Peter first pushed into my ass didn't return with a vengeance. I started to hyperventilate against as I stress out about taking them both at the same time. "Relax," Mistress cooed. "Think about having another big dick in your mouth. Or maybe a nice juicy pussy." Neither though was going to distract me from what I was feeling. "Maybe you would like to eat your mother out," she said although I prayed she was being sarcastic.

Inch by inch Mistress pushed into me. I don't think I needed to be bound to the cross. I was effectively trapped between the two of them as Mistress continued her assault on my poor pussy. There was no room for her dildo, I was convinced, but that didn't stop her. I could feel myself stretching. It was awful but as the same time, the lack of space meant she was also hitting every nerve ending I had. The same was true for Master Peter who was basically holding his cock still just filling me up. Finally I strained enough to take them both all the way. Master Peter was the first to congratulate me. Mistress Dasha was the one who said she was proud of me. Then they started to fuck me.

It was clear they had done this before because there was no time wasted finding a rhythm. Master Peter would pull out when Mistress Dasha would push in. Then they would switch. When both were about half way I was stretched, although not to the maximum they had set earlier, but other than at that point, I was taking them fairly easily. The difference was every nerve ending in both holes continued to first non-stop. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Then Mistress told Susan to grab the Hitachi because she wanted to cum again. I did a quick calculation in my mind. Unless she was going to stop fucking me, which seemed unlikely, the only way for her to use the Hitachi would be to place it between us. I looked her in her eyes. They were softer now. She knew I was enjoying this and he was taking pleasure in giving me an experience like no other.

I was nearing the point where I could have climaxed if they had given me permission, but I had a little way to go before I would have to beg for release. It was a great place to be. I was floating on a cloud of sexual ecstasy. Not too high that I would crash, but at a place where I could ride the wave of pleasure for as long as they would let me. Then the vibrations started. I looked down and saw Susan holding the ball of the Hitachi between Mistress' and my clits. Thank God she started it on low. That let me have another minute of floating between them before my need to cum became overwhelming. Mistress could read my body language like a book. "Don't you dare cum before I do," she warned me. Susan turned the Hitachi to high. Now what the fuck was I going to do?

"Please Mistress," I begged. "Please cum for me. I need you to cum so I can too."

Mistress had a very caring look on her face. "I'll cum soon my special slave. Hold on just a little longer."

We spent the next minute or so staring at each other's faces. I was begging with my eyes and my mouth was contorting into strange shapes, although the only sounds I made were moans. Mistress was in control of her emotions all the time. You would have thought she was sitting at a church social instead of fucking me and riding the Hitachi. Then she smiled and closed her eyes. And just like that I watch an orgasm tear through her. It was forceful. It was powerful. And she hardly made a sound. But when it was over I knew I'd passed the test. I felt Master Peter shoot into my ass and I came. I was not silent like my Mistress. I was noisy. There was no doubt what was happening to me. And I'm sure the video would prove it out later, that I came longer and harder than I ever had before. I when it was finally over, I was reduced to a babbling piece of fuck meat who could only thank my owners for the pleasure they had given me.

They offered to let me spend the night, but I decided to head back to the apartment. I had things to discuss with Renee and I really wanted to cuddle with her that night in bed. Although her parents gave me something she never could, the same could be said for her. As she spooned me and we fell asleep I felt safe and happy. And she was all in when I explained my plan to seduce the naughty school teacher Jenni. The next couple of weeks was going to be interesting.

Chapter 7

My focus had transitioned from serving Master Peter and Mistress Dasha to seducing my former high school teacher Jenni into submissive service to Thomas, my Master and Mistress' neighbor. Oh I was still on call to my Master and Mistress ready to serve their every kinky and lustful need, but my own personal cravings were more focused on bringing another woman into our happy band of kinksters. Renee was all for helping me as the best plan we came up with was to give Jenni the opportunity to join us based on her own wild reputation. We would just subtly (ok maybe we were not so subtly) let her know we were pretty wild and see if she took the bait. Jenni had already been fired from at least one school that we knew of for extracurricular activities on her own time. From the rumors I heard the incident involved dancing on a table in a bar. Apparently the school board felt that wasn't appropriate for a high school teacher. My plan was to draw out her wild side and then invite her to a party at Master and Mistress' house where she would be exposed to all manner of kinky fun.

Thomas was doing his part to try and track her schedule to find an opportunity for Renee and I to strike. He was trying to be discrete. We all understood that if word got out that she was involved with a student that her career would be over and none of us wanted that. We knew that would be our biggest hurtle so we had to get her so excited that she wouldn't care that he was in her class. But first things first. We had to make contact.

It took Thomas a couple of weeks of detective work but finally he ascertained that besides seemingly random bars and dance clubs on the weekend (those would have been perfect but he was never able to find out the location until after the weekend was over) the only regular social event she had was a Wednesday night bowling league. This was far from perfect as far as I was concerned, but it was all we had to work with so we began to formulate a plan. Unfortunately neither of us knew much about bowling. I mean, we'd both done it and understood the mechanics of the game (thank you gym class) but knew nothing about how leagues worked. As a result, our first part of operation "Seduce Jenni" was to go to her bowling alley on Tuesday to observe a different league.

From what we could gather, there were different teams playing each other and they would switch alleys to play a different team after their first set of games. Of course it also looked like drinking beer was the primary activity with the actual bowling coming in second. That could work in our favor. There were a couple of open lanes at the end of alley which apparently were not reserved for the league, but they were busy all night as well. Renee came up with the idea that we had to get one of the open play lanes and somehow get Jenni playing of the lane next to us. We then could "accidentally" meet her. But how to accomplish that?

I should say while we were sitting at a table behind the lanes observing the action, the older guys in the league had been happy to be buying us drinks in hopes of "scoring" off the alley after league night was done. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just in Renee's nature, but she said she "knew" how to make our plan work. I watched as she disappeared to the counter and began talking to the guy running the place. She pointed to the end of the alley where the open play lanes were located and then pointed to the league bowlers. He kept nodding. Finally he pointed toward a door behind the counter and Renee walked around the counter and disappeared with him. She wasn't gone long. Maybe five minutes or so. When she returned she walked back to me and gave me a passionate kiss. I could taste the guy's spunk.

"We need a picture of Jenni for the manager. He will make sure her team is on the last lane. He said we have to get here by 6:30 if we want to get one of the open play lanes as they are taken soon after that."

It was amazing how cooperative a guy could be for a simple blowjob. The picture was no problem. Thomas had been cyber stalking her and sent my phone several. Renee and I planned our wardrobe to look casual, but show off our assets. That meant tight jeans, t-shirts with no bra and high heeled shoes. And of course she was wearing her remote butterfly and I was wearing the devilish dildo panties. I also borrowed my mom's dildo panties for Jenni just in case, although I doubted I would need them during our first encounter.

Things got off to a rocky start when we arrived to find the manager Renee had arranged our plan with had not showed up for work. There was a kid (well he was my age but looked younger) working the desk on Wednesday night. Renee asked if the other manager had filled him in on our needs. He said yes, (I felt temporarily relieved) but then he said he would need an incentive like his boss had received yesterday.

"Your turn, Brittney," Renee said without a moment of hesitation.

I shrugged my shoulders and started to walk around the counter.

"Take lane 4," the kid said to Renee.

I'm guessing the kid didn't have a lot of women offering to suck his cock in the office. He was hard before I knelt before him and unzipped his pants. He also came way to fast. I didn't even get a chance to enjoy sucking his cock before I was slurping down his gooey goodness. Of course he thought he had done good and offered to fuck me if I'd let him. I told him maybe if things went well tonight that we would have around until closing. Of course I had no intention of letting him in my pants. But I figured having him on our side couldn't hurt. I also knew Renee would be teasing me without mercy tonight (we agreed to tease each other to entice Renee) so if I didn't find someone else to take care of me, maybe this would be the kid's lucky night.

I returned to Renee and made sure to give her a kiss the same way she had done to me the night before. She didn't seem surprised that I wanted to be sure she knew I'd done the same thing she had to further our quest. I didn't tell her about the offer for sex. The league bowlers were starting to filter in so I ordered a pitcher of beer and we started rolling. As I was about to release my first ball the dildo and clit buzzer sprung to life. Needless to say I through a gutter ball. The vibration stopped. Renee let me throw my second ball and I hit eight pins. Of course I wasn't going to let that kind of behavior without a response so I buzzed her during her first arm swing. She must have been expecting me to buzz her, or without the dildo and butt plug her butterfly just wasn't as distracting as my toy because she managed to hit three pins on the left side of the lane. She shot me an appreciative look and then promptly knocked down the rest of her pins for a spare. We continued bowling and teasing each other as the leagues got into full swing. But the fair Jenni was nowhere to be seen. I took a short break when the desk was empty and confronted the kid I'd blow about 45 minutes earlier. I was a little buzzed from the beer and completely buzzed from the remote under Renee's control. He told me that he put her team next to us but apparently she didn't show up. I returned to tell Renee the bad news. She took it in stride.

We finished up our game. I was prepared to leave (I needed a certain itch scratched) but Renee insisted we get another pitcher and bowl another game. I wasn't thrilled, but since she drove I didn't have much of a choice. When I returned with the beer she was busy flirting with the guys on Jenni's team. Suddenly I figured out the method of her madness. We didn't tell them our secret of the remote vibrators, but by the time league night was over they were putty in our hands. Renee and I both enjoyed discrete public orgasms and we even brought two of the guys (both teachers at the high school with Jenni) back to the apartment to fuck.

The next Wednesday found us back at the bowling alley. The price to arrange the lanes was the same. This time Renee made the payment, again with the manager. She was gone longer this time and when she returned and kissed me I didn't taste his spunk. I must have looked confused. She told me I could taste it later when we got home and I could go down on her. Then she giggled.

That night went much better. Jenni was there and recognized me. She was friendlier than I remembered when she was my teacher. I guess since she was off duty and I wasn't her student anymore she could let her hair down, metaphorically. Her teammates seemed happy that by "coincidence" we were next to them again. Between matches their team stayed put and the other team moved to join them. The guys were buying us drinks, which seemed to confuse Jenni because she assumed they had no shot with us. I could tell she was watching us flirt with them. I'm sure the two guys were hoping for a repeat post bowling party and I'm sure they told the other two guys on the team what had happened as they were hitting on us as well. I could also feel Jenni's eyes on my ass when I stretched to roll the ball. Of course Renee was using the remote frequently. I wondered if Jenni had any idea what was going on and why some rolls of mine were right down the middle and some went straight to the gutter.

I was getting horny from wearing the vibrator but I didn't know how to bring that subject up with Jenni. She was being very attentive to watching how Renee and I interacted with her teammates. I think she was jealous. They were all teachers at Thomas' school and I got the sense they didn't want to mess around with Jenni for the same reason we knew she would resist getting involved with one of her students. I could tell she wanted them to give her the attention they were giving me. I could also tell she knew when Renee came sitting on the bench seat waiting for them to finish their match. We ended up leaving with all four of her male team mates. Of course she was invited to join us, but she declined.

Back at the apartment while the guys were taking turns fucking us, I pictured the sweet innocent Jenni at home right then masturbating while fantasizing about being a fuck toy like Renee and I were at that moment. I envisioned her laying on her bed furiously fucking herself with a big dildo and then licking her own juices off of hit after she came. It wasn't much different than Renee and I were doing, although we had a nice selection of cocks to choose from and we didn't have to wait for one to be finished before sucking another.

The next week Renee and I were back at the bowling alley, although we were not playing this time. We figured the manager had enough of our free attention and everybody on the team knew us so we just sat at the rail and watched. Watched and gave each other public orgasms while the guys bought us drinks. We watched as they whispered to the guys on the other team while pointing in our direction and soon they were flirting with us and offering to buy the next round. That got Jenni's attention. Finally between matches while I was heading to the bathroom she confronted me. I made believe that it was just a happy accident that we picked her team and I just told her Renee and I liked to go out on Wednesday and blow off steam from the "hard college class load."

She seemed to buy my story. Then she seemed to get nervous and leaned in close to me. She whispered, "What's up with your friend? She looks like she had an orgasm sitting there in front of us."

I chuckled a bit which through her off guard. I think she expected me to be as embarrassed as she was asking the question.

"She did just cum," I said without any pretense of being embarrassed. I also said it in a normal voice. "I came sitting there too twice tonight so far. That's why we're so horny to take your teammates back to our place."

She just stood there stunned. Finally she blurted out "How?"

I pulled Renee's remote out and handed it to her.

"Look at Renee and press the button. She has a remote butterfly over her clit. You can toy with her if you want. She loves it."

Jenni stared at the remote for a few minutes. Then she looked up at me. "Are you wearing one too?"

I let the question hang in the air letting her think maybe she had gone too far.

"No, I don't have a butterfly," I told her. I waited a couple more seconds to give her a chance to ask how I got off, but she didn't. Finally I gave her the information she wanted, even if she didn't know to ask. "I'm wearing something a little more complex. But before you ask, yes, Renee has the remote and she's been teasing me for the last two hours." That was really all I needed to say, but I wanted to mess with her mind a little more. "I'm so horny right now I'd take the entire league home to gangbang me if they would allow me to get off." As fortune would have it, Renee chose that moment to buzz me. I jumped a little, something I'm sure Jenni noticed, and shot Renee an evil glance. It was all for show of course.

I wasn't sure if she would pick up on the "allow me to get off" portion of the sentence. I had no idea if she was into or had fantasized about dom/sub but I figured I'd plant the seed at least subconsciously. She just nodded although I don't think she really grasped what I said. Her team was calling her back to start the next match. Renee had switched seats to follow them. I headed into the bathroom. After I removed the torture panties I thought about getting myself off. Jenni was so cute and I was totally turned on from trying to seduce her. I peed, which was a necessity after all those beers and gave my clit a little attention. It wouldn't take much to make me cum, but I decided to wait in case Jenni wanted to take our game further. I carefully pulled the panties back on inserting the two dildos, headed back out and sat down next to Renee ready to continue the game.

I was paying close attention to Jenni waiting to see if she would take the bait and start playing with Renee. Jenni kept looking at her, but she wouldn't press the button on the remote. Renee finally whispered in my ear wondering why I had not turned on the butterfly for so long. I whispered back that Jenni had it. I also told her to let me have an orgasm to see if that would entice Jenni. Renee was happy to turn my vibe on high and watch as I sat there being teased and brought closer to climax.

Jenni was watching too. I made sure to exaggerate my movements. By now I could cum pretty easily unnoticed but I wanted Jenni to think about the power holding that remote represented. I also wanted her to think about cumming in front of a group. If the stories about her were true, she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her. Her bowling skills decreased the longer I held out from cumming. She was obviously distracted. At the end our eyes were locked as by body quivered. I mouthed the words "I'm cumming," and shut my eyes.

I rode out my orgasm in sightless bliss. I didn't want to look at her right then, but I was sure she was still watching me. I felt the vibrator slow and then stop. When I opened my eyes Jenni's eyes were still locked on me and she had a look of disbelief on her face. Renee whispered in my ear that Jenni had finally turned on the butterfly.

I held Renee's hand while Jenni went back to bowling. She was obviously still distracted, although she wasn't cycling the butterfly on and off. She was letting Renee take the full ride which I'm sure Renee enjoyed, but it didn't let Jenni enjoy the pleasure of truly being in charge. I had hoped that would give her a thrill which I could exploit later.

Jenni did watch Renee's inevitable orgasm with interest much like she had watched mine. Then she discretely gave me back the remote. The matched ended soon after. Jenni's team lost, mainly due to her poor play. The guys didn't know why she was playing so poorly, but the implied promise of another night with Renee and I tempered their anger. I was more interested in furthering our seduction of Jenni so unless she joined us I was not interested in going home just yet. Of course the boys asked. Jenni declined again. Renee seemed excited at the prospect leaving me to cast the deciding vote.

I took Renee aside and whispered to her. "I want to play with Jenni some more. Give me my remote." Renee was quick to hand it over. Then I got another idea. "Can you handle all four guys?" Renee scoffed that I even needed to ask. "When you get home fire up the camera. I'll get Jenni to watch."

Renee was quick to accept my offer and told the boys to follow her. They seemed disappointed Jenni and I stayed behind but they were not going to turn down Renee either. Jenni seemed confused why I stayed behind. When everyone else left I asked her to join me in the bar. I think Jenni thought I was hitting on her. She gave no indication if that would be a problem. She walked in front of me to the bar. I got to watch her tight little ass wiggle side to side in the black stretch pants she was wearing. "Thomas is going to enjoy fucking that ass," I thought to myself.

In the bar I directed Jenni to a booth and sat opposite of her. I then slide my remote across the table. "This one is for me," I told her with a smile. She picked it up and looked at it. It had two buttons instead of the one on Renee's remote. "Why two buttons?" she asked.

It was my turn to look embarrassed, although it was just for show. "The top one is a nub vibrator nestled on my clit," I told her. "And the lower button?" she asked. "A vibrator in my pussy," I said proudly.

"Is that it?" she asked.

"Well, there's a plug for my ass, but it doesn't do anything but make me feel full."

"I see," she replied. "So I can buzz your clit," she said before hitting the button. I shuddered as the vibrations hit my nervous system. Just a quickly though she turned it off. "Or I can tease your pussy," she said before doing just that, again too briefly. "Or I could probably do both."

I was about to say "Yes" when both vibrating devices sprung to life. I looked at Jenni. She seemed to be enjoying herself much more now that we were alone compared to when we were in front of her team.

Unlike how she had simply allowed Renee to climax, she now seemed to relish teasing me, not that I was complaining. Jenni started asked me questions about my relationship with Renee. I usually answered her truthfully. Any time I seemed to be hiding something (at least in her estimation) my vibrator stopped. Had she been a Domme I would have thought it was on purpose as a training technique, but I think she was just having fun. I told her about how I discovered I was a submissive. To my disappointment she didn't jump on that topic. We talked about why she got fired and how she occasionally "cut loose."

I told her there was nothing wrong with a woman enjoying herself from time to time. She countered with "tell that to the school board." I told her she just needed friends who knew "how to keep a secret." She laughed that off but I could tell she was struggling with her inner demons. Then I pulled out my phone and fired up Skype.

"Renee and I have a reputation to protect on campus, but that doesn't mean we can't have some discrete fun. I think that's why we get along so well."

I dialed up the apartment and Renee answered the video call after a few rings. I handed the phone to Jenni. I hoped she wouldn't be shocked by the fact that Renee's face was already covered in cum. Or maybe I hoped she would be shocked. I wasn't really sure. I did notice that Jenni was giving Renee her full attention. I kind of had a feeling that Jenni wanted to be in Renee's place. From things she had said when we were talking I got the impression that Jenni really wanted to be wilder, but was holding back due to fears of her job. I suppose I could understand since she'd been fired before over something I considered fairly minor. I tapped on the table to get her attention and then pointed at the remote which she had left on the table.

"Oh," she said. "Of course," and then she turned on both vibes. Her attention went right back to Renee who from the sounds of it was back to slurping a cock. I'm sure Jenni would soon see her getting fucked as well. I watched sweet, not so innocent Jenni lick her lips. Sure she tried to hide it, but I know what I saw. The little vixen was getting into watching. I bet she was getting wet too. I was tempted to rub her crotch with my foot, but I didn't want to disturb her. I wanted the vision of Renee with four guys to burn into her brain. I also didn't want her to stop my vibes, which she certainly might do if I brought her out of her voyeur trance.

He body was moving slightly. I wondered if she was rubbing her thighs together. I couldn't see to be sure, but when her hand disappeared beneath the table I knew it went to her crotch. I couldn't tell if she unzipped her pants or just tried so slide a finger underneath the waistband. Maybe she was just trying to rub the outside of her pants without be noticing, but she was definitely trying to give herself pleasure without anybody noticing. Of course sitting across from her there no way I wouldn't bust her, but I let her have her moment thinking she was getting away with it.

I did distract her when I orgasmed. I wasn't loud but my shaking did rock the table. She looked up with a guilty look on her face as if she had forgotten I was across the table from her. She put my phone down and made up a lame excuse that she had to go. She took off from the bar with a hurried pace. I hated watching her go, but I was confident she would succumb to my charms. The bar had a large picture window overlooking the bowling alley and I watched her stop and then turn around when she passed the bathrooms. She looked around nervously then headed into the lady's room. I got up and followed.

She had teased me and now it was my turn to tease her. I gave her a couple of minutes. When she didn't come out I assumed it was because she was masturbating. I went in making sure to hit the door loudly so she knew someone came in. There were only three stalls and only one was occupied so it was easy to figure out which one she had taken. I took the stall next to her. It was deathly silent as if she was trying extra hard to be quiet. I really did have to pee again so I took care of business. I left my panties off and slid them into my purse. Then I stood up and flushed.

I took my time washing my hands. I made sure to make enough noise that she would know somebody was still there. I wondered if she would think better of her need for self-pleasure and give up. She did not. She stayed quiet as a mouse in her stall. I then opened the door but I didn't leave and made sure it loudly shut. I then snuck back around to the sink and hopped up on it.

Sure enough that proved to be a good idea as I saw her hair hanging down under the partition. I couldn't see her eyes from my elevated position, but she must have been checking the stalls and sink area for feet. Then I heard a moan. My instincts had been correct.

I sat in the bathroom and listened to her masturbate. I wanted to cheer her on, but I was too afraid that would scare her off. Better to just let her finish. I hoped nobody would come in and disturb us. I guess we were fortunate that we had enough private time. Her sounds of pleasure became more insistent and my pussy became wetter listening to her. I desperately wanted to finger myself but there was no way to do that without giving myself away.

Soon after, she came with a shriek. It was so cute. I wondered if this was the first time she ever jilled off in a public bathroom. I heard her pulling off a few sheets of toilet paper which was a shame. I would have happily cleaned her out, although she didn't know that. I wish I had a camera to capture the look on her face when she came out of the stall having believed she got away with doing herself. She had been smiling ear to ear and then all the color drained from her face. For a moment I almost felt sorry for her, but that passed quickly as I remembered why I was seducing her in the first place.

"That was awesome," I told her trying to be positive. She didn't respond. She must have been mortified by getting caught. She just went to the sink and started to wash her hands. She then toweled them dry while I hopped off the counter. I decided to have a little more fun with her.

"After listening to you, I need to cum again," I said opening my purse and pulling my vibrating panties out so she could see them. "You can stay and listen if you want."

I waited for an answer, but she was silent. I think she was trying to decide whether to continue with our game or flee. I sensed she was getting a flight response from her body so I quickly added, "No problem. Here, take my number." I took her hand in my and wrote my cell number on her hand in ink. "You need a pair of these panties. Trust me. They are a girl's best friend. Call me and I'll take you shopping."

I didn't wait for a response. I headed to the same stall she had occupied and turned on the vibe. I listened to hear if she would wash her hands again. If she washed off my number, I would have to conclude that I misread her and her needs. But I didn't hear the sound of the faucet. And I didn't hear the door open.

"Are you still there, Jenni?" I called out. She replied in the affirmative. "Good," I replied. Then I put the vibe on my clit. Oh, it was heavenly. I knew I could get off quickly, the only question was whether the bathroom would remain ours long enough. Alas it did not. All too soon the door opened. I quickly shut down the vibe in case the sound I heard wasn't Jenni leaving. Then the stall next to me opened and I saw two feet next to me. Unfortunately the shoes were bowling shoes and not Jenni's sneakers.

"I'll talk to you later, Brittney," I heard Jenni call. "I'll call you tomorrow."

Then they door opened and closed again. I had baited the hook and got her interested. Now I just had to set the trap. Immediately I started rubbing my clit. I'd gotten good at masturbating near silently and I wasn't about to let the woman next to me keep me from my pleasure. I didn't cum until after she left so I'll never know if she knew what I was doing. But I was far from caring at that point. In fact I couldn't wait to get home and tell Renee the good news. Then to fuck her and whichever boys were still at the apartment until I passed out from pleasure.

True to her word Jenni called me the next morning. That was a good sign. I could only talk to her for a moment as I was entering a class. I told her I would call her back after swim practice. I figured I would let her wait a while. When I did call back she seemed very anxious to talk to me. I could tell she was uncomfortable talking about what happened the night before so I offered to meet her for coffee. I figured I could start the conversation casually and then draw her into expressing her inner most dark desires. She was waiting for me at the coffee shop when I arrived. She was fidgeting as I walked up. Yes she was nervous, but no, she didn't have a problem expressing her feelings.

She quickly offered that she had hurried home last night to masturbate again. She dropped her head into her hands to hide her eyes from my gaze as soon as she said it, but then in a hushed tone she asked, "Is that bad?"

I took her hand in mine. It was the first time we had touched. I reassured her that she was not bad. That she was completely normal for having those desires. I confessed that I too had masturbated in the bowling alley bathroom. And then I confessed that I had rushed home and fucked two of her teammates.

"I could never do that," she countered incredulously.

"Of course you could," I told her. "They have nice cocks and know how to use them."

She explained that she worked with them and had to protect her reputation.

"Then we'll just have to find you some other big cocks to fuck," I told her. I think I said that a little too loud because I could feel people looking at us. It was like being in an E.F. Hutton commercial. Jenni tried to laugh me off, but I know it was just for effect. She was embarrassed that I said it and was mortified that strangers had heard me.

We went on to discuss in great detail, albeit at a lower volume, my relationship with my Master, Mistress, mom and Renee. I didn't tell her about Thomas, Richard and Carol. I figured if my plan worked she would learn about them soon enough. I also knew if I told her one of her students were involved she would close off. I just needed to give her a little more excitement and she would be hooked. We also discussed her sexual past. She did like to "party" (in her words) but had never been with more than one guy at a time and had never been with a woman. I asked if she ever thought about getting with a girl and she admitted there had been one female student she had fantasized about being with, but had never acted on the impulse. I was tempted to ask if she had thought about me that way last night when she masturbated, but I held back. If she had I wanted her to admit that in her own time. I could tell in her mannerisms that with a gentle push, I thought she would unleash her inner slut. Whenever I talked about being with two (or more) partners her attention perked up. Then she finally admitted why she wanted to talk.

"I've been thinking about your remote panties all day," she confessed. "I don't want to give somebody else the remote, but I think having something so naughty under my regular clothes is exciting." Then she confessed that she made herself cum this morning before dressing for work thinking about teaching in them. She also confessed that she had masturbated while wearing her panties and didn't change them before going to school because she wanted to carry the memory all day.

"And did that work?" I asked. "Did you think about them all day?"

"Yes," she said quietly. "I was wet most of the day. I had to get off again at lunch."

"And are you wet now just talking about it?" I questioned her with a little more authority in my voice and my eyes locking on hers. I wanted to see how she would react before I decided to tell her that my panties were wet just from talking to her and imagining getting my hands on her.

She didn't answer verbally. Apparently that was too humiliating. But I did see her nod just a bit. I took that to mean her panties were soaked. I decided to push her a little further. Still in an authoritative tone I told her we must go to the store and get her own set of the vibrating panties. A smile crossed her lips.

And so it was that the two of us ended up at the same adult bookstore my Mistress had sent me. I didn't know if they sold the panties there but I figured it would be highly educational to see what products grabbed her attention. Although she didn't ask any questions about it, I could see her eyes continually returning to the bondage gear. She even picked up a leather blindfold and held it to her eyes. I think she was taken aback at the wide variety of dildos and vibrators the store stocked. "I've just got a small silver one," she told me. Then she picked up one of the novelty 14" dildos which was as big around as my fist. "Do people really use these?" she asked.

"Not me," I told her. "I think that is more for a gag bachelorette party gift."

Unfortunately they didn't have the triple stimulation vibrating panties. They did have a remote control butterfly similar to what Renee wears so Jenni bought that. I bought a new set of leather cuffs. I didn't really need them, but I knew Jenni had been discretely looking at them and I figured "better to be prepared" just in case. Unfortunately we parted ways after that. Jenni said she still had "preparations" to make for class tomorrow. I was pretty sure she wanted to run home and try her butterfly.

That weekend I spent Saturday with Master and Mistress. It was pretty standard stuff and by that I mean I came more times than I could count. I had lash marks on my tits and ass when I crawled into bed with Renee late Sunday night. I prayed they would fade soon. I was worried they would somehow show through my swimsuit Monday afternoon. Before I could find out, I got another phone call from Jenni. She was bubbly and happy, not at all normal for early on a Monday morning in my world. She explained that she loved her butterfly. Every night since she got it when she went to bed she put it on, turned it on high and just lay back and let it do its thing. I asked her if by "lay back" she meant holding her arms and legs out and pretended that she was tied to her bed. There was silence on the other end of the line. Then she hung up. I took that to mean the answer was yes.

I didn't hear from her again until Wednesday. She apologized for hanging up on me. I assured her it was alright. "I understand it can be tough to talk about," I said. "But I love being tied up and teased so don't worry about me judging you." Then I asked her if she had worn it to school yet. She was silent again, but then said, "No."

"Well how about wearing it to bowling tonight?" I asked her. Again a long silence. "I don't think I can. I can't lose control with those guys."

"Come on," I taunted her. "Renee and I will come over and we will wear ours. We can all control each other." Again a long pause.

"I'll wear mine, but I get all the remotes," she finally said. Those were terms I could live with and I had no doubt Renee would play along.

That night as Renee and I sat there sipping drinks provided from seemingly the entire bowling league, Jenni kept us on edge. She didn't leave our toys on for very long at a time and only turned them on sporadically. As a result, both Renee and I were getting sexually frustrated. I wasn't sure what Jenni's game was in keeping us from cumming, but I played along instead of hustling myself to the bathroom again. I also couldn't tell if she had her own butterfly on and if so, how often she was buzzing herself. I did notice she was bowling very well so I assumed she wasn't teasing herself too much. I also noticed the guys were basically ignoring her in favor of flirting with Renee and I. By the end of the match I was ready to jump the nearest hard cock or eager tongue. I imagine Renee was in a similar state. One of the guys asked if we want to go back to his place for a change of pace. I looked at Renee and then looked at Jenni before answering, "Sure."

Jenni discretely handed me back both remotes as the guys were packing up their shoes and balls. "That was a blast," she told me. "But I've got to get home."

I gave her a wink. I knew what "get home" meant as I was sure she had been playing with the butterfly every night. Just for fun I whispered in her ear, "do yourself somewhere in your house you've never had sex." She looked at me confused. "For example," I explained, "In the kitchen bent over the table. Pretend your arms and legs are tied to the legs of the table." She smiled then and I knew she understood. I decided to push her a little more and leaned in close to her ear once again. "Send me a text later and tell me how it goes."

By that point the boys were hurrying to get Renee and I out of there. We walked out with the four guys from her team while four guys from their opponents were close behind. The first guy called out, "Jimmy, back at your place then?" and the guy who invited back to his house replied, "Yeah, the wife is out of town visiting her sister." It was then I realized more people than our usual group would be attending the fuckfest. Tonight just went from great to epic.

With eight guys instead of four, Renee and I were kept busy for hours. I didn't even think of my phone until we crawled into our shower back home to wash away the dried cum in our hair and on our bodies. The other team especially seemed to enjoy spraying their cock juice in our faces thinking they were degrading us. Of course I loved it and if having them talk dirty and spray cum on us was what it took to keep them hard and pounding us, I was perfectly willing to play along to get my needs met. It was when I finally exited the shower and was about to crawl into bed for a couple hours of sleep before class that I noticed I had 10 text messaged from Jenni.

Apparently she had a fine night of her own, although she confessed she wished she had the courage to have gone back to Jimmy's place with us. She said she took my advice and bent herself over her kitchen table. She confessed that she had always dreamed of being with a strong man who knew what he wanted and would just "take her" wherever he pleased. She told me she came thinking it was Jimmy doing her from behind on the table.

"This is getting good," I thought. Each message was more salacious than the last with Jenni confessing in 160 characters or less each of the places in her house she had masturbated that night. In total there were four newly christened places with four fantasies about her teammates "nailing" her. She was definitely starting to come out of her shell. Maybe soon I could get her to live out some of these dreams. Then the last two messages were the most surprising. They included pictures. The first was a picture of Jenni in the garage. She was still clothed, but she was on her knees next to her car. She was holding a dildo in her mouth. The caption was, "My new friend. Wish it was real." The picture was taken from about six feet away so either her phone camera had a timer on it or she had another friend I didn't know about take the picture.

As surprising as that was, it was nothing compared to the second (and last) picture. It was in her kitchen. Again her phone was either on a timer or another person snapped the picture. This time she was naked and she was face down on the table. Her legs hung off the side and her feet just managed to reach the floor thanks to a pair of high heeled platform shoes she was wearing. Her arms were spread before her grabbing the opposite side of the table. Her hair was a mess and she had an expression of pure bliss on her face. Her breasts were smashed against the table and she was arching her back thrusting her head backward. I guessed this was the last place she used and that wasn't her first orgasm. This caption excited me more than the last picture. It said, "Check your email for the video." My hands were trembling as I read that comment and continued to stare at the picture. There was one more text message sent about 10 minutes later. It said, "Please just delete my email and don't watch it. I shouldn't have sent that. I'm sorry."

Well there was no way I wasn't going to watch the video after that warning. I fired up the PC attached to be big screen and opened up her email. I was not disappointed. Although the video was short, just over a minute, it showed Jenni basically humping the table. She must have texted me a screen grab from the video in her post orgasmic haze because I got an up close and personal look at her orgasming as she thrust her hips against the table edge in an effort to press the buzzing butterfly hard against her clit. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. She needed that pleasure and she was taking it for herself. I wanted to call her up and tell her how proud I was of her, but she looked worn out at the end. Checking the time of the email I figured she was long asleep by now. I studied the look of pure lust on her face and I knew that she was mine. I wasn't worried about pushing her too far any more.

After swim practice on Thursday I was dead tired. The lack of sleep Wednesday night had me dragging all day and two hours of working out left me totally wasted. The only thing keeping me going was a text I had sent Jenni at lunch. It simply said, "Meet me at mall near the kid's playground. Wear a short skirt and your butterfly. Be there at 7pm." Of course she replied almost immediately saying she couldn't make it, but I ignored her. I wanted to see if I didn't give her a contradictory option if she would show up. Throughout the day she sent a couple additional texts and she called me once, but I ignored her. Her texts were always apologetic saying she couldn't make it but not giving a reason why. At 6pm I put my own remote panties on and set them on low. At 6:30 I headed to the mall. I was fairly confident she would show up and she didn't disappoint me.

By the time I arrived at our meeting point, it was 6:50. Jenni was already there. I know I had specified she wear a short skirt, but the one she chose was almost obscene. When I told her short I figured she would pick one just above the knee. The one she was wearing was a micro-mini that barely covered her ass. Seriously. It way maybe three inches down from getting her arrested for indecent exposure. Of course I wasn't about to complain. Since I was early, I hung back to watch her for a while. It was obvious she was nervous. She was pacing back and forth. The fact that we were in the kids play area didn't help her uneasiness I'm sure. She had high heels on as well to accentuate her legs and tighten her butt. Fortunately I had not specified she wear a revealing top or she might have been mistaken for a hooker. Promptly at 7 I made my presence known and walked up to her.

"Ready to do some shopping?" I asked her. I watched her trying to tug her skirt down just a bit instead of answering. "Are you wearing your butterfly?" She shook her head.

I pulled my remote out of my pocket and clicked it on. "Too bad," I said. "We could have had fun." I then turned to walk away.

"Wait," I heard her say. I turned back around. She waved me back over and then unsnapped her purse. "I've got it, but I can't wear it here."

"Don't be silly," I told her. "This is the perfect place. There is so much ambient noise nobody will hear it. Now off to the bathroom with you and don't come back until you are ready for some fun."

I stared into her eyes. I saw defiance at first but I kept looking at her and staring her down. As I knew she would, she crumbled. She lowered her eyes. "OK. I'll do it," she said sounding dejected. She turned to find the bathroom when I stopped her. "One more thing, Jenni. Give me the remote."

I knew that was something she said she could never do. I also knew this was a big step for her if she did it. She stood frozen on the spot. She was obviously fighting an internal battle. The mall was busy and there is great anonymity in a crowd, but I bet she didn't feel anonymous right then. I took the two steps required to move next to her. I took a quick look around to make sure we were not being watched and then put my hand on her butt and squeezed. "Do it now or I'll punish you."

I know that was an idle threat. She could simply walk out and never there wasn't anything I could really do. But I remembered when Master or Mistress gave me a threat of punishment and it was always very effective to get me to bend to their will. Of course their punishments were creative and painful and I'm sure mine would be pretty tame by comparison, but Jenni didn't know that. At most I could give her a spanking, but as long she thought the threat was real, it just might work.

I watched as she looked around and then slid a hand into her purse. Her eyes were on the floor again as she handed me the butterfly control. Then she looked up and smiled weakly. "Now go," I commanded her and she walked away. I found the nearest chair and sat down. I couldn't believe she was doing what I commanded. I started to get a feeling of euphoria that Master and Mistress must get when I obey them. I turned my own remote on high. I was going to ride that feeling and try to sneak out my own orgasm before she returned. To the casual passersby watching their kids play I must have looked normal, apart from my cheeks flushing a bit as I became more aroused. But inside of me my emotions were churning. I wanted to scream and shout or at least moan, but I couldn't. I could only sit there and simmer. I was on the edge, but I couldn't go over. I looked at my watch. Jenni had been gone too long. It wouldn't take that long to put on the butterfly. Maybe she was having second thoughts. Maybe I pushed her too far. Maybe this was just a bad idea.

Then she was back. Damn I need to stop doubting myself. Her face was also flush and she was glowing. It was obvious why she took so long. I had planned on buzzing her butterfly as she walked toward me, but that seemed unnecessarily cruel right now. It was better to let her enjoy her post orgasmic bliss at least for a few minutes. She was the first to speak upon her return.

"I can't believe I just did that," she told me.

"I can," I replied. "Trust me, once you break free of your fears, that pleasure you just felt will be nothing. Now let's go shopping."

We walked the whole mall window shopping. I made sure to turn her vibrator on and off frequently enough to keep her arousal building and generally at an inopportune time to keep her off balance. I was busy buzzing myself as well because, well because I could. I wanted to be sure I got at least as much pleasure as she did. After about half an hour I figured it was time for her first public orgasm. I didn't count what happened in the privacy of a bathroom. No, I was going to make her cum out in the open. We stopped in front of a shoe store window display. I turned on her butterfly. She leaned on the glass to steady herself. I could see the reflection on the glass of her face, contorted with pleasure. I whispered to her to take a step backward and then lean forward. She did without questioning me.

I knew this would cause her skirt to ride up another inch. She definitely must have felt exposed but I don't think she cared. The buzzing directly on her clit was all that mattered to her. Having been in a similar situation I knew that would have been all that mattered to me. I could see several young boys looking at her ass. A few walked past and then turned around and walked past again. I decided it would be fun to see how many of them would follow us. I took Jenni's hand and said let's move on. In the past that meant I would have turned off the butterfly, but this time I didn't. I knew walking would pull it tighter on her clit. I was sure she couldn't hold out much longer. I decided to taunt her a bit.

"You have some admirers," I informed her pointing to the reflection in the glass of a group of young twentysomethings following us. "Want to find someplace private to fuck them?"

Jenni took a deep breath and then said, "No." Then she added, "Can you turn this damn thing off. I'm going to cum if you don't."

"Well that's the point silly," I reminded her. "Let's see how long the boys will follow us. Will they give up or will you cum in front of them first?"

Jenni shot me a dirty look, but she didn't stop walking. In fact she picked up her pace. At least for about 40 feet. Then she slowed back down and then she grabbed my arm to steady herself. The butterfly was working its magic. "I can't take it. Turn it off," she pleaded. "Your audience is waiting," I reminded her. "No, please don't make me cum in front of them," she pleaded again. I whispered in her ear, "Embrace the feeling. Ride it. Let it take you away."

She looked deep into my eyes. I could see the lust she was feeling. I could also feel her pulling on my arm as her legs were starting to give out. I helped her over to a bench and we sat down next to each other. The boys quickly disbanded trying not to get caught following us. That is, all but one of them walked off. One of the guys, slightly older looking (probably 22 or 23) and with an athletic build just stopped and continued to watch Jenni. He wasn't shy about what he was doing. And although I don't think he knew what we were doing, his confident swagger gave me the opinion that he didn't care that we knew he was watching. Whether he knew what we were doing or not was irrelevant. I was going to use him to my advantage. I wrapped my left arm around Jenni's shoulder and whispered in her ear. "He's watching you. He wants to fuck you. He knows you're about to cum. Will you cum for him? He's been following your ass. He probably wants to do you from behind. What if he bent you over your kitchen table?"

The effects of my words were immediate and obvious. Jenni's entire body was trembling and her eyes were glassing over. I spoke softly to her forcing her to concentrate to hear me. I had an almost hypnotic effect on her. She was definitely under my spell. I told her to spread her legs a bit so he could see her panties and she did. I wanted so much to jam my hand under her skirt or play with her nipples but we were too public for that. I just continued whispering sexy ideas into her brain and she continued on her road to a very strong public orgasm. I asked her if she wanted to suck her voyeur off and she nodded. I wasn't quite ready to have her do that, but it was good to know that when she got excited her pussy would take over her brain. How about fucking him? She nodded again. What about eating my pussy? That may have been too much. She turned her head and looked at me. She had a lost puppy look on her face. I held up the remote and pressed the button. The toy stopped. She nodded again. I turned the butterfly back on. Her body tensed. She held her hand across her mouth and had a violent, screaming orgasm, although nobody but the three of us knew.

As she began to cool down the boy started walking toward us. Before he got to us I dismissed him with the wave of my hand. Nobody was going to mess with Jenni right then. I'd put a lot of work into breaking down her barriers and I wasn't going to let some horndog ruin it for me. When she was back to life I helped her up. "Which way is your car?" I asked her. We departed toward where she was parked. I left her vibrator off. I turned mine on high. I had one more lesson for her tonight, but it could wait until we got to her car. She was still mewing little sounds of pleasure as we walked. I had to help her into her car and then I got in the passenger seat. "I still need to cum," I told her. "Give me your panties."

I knew they would be soaked and smelling her musk was just the thing I needed to get myself off. I was a little surprised Jenni didn't put up more resistance to stripping off her underwear in semi-public. Either she felt safe or I had broken her. Either way she pulled down her panties and handed them to me. "Please, no more of the butterfly tonight," she whimpered. "No these are for me," I told her. Then I pressed them to my nose and took a deep breath. "Oh you are heavenly," I told her. I closed my eyes and imaged her bound serving my Master and Mistress. Her panties were soaked through. She obviously was very juicy when she came. I started talking dirty to her again. I told her I knew she was a secret slut but that I could bring it out of her. I promised her untold pleasures if she stayed with me. I told her I knew what she needed and how she could get it. All the while my own arousal was building higher and higher. I really did love her smell and her taste. I told her that soon I would eat her pussy and that she would eat mine. I told her I was going to make sure she was fucked properly. Some of it was projection on my part because that is what I wanted right then. Part of it was a promise of things to come. Either way the combination of things was enough to propel my body into its own convulsions. I'm sure Jenni was watching closely, but I was gone, gone gone.

We stayed in her car for about 15 minutes just sitting in silence calming down. Then she dropped me off at my car. I told her I would call her on Friday. I wanted to strike when the iron was hot. There would be a party Saturday in her honor, even if she didn't know it was for her.

I didn't wait until morning to call Jenni back. I did it as soon as I got back to the apartment. I figured she would be getting home about the same time. She seemed happy that I called and not the shy and reserved person she had been before. I wanted to see if I could get her to do something for me when I wasn't with her. I figured if she did that would be one more strong indication that she was ready for the final part of her seduction. I didn't want to just come out and give her a task. I remembered how she had resisted, at least initially when I took charge at the mall. I wanted to avoid that. I wanted her to think it was her idea. I needed her to make her own decision to get a little wild on her own so she would be more comfortable to get really wild at the party. My plan was to semi-casually mention that I was going to wear my vibe to class tomorrow. I told her I had three classes and my goal was to orgasm in each one. She supported my plan saying that sounded fun. Then, in a seemingly off the cuff remark, I told her she should wear her butterfly to school. Again there was silence. I could always tell when I was pushing a little too hard because she would immediately clam up. I guess either she was becoming accustomed to my suggestions or she had already thought of this one herself because the silence was brief.

"I can't do that," she said definitively, although I sensed some wiggle room in her voice like she just needed convincing.

"Sure you can," I countered. "Just wear some granny panties to catch all that wonderful juice of yours. Don't turn it on while you are lecturing, but between classes give yourself a thrill."

"I don't know," she replied although she now sounded more like she was trying to convince herself instead of me.

"Well I'm doing it no matter what. I'll call you during lunch and see how you did," I told her. "I've got to get to sleep. Your team kept us up way to late last night."

And that was how I left it. I didn't give her another chance to say no. I fell asleep trying to figure out the probability that she would really go through with it and masturbate in her classroom. I wanted to believe the odds were good, but at best they were 50/50 and probably more like 40/60 against. But there was nothing I could do now.

I woke refreshed and looking forward to my own plan to masturbate in class. I figured I had to go through with my end of the task just in case she did. If we did talk at lunch I didn't want to say I wasn't playing along. Plus I knew I could sit in the back of the lecture halls where people mostly slept off their hangovers and nobody would disturb me. Then I had an inspiration. I called Thomas, but his mom Carol answered. Apparently he had already left for school. I asked for his cell number so I could tell him what his teacher might be doing today. She thought it was wonderfully naughty and thanked me for my efforts with her. I told her it had been my pleasure, literally, and that I looked forward to serving her family again at the party.

I sent a couple of texts to Thomas to tell him to watch his teacher closely for any signs that she was playing with herself during class. I told him not to do anything which would let her know he knew what was happening, but to just report back to me if he thought she was playing the game. I told him to let me know before noon so if I did talk to her I could see if her story jived with my spy. He responded that he had math at 10:45 so he would let me know about 11:40.

I was on pins and needles as I walked to class. I picked a tight pair of jeans to hold my vibrating panties nice and tight against my clit. I also wore a button down blouse, but no bra. I figured a little discrete fondling of my nipples might be in order so I wanted to be prepared. I had this weird feeling that Jenni might wear the butterfly but not turn it on. I figured a candid picture sent to her phone of my nipple might give her the inspiration she needed. I also figured I would send it to Thomas to keep his interest burning.

As I sat in the back of the lecture hall during my first class I had very little focus on the words of the professor. I suppose I could have just left the vibe on high and has a good quick orgasm, but I wanted to make it a great one so I cycled the power up and down and then off every couple of minutes. As I anticipated my nipples were giving me away, but also as I anticipated nobody sitting in the back was paying attention. I decided that was a good time to snap a picture so I pulled my blouse tight across my breast to make my nipple pop against the fabric. Luckily my phone doesn't make any noise when it takes a picture and I quickly forwarded it to Jenni. Then I sent it to Thomas. I didn't want him to get her phone number so I didn't risk sending it to both of them at the same time. Jenni didn't respond. Not surprising as she was probably in class. But Thomas did. He commanded me to take another picture without my blouse obscuring the view. I gushed a little at the thought of the Dom in training giving me commands. I suppose I could have gone to the bathroom to comply with his order, but it would be much more fun to do it in class which I'm sure was his intention. I looked around again to make sure nobody was paying attention to me. Then I unsnapped the second and third button on my blouse. I looked around again. Still nobody was looking.

As I told you my boobs are not large, but when I'm excited my nipples are very pronounced. As I unbuttoned the fourth button, about equal to my nips, I began to regret not wearing a bra. Sure my nipples were rock hard and screaming to be touched. That wasn't the problem. The problem was if I walked out right then everyone would see how excited I was. There was no way to hide it and no denying that Thomas' order was the cause. I got my phone ready. I also turned the vibe on high before I could change my mind. I sat there with my eyes closed letting the sensations flow through my body. I think if I grabbed a nipple right then I would have cum. But I didn't. I rode the vibrations a little longer and then took one additional quick peek around the room. Then I unbuttoned the fifth button. My top was now basically hanging on me but wide open if anything pulled it back. I took a deep breath and slide my left hand under my blouse and gave my right nipple a hard squeeze. If I had not been so turned on it would have been painful. But primed as my body was, it served as a trigger to the huge climax I'd been chasing. My other public orgasms were child's play to keep silent compared to this one. My entire body tensed as I found the urge to shake and throw my head back and forth. I began to twirl my finger around my nipple to prolong my climax. It was heavenly and must have lasted 30 seconds. When I finally began to calm down I did another check and realized I'd gotten away with it. Internally I had been destroyed, but my outward expression was still of bored student. I picked up my camera with my right hand and pulled my blouse open with the left. It wasn't a full flash, but anybody who had been watching would have got an eyeful. The quality wasn't great because of the lighting, but if he wanted anything better he would have to wait. I sent the new picture with the caption "I just came" and buttoned up my blouse.

There was still about 10 minutes left in the class. I turned off the vibes and hoped my nipples would stand down before I had to walk out. They were still a little engorged at the end of class, but not like they had been. Thomas had replied to my text with a promise to "suck them raw" tomorrow. I didn't think he was going to be at the party, lest his teacher would be scared off, but maybe he assumed I would be stopping at their house. I didn't get a message from Jenni. My next class was during the time Thomas would be in Jenni's math class. That thought was enough to get my motor running again so I turned the vibe back on and I climaxed rather quickly. It wasn't a great cum, but any orgasm is a good orgasm.

After that class I had some time to kill before my 1 o'clock and I also needed to find a private place to call Jenni. While I was waiting I got a text from Thomas that hinted that maybe she was in fact playing along. He said she gave them a quiz for half the class so she could sit down at her desk instead of standing and lecturing. He said he took several looks at her and thought he detected her chest heaving more than it should. He said he got really hard thinking about finally getting to fuck her. He told me that he rubbed his cock through his jeans for the rest of class. He then said as he walked out Jenni was still sitting at her desk and he walked over to ask a question. He said she seemed distracted, and being an 18 year of kid, he thought it would be fun to turn his body so she would definitely see the bulge in his pants, although he made no direct comment. I wish he had not done that because she might panic, but I also had to chuckle a bit because it sounded like the plot of a porno movie.

I waited until noon to call Jenni. I figured she would be back to her office by then. When she answered she was short of breath. My guess was it wasn't because she ran to pick up the phone. "Hi Jenni," I said cheerfully. "How's your day going?"

"I really need to cum," she blurted out. "I wasn't going to do it and then I got the picture of your nipples and I knew you were going through with it. I put the butterfly on for my last class. I kept it on low, but I couldn't hide my reaction like you can. I had to sit down and turn it off. But that didn't help. I daydreamed about having sex while my class took a quiz. Then it happened."

"What happened," I asked. "Did you cum?"

"No, I was finally starting to calm down when class ended. Then as the students walked out, one of the hunkier guys came over to my desk."

"Hunky guys?" I questioned her.

"Yeah, you know the type. All muscles no brains. He asked some kind of question, but it looked like he had a hard on in his jeans. He was standing right next to my desk. I could have reached out and grabbed it."

"Why didn't you," I teased.

"You know I can't mess around with a student. I'll get thrown in jail."

"Yeah but it's fun to fantasize about," I offered.

"Maybe," she replied. "All I know is I got all hot and bothered looking at his crotch and now I have to get off."

"So get yourself off," I said matter of factly.

"Not at school," she said.

"Come on, your office locks doesn't it. Live a little."

I heard the telltale silence of her thinking again. "Hold on," she said. Then I heard her walking across the wood floor. "Alright, the door is locked. Now what?"

I couldn't believe she just asked what she should do now. I had already told her to jill off and she locked the door indicating she was going to do it. Did she want help or instructions? Well that wasn't a problem. I wasn't in a private enough place to join her, but I certainly could do a little phone sex. Realizing she was starting to act like a sub, I took the Domme role, although since I am uncomfortable in that position I wasn't too forceful with her. I told her to turn the butterfly on full and to take off her blouse and bra. I heard her set down the phone and after about 30 seconds pick it back up. I couldn't think of much to tell her other than how to play with her nipples. I knew that drove me crazy and I figured it wouldn't hurt her efforts. She responded with a very satisfying moan. I wasn't really sure what to say to I just taunted her a bit about how she acted the night before, how wet and smelly her panties had become and how much of a slut she was for masturbating in front of her class. Based on her sounds I think I was hitting the right points, although it was obvious something was missing to send her over the top.

I tried to think what I could say to make her cum and then it hit me. "Tell me what you were thinking about while you fucked the table last night."

There was a moan. Then another. "You watched the video?"

"I did slut. Now tell me what you were thinking about!"

More moans, then in labored breaths, "I was thinking about a strong man just throwing me over the table and fucking me."

"Fucking the shit out of you?" I corrected her.

Increasing moans. "Yes, fucking the shit out of me."

"Maybe that boy with the hard cock from your class. Maybe she should bend you over your desk," I hissed at her. I knew that was a hard line for her but lost in her fantasy maybe it would set her off.

"Yes, he could fuck me so good," she cried out. I was worried she was getting too loud.

"Take your panties off and bend over your desk you little tramp," I scolded her. She was totally lost in the moment. I could hear it in each breath she took and each moan she made.

"I'm spread on my desk, Mistress," she exclaimed.

Mistress? She called me Mistress? That's an interesting and welcome development.

"Hold your panties against your mouth, slut," I commanded her. "You're making too much noise. You'll get caught if you keep up this behavior. Smell your arousal the way I did last night." She moaned again, this time muffled. "Now put the phone down on the desk." I could hear the butterfly vibrating on the wood desk. It must really be jammed against her kitty now. "OK, hold those panties in place and reach around with your other hand and finger your asshole. Bad girls get fucked up the ass. Do you think your student will want to fuck your ass?" I couldn't tell if she was doing it. It didn't really matter. She was gone for all intents and purposes. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, the sound thankfully muffled by her panties. I pictured her spread over her desk much like she had been spread over her kitchen table the night before. I decided to go for broke.

"If I'm your Mistress is the boy with the hard on your Master?" She didn't answer, but her moans changed pitch so I know the thought got into her brain. "I bet he wants to fuck that tight ass. If he does it won't be tight much longer. I bet he wants to share you with the other guys in your class. You can have one cock in your pussy, one in your ass and one in your mouth. You'd like that wouldn't you."

Again no response but I could tell she was about to climax. "Maybe instead of another cock in your mouth you want to lick my pussy. Does that excite you? You want to please your Mistress?"

Chapter 8

For a couple of reasons I was incredibly excited by the prospect of Jenni coming to the party. First off, my Mistress had asked for my help in seducing the semi-innocent young schoolteacher into a life of submissive service to her student (and my Mistress' neighbor) Thomas. Secondly, I really wanted to fuck her. Throughout the time we had spent together I had purposely not made a move on her, while at the same time showing her the sexual pleasures I enjoyed. It was maddening. I'm sure I could have just bedded her and had my way with her. But I was worried that would scare her off from the big prize. I knew she wanted to cut loose and I was sure once she saw how crazy my Master and Mistress' party would become, Jenni would let her guard down. I'd already discussed the plan with Richard and Carol (Thomas' parents) and they knew what they were supposed to do. Thomas was to steer clear of the party until we had Jenni where she couldn't refuse him. It was going to be epic. I also consulted with Master Peter and Mistress Dasha. They had a few ideas to help with her seduction and of course promised to include their own special twists. But try as I might to convince them, they wouldn't give me any details. They wanted to have fun with mom and me regardless of Jenni so we were to be kept in the dark and enjoy the experiences ourselves.

Jenni wanted to ride with me, but I insisted she should drive and told her Renee would be riding with us. I figured I would be spending the night and I didn't want to have to leave because of her. If all went well she would be spending the night as well, but I didn't want to count on that. I told her to dress sexy and to bring a swimsuit as much of the party would be outside by the pool. It was going to be a warm fall afternoon and evening, perfect for wearing revealing clothing. Jenni did not disappoint. She took my advice to heart and when she arrived she was wearing a bikini with a translucent wrap covering her from shoulders to mid-thigh. She was stunning. Her bikini top wasn't tiny as I knew many of the women would be wearing, but it fit her perfectly and was just revealing enough to tell me she wasn't going to be a prude.

I invited her into the apartment, as Renee wasn't ready yet. It didn't take me long to determine she was wearing a thong bottom as her ass was clearly on display through the thin material of her wrap. God how I just wanted to throw her down and have her. But I was a good girl and held my lust in check. Renee for her part was dressed in a typically revealing skirt and blouse in line with her exhibitionist tendencies. I was another matter. Jenni seemed concerned that I was just wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. I was definitely not "dressed sexy" and I could tell Jenni was thinking I was playing a trick on her. Immediately I tried to assuage her fears.

"Mistress will have my clothes waiting for me when we arrive. I don't know how I'll be dressed or even if I'll be dressed at all."

I had already discussed the unique relationship I had with Master, Mistress and my mom, but I don't think she really believed me. At least not fully. We piled into her car. Jenni was driving and at Renee's insistence, she and I were in the back seat. This wasn't because we wanted Jenni to think she was our chauffer, but because Renee had plans to tease her a bit on the drive over. No sooner were we moving that Renee loudly announced that I should not have worn jeans and starting pulling them down over my legs. I could see Jenni glancing at me in the rear view mirror even though she couldn't see what Renee was doing. Renee was not visible as her head was in my lap. I couldn't help but giggle. Soon my pants had been removed. I had not bothered to wear panties, as I saw no long term need for them, so there was nothing preventing Renee from beginning to play with my pussy.

My pussy reacted as it always does when someone starts fingering me. Jenni for her part was asking for a description of what was going on and Renee was happy to assume the Domme role and order me to describe what she was doing for Jenni. Of course my first explanation was not graphic enough for Renee so she slapped my pussy to get my attention. Jenni was hanging on my every word as Renee had me depict not only what she was doing but why I was getting so turned on. That meant I had to confess what a dirty girl I was and how easy it was to get into my pants. I knew Renee was doing this just to plant ideas into Jenni's head, but that didn't stop my body from reacting to her ministrations.

As I expected Renee didn't bring me to orgasm. I wasn't worried as I was sure somebody else would take care of that. As we pulled up to the house Jenni commented that she didn't know what she would do if she was teased like that and not allowed to cum. "Just you wait," I thought to myself. "We're going to find out in a little while."

Renee escorted Jenni to the front door. Family and guests don't have to use the garage entrance. I bid them goodbye, at least for a few minutes, and walked bottomless around the side of the garage. I wondered if Renee would explain my departure or whether Jenni was just going with the flow. I also wondered in anybody in Thomas' house watched me strut up the driveway. But I couldn't worry about either thing right then. Once in the garage I found my outfit. I also found my mother. She apparently had arrived a few minutes earlier as she was just putting the finishing touches on her make-up and putting a small lace cap onto her head. From head to toe she was the living embodiment of the quintessential French Maid. She was stunning, she knew it and was clearly proud of it.

Looking to my locker I saw a matching costume. The other two lockers contained street clothes. I must have been the last slave girl to arrive. I assumed how my other sisters in submission were dressed. My mom gave me a hug.

"I'm not going to ask what happened to your pants," she said with a chuckle.

"Good," I responded.

"Brittney," mom continued. "I don't know what's going to happen tonight, but I really need this. No matter what goes down I want you to know I love you and will never do anything to harm you."

She was being a little cryptic as if she knew some of the plans, so I just nodded.

"I love you too, mom," I replied.

"Hurry up and get into character. The guests will be here soon," she told me before turning around and walking into the house. I momentarily was mesmerized by the sight of her fishnet covered legs and her ass wiggling in her short, tight skirt.

I hurried and got dressed. Remembering my charter I crawled into the house. I wondered why my mom was allowed to walk. I knew she had a different requirements of service, but I had assumed she was required to show her submission upon entering the house. Mistress was pleased that I remembered my place in the hierarchy but told me to stand and straighten out my stockings, which had twisted while I crawled. She brought the four maid slaves together for an inspection. Mom and I were joined by Cat Slave Susan and the relatively new Kris standing in a line. Since this was my first party I was very interested in what was expected of me. Certainly I would be available to please the guests sexually, but I was sure I would have other duties as well.

Master made sure our outfits were perfect. He took his time adjusting, touching and teasing us. It was clear he wanted stiff nipples and the smell of arousal when the guests arrived. I noticed Renee taking Jenni outside to the pool, but did not dare turn my head to follow them. Mistress Dasha did her own inspection. Hers was more physical and include lifting our skirts and swatting each of our ass cheeks hard five times. She promised that if we "were not good maids" we would be severely punishedÉ in public. Somehow I assumed she meant to do that anyway. I couldn't speak for my sisters in slavery, but I was determined not to earn such a public humiliation, although that was probably out of my control. Finally we were given our assignments.

Mom was to greet guests at the front door. She was to open the door and bow, bending at the waist, while greeting the visitors. She then was instructed to announce who had arrived. Mistress had her practice her greeting and I quickly realized that her ample breasts would be threatening to burst from her flimsy top. Even if they didn't spill out they would be generously exposed. Mistress joked with her that if "those udders do fall out just leave them out until you finish announcing the guest."

Kris was assigned as the bartender. Apparently she did that professionally so it made sense. I was given the task of being the drink waitress. For this my outfit was augmented with a tray, which strapped around my waist with a support chain that wrapped around my neck. This seemed very weird to me until Master used my cuffs to secure my arms behind my back.

"You are to take drink orders and remember them perfectly," his voice boomed. "Kris will load the tray for you. Be quick about returning with the drinks and say thank you sir or mam to the guest when they take their glass."

Susan had the task of serving the hors-d'oeuvres. She was allowed to keep her arms free as she would have to load her own tray in the kitchen as well a get food out of the oven. I quickly decided my job was the easiest to screw up meaning I was likely going to be the target of Mistress' public wrath. Heck Kris could screw up a drink on purpose and blame me for ordering the wrong thing. Oh well, such is life for the youngest slave in the harem.

Almost immediately the doorbell rang and mom went rushing off to the front door and we were dispatched to our respective stations. The doorbell rang a second time before mom could get there. I wondered if that would count against her in the punishment contest. I was standing next to the bar waiting to see who had arrived. Master had explained to us that there were three classes of guests. First were Renee's friends, although there would only be a few. Second were people that they played with in the bedroom and finally people they worked with in the porn industry. Of course there was also crossover between the groups.

Mom returned to the great room moments later and announced "Lady Carol and Sir Richard." The neighbors had arrived and thankfully Thomas was nowhere to be seen. I moved to greet them as well and get their drink order. When I returned with their glasses and thanked them for taking their drinks off the tray, I asked if they were ready to execute our Jenni plan. They told me they were. They then asked if she was already here. I told them she was outside by the pool. Since no other guests had arrived yet I escorted them outside. Jenni seemed shocked at my appearance. I guess she didn't notice us being inspected when Renee walked her outside. I took drink orders for Jenni and Renee and quickly went back to the bar for Kris to fill the orders.

If Jenni was shocked at how I was dressed, she was even more surprised when I curtsied and said thank you when she took her glass.

"Wow, you really are submissive," was all she could manage to say.

"Yes I am," I replied proudly, owning who I am and being proud of my station. "My panties have been soaked since I got here."

Jenni looked at me quizzically. "Go ahead and check them for yourself," I told her. She made no move toward me. Apparently putting her hand under my short skirt was too much for her. Of course it wasn't too much for Cathy who jumped at the opportunity not only put her hand under my skirt to check my wet panties, but to rub my pussy through them. It felt so good, although the moan of pleasure I expressed was more for Jenni's benefit than out of real need. Cathy announced I was soaked. Jenni blushed more than I did.

I heard my mom announcing more people, although I could not make out the name so I excused myself and hustled inside leaving Richard and Cathy to begin flirting with Jenni.

I knew some of the guests and recognized others from the movies Master and Mistress produce. There was plenty of male "talent" at the party, which I deemed a good thing as I anticipated getting access to multiple oversized cocks, but also a lot of female "stars" showing off their surgically enhanced bodies. I began to wonder if the guys would even notice someone as plain as me, my kinky outfit not withstanding.

I did my job to the best of my ability. I tried to keep track of Jenni and how she was responding to the alcohol and sex infused surroundings. Especially outside I did see several people partnering up and heading off to a quiet part of the yard for a quick blowjob or even more. I got the impression that Jenni was letting down her guard and that we may soon see wild and crazy Jenni. In fact I was counting on it. Although I noticed some of the guys flirting with her, I could tell they had all been instructed not to take things too far with her. I could also tell she was getting frustrated by the guys talking to her then leaving quickly. I almost felt sorry for her because I was sure she was comparing herself to the cosmetically altered show dolls at the party. Jenni had nothing to worry about in the looks department, but clearly she was feeling insecure.

After the bulk of the guests had arrived mom was reassigned to DJ duty, which basically meant making sure nothing happened to an iPod that was set on shuffle. The music gave way to dancing and several of the "stars" lost their bikini tops apparently happy to show off their wonder tits. My mouth was watering watching the flesh show hoping not only to get my mouth around some "talent" cock but also burying my face in a mountain of tit flesh and in one case the pussy of a woman who was dancing naked. I decided she must have been a stripper before she started working in video because she moved with a seductive grace of a professional. She caught me looking at her and smiled a smoldering smile than made my knees weak.

Of course my fascination with her meant I was neglecting my waitressing duties and as I had expected, I was the first to be deemed to have earned a public punishment. Master announced that everyone on the pool deck should gather around and mom and Susan were instructed to go to the pool house and wheel over the stocks.

Stocks?!? I'd never seen stocks in the house. Be that as it may, soon a medieval wooden stocks appeared in the center of the patio.

"Slave," Master addressed without the courtesy of even using my name. "Put your head and arms into the stocks.

The top of the contraption hinged open and I was able to rest my neck and wrists into the fixture. The top half was then put back into place securing me. while being bent over in front of everyone was certainly humiliating, it was also thrilling, I think the worse part was I couldn't see what was happening behind me. I did feel my skirt being lifted and flipped up onto my lower back. I assumed it was Master preparing me, but it could have been anyone. I then felt my panties being pulled down my legs.

"Kick them off, pet," Master commanded. "You will not need them any more tonight."

I liked the sound of that, although I was less than graceful shaking and kicking my legs trying to get them off. But I'm sure everyone enjoyed the show. I felt fingernails scrape over my ass. It was obviously a female hand and I jumped when I felt them. Of course I couldn't go far. I knew Mistress was not outside at the time so it had to be one of the guests. Could it be Jenni? I doubted it. I had not noticed how long her fingernails were either and these felt long and sharp. I'm sure it was one of the "stars." Could it be the one who I was ogling as she danced naked? That seemed more likely. Maybe she was going to take revenge for me lusting after her.

I then heard Master's voice ask my mom to go inside and ask Mistress for a riding crop and a flogger. I could see my mom walking determinedly toward the house while behind me I continued to feel the nails being drawn up and down my ass. The contact was driving me crazy and I wiggled my ass in an invitation for the hands to do more. They could spank me or finger me I didn't particularly care which. Just as long as they did something.

Master seemed concerned mom wasn't returning fast enough with his required implements of pain so he angrily went to find her. As soon as his back was to us and he was walking toward the house I felt a finger push into my very wet pussy. I held back a sigh of contentment, as I didn't want Master hear me and turn around. The finger started moving in and out of me. It was clear whoever was fingering me meant to tease me because they were taking long, slow strokes and they were avoiding rubbing my clit. But that was fine with me. After about a minute, my mystery fingerer pulled out of my pussy and starting rimming around my asshole. I think she was just testing my reaction because she never pushed inside of me. She then gave me a single swat on the behind and walked in front of me. As I anticipated it was the stripper. My head was right as tit level so went she walked in front of the stocks I had no recourse but to bury my face in her boob flesh.

"That's what you wanted, wasn't it baby?" she cooed to the delight of the assembled crowd.

My response was muffled, but I'm sure she understood my affirmative grunt. I then heard her ask two of the guys to help her. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that, but I soon changed my mind. The guys locked arms behind her and under her arms. She then swung herself up hooking her legs over the stocks. It was an awkward position to be sure, but it did allow her to lift her pussy to my mouth. I was perfectly happy to dive into her juicy snatch. She didn't seem to be taking particular pleasure from my efforts. I think she was more intent of showing herself to be superior to me. Of course that was fine by me and I would gladly do anything she requested. She told someone else to act as a lookout for Peter and Dasha, while she ground her pussy against my face. Her juices were flowing and after about a minute I did hear signs of pleasure coming from her mouth. But it was short lived as a quick dismount from the guys holding her meant the return of my Master was imminent.

Not only did Master Peter return but so did Mistress Dasha holding a leash attached to the collar of my crawling mother. Her stockings were being torn to bits crawling on the flagstone path and I'm sure her hands and knees would also be cut, but she was smiling none the less. Mom was most happy crawling behind her Mistress. She was holding the riding crop between her teeth while Master Peter was twirling the flogger in circles around his wrist.

Mistress Dasha had mom stand in front of the stocks facing me. She then had her bend over at the waist and had her position her arms on top of the stocks. From somewhere behind me two lengths of rope appeared. I couldn't see who bound my mother's wrists to the top of the stocks but I knew it wasn't my Master or Mistress. Not that it mattered much. I assumed I would be serving other people tonight as well. Once she was secured, Mistress had mom back away from the stocks until her arms we stretched out. She was still bent over at the waist exposing her ass for whatever punishment was deemed necessary. We both were exposed and our heads were level with each other so we could watch each other's reactions. I heard Mistress order my mom to spread her legs. She smiled at me.

"This slut is my slave's mom," Mistress announced proudly. "She has failed to train whore Brittney to act correctly as a young lady should so she will be punished as well."

I felt two hands roughly grab my ass but did not rub my pussy as my body craved. I'm sure my face displayed my displeasure. Mom's face was showing pure joy. I assumed somebody was touching her in a much more pleasurable manner.

I heard the swish of the flogger just before the fire spread through my butt. I loved the provocative kiss of the flogger but the first strike was always a shock. As was the second and then the third. But as my backside warmed to the kiss of the lash, the fire spread to my pussy and then up my body as my torso began to flush. I could tell mom was getting a similar treatment, although she was getting the pointed sting of the crop instead. Still I could tell by her facial expressions that the initial pain was quickly flowing into jubilant pleasure.

For my part, I wiggled my ass in an invitation to continue my whipping and to increase the force. My pussy was dripping and demanding attention, but the pleasure/pain I was receiving was flooding my brain and my arousal was building. I'd never been able to orgasm just from being punished, but the additional stimulation I was receiving from watching my mom get the same treatment had me on edge. I was close. If someone would do me the courtesy of rubbing my clit, I'd go right over the edge. From the look on my mom's face I deduced she might be in the same state. I think I could have cum if I watched mom orgasm and I think she might have had the same reaction if I had been allowed to cum.

I knew my Master loved when I begged him to fuck me or let me cum, so that is exactly what I did. To my surprise, he didn't respond. What did happen was I felt the kiss of the lash higher on my back wrapping around onto my shoulder and neck. Then I heard a deep baritone voice.

"Your master isn't here darling. He left you in our capable hands."

I tried to turn my neck to see who was speaking, but of course the stocks blocked my view. I did see Jenni walk around into my view. She looked around as if she was wondering if it was OK for her to talk to me. Then she leaned forward and put her head between my mom's and mine and whispered in my ear.

"He's gorgeous. And his got a huge hard on in his swim trunks."

I knew he must have been one of Master Peter's male performers. I don't think Jenni understood yet that porn stars surrounded her. I could hear in her whispers that she was impressed by his package. Convincing her to cut loose was going to be easier than I thought. I decided to test her.

"Jenni, I really need to cum. Please rub my clit. I promise I'll cum good for you."

Jenni snapped her neck back. I'd gone too far. She shook her head and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry. I can't."

I probably should have worried that I'd blown my seduction of her, but in truth at that moment I didn't care.

"Well whoever you are back there, fuck me damn it!" I screamed.

My flogging had stopped when Jenni walked in front of the stocks and it did not start after I shouted. I looked at my mom as if she could see what was happening behind me and would tip me off. I felt two hands grab my hips. Then I felt the tip of a very wide cock push against my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. I held my breath and I heard a grunt behind me and felt him slide into my dripping pussy.

Although I was soaked, he was bigger than my Master and I had to stretch to accommodate him. I was in heaven. But he didn't start to fuck me. He just pushed in until he bottomed out hitting my cervix.

"Please fuck me," I babbled. Then I heard his voice again. Its deep intonations went straight to my sexual core. But he still was just holding his cock still, filling me up.

"Not yet baby," he teased me with just a hint of movement from his incredible dick. "I promised your Master. He said you had to earn this."

I groaned in frustration because I knew there would be no changing his mind until Master or Mistress gave him the go ahead. I also knew I had to do whatever was required to get them to make that call. Then I felt him slowly pull out. Immediately I felt emptier than I ever had before. I turned my head again in a feeble attempt to see him. I saw Jenni looking behind me. She had a hunger in her eyes I had not seen before. I saw his cock before I saw him as it led him around the stocks. He walked behind my mother. I was able to get a good look at him before he repeated with her what he had done to me. His face and body matched his voice and put him in Greek God status. His chest was barreled and his abs were cut. His jaw displayed strength and his eyes were steely and ice cold. Mom and I were just pieces of meat to him. I didn't care. I wanted him.

My mom's reaction was much the same as mine had been. No doubt he was just giving her a tease as he had done to me. He didn't repeat that she had to "earn" his cock. I didn't think he had to say it again. Soon he pulled out of her as well. Then I got a real shock. As he walked back toward the stocks from behind my mom, he held out his hand toward Jenni. He didn't say a word and neither did she. She just took his hand and they walked away toward the pool house. "Damn it," I thought. First off he was going to blow my seduction of her. How would Robert compete with his horse cock? Second, she was going to get what I craved. That bitch.

But my focus on Jenni was short lived as I saw my mom's ropes being untied, felt the stocks being unhooked and found myself free. My first reaction was to reach down and strum my clit, but I knew that would be met with fierce retribution so I didn't. Mistress Dasha greeted mom and I and told us to follow her. We both fell in line behind her. I now saw the party in full swing with couples (and threesomes) pairing off. I noticed several of the couples were made up of combinations who had not arrived together. Not a surprise, mind you, just an observation. There was no sign of Jenni or the mystery penis.

Mistress stopped when we reached the patio just outside the house door. There was a large table I had not seen when we walked outside earlier. It must have been moved there while I had been in the stocks. How can I describe the table? Well, the top looked almost like a massage table. It was padded vinyl and there was a headrest. But it was bigger than any massage table I had ever seen. I was about twice as wide and it had solid sides. There also was a fairly large hole near the center. I think my mom was as confused as I was trying to figure out what was about to happen. As usual Mistress could sense our confusion and was quick to explain.

I was correct to think it looked like a massage table. What I didn't understand was the sides or the center hole. Mistress explained that one of us would be giving massages. The other one would be inside the table giving oral favors. A coin flip would determine who was in each position. I kind of had mixed feelings about which position I wanted to be in at that moment. I kind of got the impression that both mom and I wanted to be inside the table. I think giving a blowjob is actually less work than giving a massage. And it's infinitely more fun. As it turns out, I "lost" the coin flip, which meant I went inside the table.

The downside to being in the table? It was dark. While there was a large hole in the center, it was covered by two strips of black felt meaning only a little light came through the center. There was enough for me to see, but it was dim and took several minutes for my eyes to adjust. Before the access panel was closed, I noticed there was a padded inclined plane, an angled backrest really, which obviously was meant to support my body and keep my head near the hole. I also noticed a vibrator and dildo attached to the wall. I had not considered that a woman may want the services of the massage table, but it made sense, especially with this crowd. I got settled in and waited. Fortunately it didn't take long.

I felt the movement of somebody getting on top of the table. As I had anticipated, a cock poked its way through the center opening. It wasn't hard yet and just dangled in front of me. I was tentative at first, just gently grabbing it with my right hand. It was a strange position to be in as I was reclined against the backrest in near darkness as a strange dick levitated in front of my face. It quickly grew harder in my hand. No doubt having my mom touch him was helping as well. Soon he was erect enough to take into my mouth.

The angle was a bit awkward, but I was able to give him a proper blowjob. He seemed very content to be massaged while I sucked his dick. Definitely a happy ending for him. I started giving him a lazy gentle suck at first figuring he was trying to relax. His cock filled my mouth nicely and the angle I was holding my head meant I could deep throat him easily. I would have been better if the backrest was a little further forward or if he would slide back just a bit, but I made do. I couldn't really track how long it was taking. Since Mistress had not given me specific instructions I wasn't sure if I was supposed to try and get him off quickly or just play with him until he was satisfied with mom's massage. I even thought about giving him a hand job for a few minutes. But then surprisingly he pulled out of my mouth and apparently rolled over. I used my fingers to pull aside the felt covering the hole but I couldn't see anything as his butt was sealing the hole. (I confirmed that I with my fingers.)

I was quiet so I could listen. Apparently my mom (or possibly someone else) was giving him the hand job I had considered. I pictured my mom, her maid's outfit in tatters, stroking his cock, slick with my saliva. Clearly the number of people wanting a massage would be growing after they saw the full service treatment he was getting. Knowing some men cum harder with a finger in their butt, I tried to play with his asshole. But his body language told me I was off base with him so I stopped and just waited. Soon I heard a grunt and then applause. There was light briefly and then a semi-hard cock came through the top again. I quickly took it in my mouth. It was obviously the same guy only now my task was to clean the cum off his shaft. I might not have received his full load, but the crowd seemed to enjoy it so if all I got was a taste, then so be it. It also inspired me to make sure the next guy got off on my skills however, not by having a dirty MILF stroke him.

The next guy was smaller in stature. Probably one of Renee's friends instead of a pro. I didn't mind. It also meant he came much faster and I got to gobble up a nice load of hot cum. I'm sure my mom was appreciative of him cumming so fast as well because she could stop massaging him sooner.

During our next "appointment" the access hatched opened briefly. I looked toward the light as best I could with a mouthful of hard cock. I was a little surprised to see Jenni crawl inside with me and shut the door. As I said the table was about twice as wide as a regular massage table so there was enough room for both of us, although it was tight.

"What's up," I tried to say articulately, although it came out mumbled. Jenni was giggling. "I sucked off the guy who was flogging you."

I pulled my mouth off the cock and switched to stroking him. "What? That's pretty slutty," I told her.

She was still giddy and agreed with me. Then she complained that she asked him to fuck her much like I had but the result had been the same. He refused. Then she added "at least you got to feel him inside of you."

"That was hell," I countered. "I need to get fucked. Why didn't you rub my clit and get me off?"

"I don't think I could do that," she replied. "I don't go that way."

"Just try it. You may like it. I didn't like eating pussy until I did it," I told her confidently. Then I went back to sucking the cock hanging above my head.

Jenni was quiet as if she was pondering the implications of what I had just said. The inside of the table was getting pungent with the smell of my arousal and I'm sure Jenni could smell me. Or was that her I smelled. Either way it had become overpowering and I still needed to get off. I knew I was risking another punishment, but I wanted to give Jenni another chance to break down her mental barriers so I reached down and started stroking my pussy. In the dim light she probably could only see motion without detail, but I'm sure she was watching. She really didn't have much choice given our tight enclosure. I suppose she could have left, but she didn't.

"Please Jenni," I said in my best little girl voice, "help me cum."

But she made no move toward my pussy. I pleaded with her again.

"OK, you don't have to do anything, but at least hold the dildo so I can fuck myself."

I figured maybe that would be acceptable to her. But again there was no response. I did get a response from the cock I was again stroking however. Had he heard my pleas to Jenni? Or was the timing coincidental? Either way I felt him swell in my hand and then he covered me in cum. He seemed to shoot a gallon. Some hit my face, but most of it coated my chest. Reflexively I pulled my other hand away from my pussy to protect myself, but it was too late. I did catch some on my hand, which I quickly licked up. He tasted wonderful.

I was trying to figure out how to get Jenni to take a more active role when she surprised me and asked if she could take care of the next person. It surprised me more when she told me why.

"The guy with the big dick who wouldn't fuck you," she explained. "It was so erotic. He never said anything to me. He just took my hand and led me to the pool house. He then pointed to the floor in front of him and pointed to his dick. I couldn't help myself. I just knelt down and blew him. I loved the feeling of just doing what he told me. I just wish the bastard had fucked me. His cock was amazing."

I was listening intently. Although she hadn't used the words and maybe had not even made the connection, she was saying she got off on being submissive. That was an even better result than I could have hoped would happen.

"Sure, take the next few," I told her. "But you have to pretend to be me. I don't want to get in trouble."

I doubted I would get in trouble for outsourcing my blowjobs but really I wanted a few minutes to get myself off. We switched places. I leaned against the access hatch and spread my legs. I hoped the latch on the door would hold or I would have fallen backwards out of the table. That would have been embarrassing to say the least. Jenni didn't have to wait long for a new cock to appear in front of her. I was glad it was one of the performers as a big dick turned her on earlier. She quickly went to work. She was not a quiet. She was a noisy slurper. Although I couldn't see her well, I imagined a lot of saliva dripping down her face based on the sounds I could hear.

I reached over to the wall where I knew the dildo was mounted. From there it was an easy maneuver to slide it into my slick pussy. My mind instantly was appreciative of the penetration and my clit began to throb. Jenni's vocal performance mixed with my furiously fucking myself with the fake cock and strumming my clit had me cumming less than a minute later. God how I needed that release. I knew my body would treat that as just a warm up, but it was a great start. Jenni was still slurping away quite happily as if another woman had not just cum sitting next to her. Soon after I heard a groan above us and Jenni was rewarded with another mouthful of thick cum. We both were still breathing heavily when the guy pulled up and got off the table.

"That was amazing," Jenni exclaimed.

I would like to think she was talking about me, but I'm sure she meant the creamy load she just received. Before we could discuss it, we felt another person climbing onto the table. Only this time a cock didn't come poking through the hole. I knew what that meant immediately. I don't think Jenni didn't grasp what was happening. But she soon would.

I scooted around so I was facing her and could reach through the hole with my hand. As I had guessed, next on the massage table was a woman. I blindly prodded my fingers around until I found her moist happy spot and confirmed that she was aroused before my mom had touched her. I discovered she had a large clit and when I rubbed it she immediately moaned loudly. I gave her about 15 seconds of pleasure during which time I could feel her gyrating her hips. Then I pulled my hand back down.

"She's all read for you," I told Jenni. I also grabbed the vibrator and handed it to her. She took the vibe, but was obviously resistant to doing anything with it.

"You said you would take care of the next few customers," I reminded her. "This one is easy. Just turn on the vibe and hold it above you. This chick will make sure it is where she needs it."

Slowly Jenni stuck her hand up through the hole and the sound of the vibrator quickly became muffled and replaced with the sound of moans. The light coming through the table became variable as the woman must have been rolling her hips on top of the vibe allowing more light and then less light through the hole. I could see Jenni staring at the hole. Even though she couldn't see anything she was fascinated by what she was doing. I took this opportunity to push her again.

"So dirty little teacher wanted the big porn star to fuck her, didn't she?"

The smell inside the table was definitely not just mine any more so I knew she wasn't going to back out now. Jenni didn't say anything. She might have nodded, but I couldn't see that. I took her silence as approval. I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and held it to her lips.

"Suck my big cock, slut," I commanded her. I then pushed the tip past her lips. I was relieved when I felt the dildo move forward as she took it into mouth. "Enjoy my taste, naughty girl," I praised her.

I let her get a few good licks cleaning off my girl cum and then pulled it back. Jenni was still holding the vibrator for our massage girl while I pulled aside her bikini bottom and slid the dildo into her steaming pussy. Jenni moaned which was music to my ears.

"Do you fuck yourself a lot?" I questioned her. She admitted she did.

"Well I'll just hold it then and you go to town," I told her.

I figured I'd find the limit to what she would do at some point, but this wasn't it. She'd already sucked off a total stranger who had not even talked to her and now she was humping a dildo I was holding while she vibrated another woman. The woman getting the massage came first to a thunderous round of applause. Jenni was sucking on another cock before she came. She seemed to really enjoy having her mouth and pussy filled at the same time. (Who doesn't?) She was breathing heavily coming down from her orgasm after she sucked her third load of the party when another woman took up residence on the massage table. This time Jenni didn't resist putting her own hand through the hole and then sent the vibrator through.

I handed her the dildo and told her to use that on the woman as well. She surprised me by licking her own juices off of it before putting both her hands through the hole. With her arms stuck through the hole she looked as if she was bound and helpless. I could see her moving her hands up and down and I could imagine the recipient humping the dildo in and out of her pussy while the vibe worked her clit. Having just fucked her, I'm sure Jenni wouldn't mind if I became more intimate with her so that is exactly what I did. I slid myself down between her legs and instead of using the dildo I buried my tongue into her soft folds. Jenni couldn't say she had never been with a girl any more. She was now well on her way to getting a second girl off and if the amount of juice flowing into my mouth was any indication would soon be having her own second orgasm brought to her by a woman.

Jenni came before the woman on the table. This did not surprise me. She was gasping for breath, moaning the cutest little moans and humping my face. The surprise happened from above. I could feel movement, as if the woman was jumping up. I'd seen in almost every adult movie the female performer hop into position to take her male performer's load. That is the image that flashed into my head as if the guys surrounding the table were about to hose her down. But based on her sounds, I'd assumed she had been about to climax. So this did not make sense. Then two hands pulled the felt covering the hole back. Light streamed into the table. I could see Jenni's very satisfied face looking through the hole. She just looked up and didn't move. I couldn't see what she saw, but the table continued to shake and then I heard "Holy shit. I'm comingÉ"

I don't think Jenni was expecting it, but she got christened into the female orgasm right there and then as the woman squirted. I'm sure not all of it made it through the hole as she probably didn't have good aim, but enough made it through to drench Jenni's angelic face. Had I been prepared I would have slithered up Jenni's body to catch some myself, but I was in too much shock and just watched it splatter against her and then drip down her body. When the woman was done (to the sounds of more applause) the hands released the felt and again we were in near darkness. No words were spoken as we felt the woman climb off the table and somebody else climb on. Jenni asked if I could handle the next person and I agreed. We traded places. When the felt spread and a nice hard cock came through I could just make out a dazed look on Jenni's face. But I couldn't worry about that right now. I had a job to do.

Jenni must have recomposed herself quickly because she crawled out from under the table before my next customer had shot his load. I wondered what kind of reception she would get. Her appearance certainly would display what had happened to her. I had one more male and one more female massage visitors before Mistress opened the hatch and told me to crawl out. I admit that when the last woman was on the table I wondered if it was Jenni. When I crawled out into the sunlight I looked around for Jenni, but I did not see her. I hoped she didn't head home.

Mistress called all four maids into the kitchen. She explained she was disappointed in three of us. (My mom was spared her wrath as she apparently gave good massages, but I was in trouble for letting Jenni help under the table. When questioned I also folded like a cheap suit and admitted I'd cum without permission. Susan and Kris had seemingly minor infractions but it didn't matter. We all had earned a new punishment. I was worried as I had broken a major rule and corrupted Jenni in the process, but as it turns out, the "punishment" was more to be a toy in a new game, which wouldn't be too bad. Mistress directed us to the family room, but then grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Don't think you are getting off that easy. After the party you will be punished properly, but for now, I'll let you off easy. Just make sure you don't screw up again."

I nodded and thanked her then joined the others in the family room. I realized immediately this party was going to be full of surprises. The three person leather couch had been moved off the wall into the center of the room. There were video lights set up surrounding the back and two video cameras. This was not the surprising part. I assumed I would be videotaped at some point and video evidence was key to my plan with Jenni. The surprise was at the corners of the couch were two cymbals, two sizes of wood block attached to the cymbal stand and a stool in the middle. I was clueless as to what was going on but I figured I would find out soon enough as my Master explained.

"Friends, I'd like to introduce you to Shay. He is a distinguished studio drummer here in L.A. and has agreed to provide the music entertainment tonight."

This confused me, as there wasn't any drums setup. But who was I to question my Master.

"We were having lunch a couple of weeks ago after Shay and some friends recorded some music for some upcoming projects and we happened to be looking up drummers on You Tube for some reason. Well one thing led to another and we found a video called Bottom Percussion. It was by a guy who uses women's butts as percussion instruments. He has a whole series of videos. Almost jokingly I suggested we make our own video and to my surprise Shay jumped at the idea. Well I figured tonight would be a good night because I'd have plenty of volunteers and an appreciate audience as well. What do you think?"

To nobody's surprise the party guest whole-heartedly agreed that this was a good idea. I didn't have to think long to figure out what role I would be playing in this production. Master Peter played the video for everyone on the TV so we would understand what to do. The girls in the video were wearing thongs but nothing else and were bent over so you could not see their faces, just their backs and asses. They were fine asses too I must say. I assumed Master Peter would dress us the same way so I started to peel off the my maid uniform. He stopped me however and explained his video would be different. He then directed Susan, Kris and I onto the couch. I was placed in the center. We knelt with our asses up and out proudly just like the girls in the video. Then they went to work on us.

Seemingly from out of nowhere and cute blonde was suddenly in front of me touching up my make-up while behind me somebody was pinning my ruffled skirt up toward the top of my blouse so my ass would stay exposed. The same thing happened to Susan and Kris. Of course none of use were wearing panties. Master Peter was busy adjusting the lights and aligning the primary camera. It was a high angle, which would capture the width of the couch and Shay's technique. The second camera was a much lower angle, which focused on our faces. I thought we were ready, when somebody chimed in that You Tube would not show our naked asses.

"Not to worry," Mistress Dasha yelled from across the room. "We have that covered."

I am conditioned to worry a little whenever my Mistress answers so cryptically, and as it turns out, I did have some reason to be concerned. Mistress returned to the couch with a jar of what I would learn was liquid latex. Technically we our asses would be naked, but the camera would see a bright, shiny latex thong, albeit very small. It tickled when Mistress painted on my thong as the thin hairs of the brush danced on the inside of my ass crack. She kept telling me to hold still, which was of course as challenge as she was rubbing my pussy at the same time she painted me. But that was who she was. She was probably trying to come up with another reason to punish me if I moved and messed up her latex. But I managed to hold myself still long enough to be "dressed".

I looked around as Susan and Kris received the same treatment complete with Mistress' teasing finger. She then left but returned with a bundle of wires. Again she started with me. It turns out below the couch was a control box. I'm sure it was very expensive, as I would later learn there were 9 discrete control channels. The first three were dedicated to me. Mistress put eggs in my ass and pussy. She then pulled a piece of black electrical tape, which she pressed into my ass crack and over my slit to hold them in place. I was very glad I had shaved this morning when she pulled the tape across my clit and up onto my belly. Given the way I was positioned, none of this would show on the camera. She then put some kind of adhesive pad over the tape right over my clit. It felt thin and I didn't understand what its purpose might be as it didn't feel like a vibe. Then she moved on to Susan and Kris. Finally we were ready for our debut performance.

Shay sat down on his stool and ran his hands over each of our asses. He then, gingerly at first, spanked each of us, apparently trying to learn the sound our butts would make. He then hit each of us with a succession of harder swats trying to learn how much pressure would affect the sound. He was a real professional. He told Susan to push her ass out a little more to tighten it up and told Kris to relax just a bit to lower her pitch. I guess I was just right because he didn't tell me to do anything. He then hit both cymbals and wood blocks a couple of times and finally looked at Master Peter who had been checking the audio levels at the camera. Assured everything was OK, he seemed ready to begin. But just as we were starting, a woman's voice called out from in the crowded.

"Hey, the video on You Tube has a woman's breasts and a guy's chest on the side as well. Don't you want that in your video?"

Shay certainly didn't seem to mind when the brash blonde walked through the crowd. She had on a bikini top, but it did little to conceal her obviously augmented breasts and mostly serviced as a nipple shield. Not that it was doing a very good job of that either. No doubt she was in the industry and probably figured this was a good way to get some free publicity.

She knelt down on his right side next to the cymbal. Apparently no guys wanted to volunteer so Master Peter called out for another girl to "balance the shot." I figured another porn star would volunteer but instead my mom walked forward. "I'll do it," she proudly called out. She was still wearing her tattered maid's uniform, which was a problem as only the "butt bongos" as we were called were supposed to be dressed that way. Having mom strip and put on a bikini quickly rectified the problem. I was proud of her for volunteering. Shay may a quick sound check of both women's breasts and how the pitch changed based on how hard he struck them. As naturally chesty as mom was she was no match for the blonde across the shot from her, but to my ear, mom's boobs sounded better. Maybe I was biased, but the silicon beauties lacked the natural intonation that mom's tits expressed. Now it was really time to begin.

I know that a lot of the video work is done after the fact or "in post" as they say and when I finally saw the finished video, I couldn't believe it was the same thing we shot that day. Shay obviously had the rest of the soundtrack in his head because the spanking he gave us matched the background music added later perfectly as if it had been playing in the room.

Mistress must have been controlling our remotes because she added teasing to our pussies and asses as well as pain (the adhesive strip over our clits was an electrical pad) at just the right times to manipulate our facial expressions. At first Shay must have been playing some jazz fusion number he wrote and the combination of his hands and Mistress' eggs had be ready to cum before he finished. When he did, Master Peter asked if he was satisfied (I know I wasn't) and he thankfully said no. He said he "played" fine, but perhaps a different musical selection was needed. Then he asked if there was a green screen he could use. Of course there was in the screen test room, but there was no couch or place to hide the remote control box. Master Peter said not to worry and started to break down the gear.

While the first song in the concert recorded fine, as long as we were all there and perfectly willing to participate, two additional songs were performed. Mistress Dasha removed our eggs and the electrical pad and told us were would be on our own for the next song. It was determined that our maid look wasn't appropriate so we were stripped (I'd been waiting for this moment during the whole party) and Mistress and the makeup artist painted latex bikinis onto our bodies.

This time Kris, Susan and I just knelt down. This time our latex "clothes" were much more visible in the shot. I hoped they would pass You Tube's censors. We were positioned on our hands and knees on the floor. The cymbals were there as well, only at a lower level and the blonde and mom knelt in position as well. We were all in front of the green screen. I didn't have to wait to see what would eventually be added behind us to recognize the pattern being drummed onto my ass. The song was Wipeout, I was the snare drum and Shay was really into the performance using both my cheeks to play rapid fire drum solos.

If the facial expression they were going for on me was real pain, they got the performance they wanted. No doubt they would dub in the rest of the music later and add some ocean video, but in the moment my ass was on fire. While I knew the other girls were getting their share of strokes from his gifted hands, it seemed like no mater what else was happening my ass was always being spanked and he was keeping perfect time. When he finished the song I put my head down in my hands and started to cry. Shay seemed concerned until Mistress assured him I had taken worse from her (true) and that my pussy was probably leaking all over my legs (also true). I wasn't surprised when Shay checked Mistress' claim although having him innocently exclaim "Well I'll be," probably wasn't necessary.

There was one other song he wanted to tape and I pleaded to not be involved. Shay assured me that he needed his "timpani" drums (I assume meaning Susan and Kris) more for this song. Mom was protective of me and volunteered to take my place, but Mistress said she didn't want to take the time to paint on another latex bikini and the drums had to match. Shay also stated he needed the sound mom's breasts made especially for this song. Master Peter told me to suck it up and that I would be rewarded. I wiped the tears from my eyes, got a quick makeup touch up and we were ready.

I didn't recognize the pattern Shay put down on us in the third song. I know Kris and Susan did get more of the performance and well as mom and the blonde. Later I would find out that it was the theme from Hawaii Five-O and I had to admit that we looked good kneeling in front of a big curling wave. It was a surreal experience to be filmed such as we were but I was very glad it was over. My ass was very sore and I really needed some cock.

Master and Mistress allowed us some time to recover. We were not required to act as maids any more but were allowed to mingle with the guests. I noticed maybe half the people had disappeared. I assumed they had wondered off to more private spaces to hook up. My ass was still on fire and in a rare act of kindness, Mistress rubbed some cream on it so sooth the burn. But nothing was going to put out the first in my pussy except for load after load of cum. Fortunately Master had a plan for that. I first noticed Susan and Kris had been paired up with couples and been led out of the room before Master called mom and I over. We were ushered back into the family room and the couch was still in the center of the room. I was afraid we might be spanked again and I was worried my poor bottom couldn't take any more. As it turned out, that was not the plan. Apparently there had been a groundswell of requests to see mom and I have sex together. (At that moment I was so horny I would have gladly ate out my mom's pussy if it meant I could cum again sooner. I don't know if she felt the same way and I didn't ask.) Master Peter put an end to that saying he had promised he would never make that request of us. However, he also said he never promised we would not have sex next to each other.

I looked quizzically at my mom. Earlier in the party we basically had sex next to each other when we were bound together by the pool. Well we each had a cock in us although we were not really fucked. I watched as Mistress Dasha walked forward carrying several lengths of rope and decided what happened outside probably was minor compared with what was about to happen. I looked around the room for support. Renee had reappeared. I had not seen her since the party started and I had served the first round of drinks. She was naked which was hardly a surprise. She was standing next to Jenni. I suppose that wasn't a surprise either, as Jenni knew her and probably wanted to be near a friend. I was surprised as Richard and Carol were standing next to them. I didn't know if Renee's doing trying to steer them together or if Richard and Carol were trying to hook up with Jenni on their own. No matter what the cause, I didn't have much time to worry about it.

Mom and I were bound side by side on the couch in much the same position as during the musical interlude. That is to say, on our knees with our heads hanging over the back of the couch. A slight variation in our position compared to before was our knees were all the way forward to the back of the couch allowing us to support more of our weight. I assume this was because we might be there for a while. Our arms were pulled down over the back of the couch and were secured to the legs. I had a little play in them but not much. Similarly our ankles were secured to the front legs, and although I had very little lateral play in the rope (e.g. my legs were held open) the fact that I was on my knees meant I had a little forward motion available. Not that it would do me much good, but I want to paint an accurate picture.

Next a small step stool was placed next to the back of the couch. This didn't make much sense to me until our first, and very willing, participant walked to the back of the couch. His swimsuit was sporting a very nice tent pole, but he was a little short to just stand behind the couch and reach my mom's mouth. On a side note my mouth was watering at the thought of getting his dick in my mouth, but he was a younger guy, probably a friend of Renee, and he apparently wanted the MILF experience. No matter. I was only able to watch briefly as he fed his cock to my mom before another man stepped forward. He was older and taller. He pulled my head down to reach him and apparently enjoyed putting stress on my neck in order for me to gobble his manhood. But that was OK. I assumed correctly that as soon as he was good and hard he would switch to fucking me. It felt so good to finally have a cock sawing in and out of my pussy. I'd been craving this for hours. Of course any ability I might have had to vocalize my satisfaction in this new game was short lived as one of the porn stars fed me his cock making intelligible sounds from my mouth next to impossible. But that was a small price to pay to being finally filled at both ends.

I tried to glace at mom. Her first blowjob continued. I guess the guy just wanted oral. I think the guy in my mouth may have felt sorry for her as he popped himself out of my mouth and walked behind my mom. I was definitely jealous as I watched her eyes shut as he slid into her. I knew these guys could last seemingly forever so I hoped he would switch to me when my first guy was done.

So mom and me were both getting fucked, although she was at that moment getting the much better deal. I turned my head to see who might next avail themselves of my mouth. I saw Renee excuse herself from Jenni and walk over. She moved a second step stool into position and stood on it. I'd assumed I'd just be sucking cock in this game but I was more than happy to pleasure Renee. As I was lapping at her kitty I had the thought about for a supposedly straight girl, we certainly spent a lot of time having sex together. But of course that didn't really matter. I dove my tongue into her moist folds and did my best to get her off. Before I could finish Renee, the guy in my pussy pulled out and shot his load onto my back including at least one spurt that hit the back of my head. Not that I cared. What I did care about was it caused Renee to back away as well. I wanted to finish her and I told her that.

"Come back here, baby," I said as seductively as I could. "I want to make you cum."

"Is anybody ready to fuck this hot piece of ass?" Renee asked the assembled guests. There was no immediate response. "Come on now," she continued. "She has a great pussy and I know my parents expect Brittney and her mom to service all of you."

From near the kitchen I heard a baritone voice, which I immediately recognized. "I'll fuck her." Oh goody I thought. I'd been dreaming of his monster cock all night. "But she'll need to put some effort into getting me hard since I just given you your birthday fuck."

"Yeah you sure did. Did I thank you for that?" Renee asked. "No worries. I'll eat her out while she blows you."

Renee walked around the couch and got between my legs. She must have been on her back based on the angle of her tongue. My dream cock soon appeared in front of me. No stepstool required of my hunk and even mostly flaccid his cock was beautiful and full of potential.

Would you believe my orgasm didn't come from getting fucked as primed as I was for cock, but instead was triggered by the mix of Renee's excellent oral skills and hearing my mom cum next to me? Well it did. That also put a charge in Mr. Baritone's cock as well. My second, third and fourth orgasms happened bucking against his magnificent endowment. I remember very little of the next 45 minutes other than a mix of cocks and pussies being placed against my lips (and also given to my mother) and some very skilled cocksmen having their way with my pussy and ass. I remember looking at Jenni at some point with glassy eyes, my orgasms were flowing like water and my emotions on autopilot. I think Richard's arm was around her waist but her eyes were very focused on the live sex show going on in front of her.

How many orgasms did my mom and I share? I lost track at 10. How many different guys used one of my holes? I'm not really sure. I know some came back for seconds and some switched between using my mom and me so it was pretty much a free for all. Finally when it was over and we were untied I collapsed onto the couch.

I would have gladly gone to sleep right then and there. I was still early on party time, but my body was spent. I'm glad I insisted Jenni drive because I didn't want to move. That is until Jenni walked over and sat down on the floor next to the foot of the couch.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen, Brittney," she told me. "What's it like to be so free to just let yourself get fucked like that?"

I really wasn't prepared to have a philosophical discussion with her right then. I mumbled something about how being tied up relieved me of the responsibility of fitting a social norm so I could just cut loose and experience mind-blowing pleasure or some sort of pop psychology crap like that. It must have worked because the next thing she said was, "I want to try it."

That snapped me back to reality and out of my post orgasmic haze.

"Really?" I asked. "You want to be gangbanged?"

Now Jenni got quiet again. Maybe she didn't understand what she had asked for or maybe I just didn't understand her request.

"No, I'm not ready for that," she said calmly but with concern in her voice. "Can I start with one guy? I mean, I want to be tied up and helpless like you were, but I'm note ready for a freeforall."

"Of course you can sweetie," I told her. "But you need to agree to at least two guys." Then after a pause I added, "And maybe some pussy."

I'm sure she thought I was talking about myself, but in truth I had Carol in mind for fulfilling that task.

"Will you stay with me and make sure nothing goes wrong?" she asked. "I trust you Brittney. I know you won't let them hurt me."

I knew her trust was misguided, but I also knew she would thank me someday. I could see her submissive tendencies bubbling just under the surface. She just needed a little push. Plus I was so far gone into obeying my Master and Mistress, completing Jenni's seduction was much more important that any potential future problems.

"Give me a few minutes to rest and then I'll make the arrangements," I told her. "If you need to use the bathroom, go now. You might not be able to for a while," I told her with a wink. I watched as she departed down the hall. Immediately I jumped up. I waved to Master and to Richard and Carol beckoning them to come over to the couch for their final instructions.

"Operation fuck (both figuratively and literally) the school teacher is about to begin," I said gleefully

The End (for now)

Author's Note: At this point I have no future chapters of Mom's New Boyfriend planned. Instead the focus will shift away from Brittney and her mom and onto Jenni and Thomas in a new story, Slave Teacher Jenni.

Master Peter, Mistress Dasha, Brittney and her mom will take on side roles in the training of Jenni and her new life as a submissive as she serves Thomas and his parents. FYI, the characters of Jenni and Thomas are based on real people. Jenni is a teacher and Thomas was her student. They both wrote me feedback on Mom's New Boyfriend. They now live an open dom/sub life together since he has graduated. They have been trying in real life some of the things I made up for Brittney. Slave Teacher Jenni will chronicle their experiences.