Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 06 By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones
*** Rose's POV ***
"Keep watching your mom." The words echoed through my head. I was now bound to the chair facing Jeannie's window so I had little choice but to keep watching my mom. Jeannie had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open, but because of my bound hands I was still wearing it. She'd also run her hand up under my skirt and confirmed my level of arousal. This is exactly what I wanted and what I had planned for, but now that it was actually happening, I somehow couldn't believe it. I'd made the assumption earlier in the evening that Jeannie was passive when it came to sexual matters. She was now proving that hypothesis to be wrong. She quickly returned to me holding a small vibrator and three medical clamps. She tossed them on the bed and then knelt down in front of me.
"Let's get this skirt off, shall we. It's just getting in the way and I know you must be uncomfortable sitting in it."
She was half right anyway. Jeannie lifted my legs and put them on her shoulders. That made my butt rise enough for her to get her hands underneath me and unzip my skirt. With a little effort she quickly dispatched the garment. I was right about putting the garter on. She wasn't expecting it and seemed entertained by its presence.
"Do you have any other surprises for me?" she asked.
"Like what?" I questioned.
"I always figured you for a closet sub. But coming here without panties and wearing a sexy garter? That was a surprise. Do you do anything else fun like wearing a butt plug or Ben Wa balls in public?"
She had put my legs down and was lightly tapping on my clit while she asked. I was too distracted to answer. She snapped her index finger against my clit. "I asked you a question," she stated emphatically.
"No," I answered.
"No ma'am," she corrected.
"No ma'am," I repeated.
"At such time as I decide you will call me mistress. But let's see if you are worthy before we get to that step. Spread your legs and keep them out."
I did as she commanded. Jeannie moved behind me. I heard the sound of vibrator buzzing.
"Keep looking out of the window. What do you see?"
"I see my mother and two women."
"Detail, Rose. Give me details," she replied.
"I see my mother sitting on a chair. She's looking straight ahead. I'm guessing the window is reflecting like a mirror. She's watching herself."
"Good. Go on," Jeannie instructed me.
"Her legs are spread like mine. The second woman is sitting in front of her. She's hitting her with something. I can't quite make out what it is."
I watched as Jeannie set down the vibrator and picked up the binoculars. "Oh, I heard her say. That's hot." She then held the binoculars to my eyes so I could see. "Now what do you see?"
"I see the woman hitting my mom's pussy with, ah, what is that? It looks like a bunch of straps."
"It's a cat or cat-o-nine tails. It looks like she's just teasing her with it. Your mom looks pretty aroused."
"Yes, I guess she does," I said trying not to sound like spying on my mother was having the same effect on me.
Jeannie put down the binoculars against and grabbed the vibrator. "This one's not too strong, but the batteries last a long time," she announced before sliding it into my pussy. "Don't let that slide out."
Instantly my excitement level shot through the roof. It had been high before but the joy spreading from the vibrating toy definitely had me climbing the arousal ladder. I pulled my legs together to make sure I could hold the magic toy in place. Jeannie noticed immediately.
"Didn't I tell you to spread your legs?"
"Yes ma'am, but I was afraid to lose the vibrator."
"Not following orders already. That's not a good sign. Do you want to be punished like your mom was in the garage? I'm sure I can find something to make you understand."
"No ma'am. I'll be good."
She looked down at my legs. I quickly spread them as wide as I could. The pussy slicked vibrator slid out and fell on the floor.
"Oops," I said sheepishly.
"I'll cut you just a little slack because you're new at this. But you had better learn self control fast. I won't beat you, but now you're going to get the clamps."
In my mind I laughed a little. Not out loud mind you, but I assumed she meant to use them anyway or she would not have brought them over next to me. I didn't think they were for her. I continued to watch my mom as Jeannie began to suck on my left nipple. If there is one part of foreplay I like above all else it's nipple sucking. Maybe it is because my breasts are so small, my nipples are exceptionally sensitive. They had been hard since we first walked across the street to spy on my mom but now under Jeannie's expert care, they were absolute rocks. Every time she sucked my nipple into her mouth a jolt of pleasure raced straight down to my clit. I was starting to lose the ability to focus on my mom.
Too soon after she began, Jeannie deemed my left nipple ready for her clamp. I'd never worn a nipple clamp before and wasn't sure what to expect. I'd seen pictures of my mom with the nipple suckers. I was pretty sure I didn't want to try those. They looked very painful. Of course so was the surgical clamp. It was designed to hold itself in place so after she clamped it on, which was very painful by itself, Jeannie tightened it further by adjusting a set-screw on the side. I was stomping my feet on the floor trying to fight against the pain. I hoped my display would convince her not to use the second one. Of course it didn't. My right breast was treated to the same treatment. The nipple sucking didn't feel so good this time. Maybe it was the anticipation of the pain to come or maybe the throbbing of my left nipple overriding the pleasure signals from the right, but I was not nearly as enthusiastic the second time around. At least until she was done. This time in addition to stomping my feet I screamed.
Jeannie responded with a condescending "Tisk, tisk, tisk. Let's not have any of that."
With that she pulled off her black pants and peeled off her panties. I could smell her panties even before they were pressed into my mouth. Without a doubt she had been wearing them for a while. She probably planned to use them as a gag and had masturbated in them. Either that or she had enjoyed being outside with me much more than she led on.
"We have one more clamp to go. Guess where it is going."
I looked at her wide eyed.
"Come on. Don't play the innocent girl with me," she mocked.
I was split in my feelings right then. I had no doubt having Jeannie suck on my clit would feel great. I had no doubt a little clitoral attention would even override the ache in my nipples. But I also knew the pain that would follow and I didn't think I could handle that. My little clit was far too sensitive for that kind of abuse. I wondered if Nicole ever did this to my mother. Jeannie gave my clit a quick rub to make sure it was standing at attention. It was already peeking out of its hood so there wasn't much need to play with it. Thus I didn't get much pleasure before I anticipated receiving the pain. Jeannie then picked up the vibrator. She didn't bother to wipe it down she just pushed it back inside me.
"I'm not really going to clamp your clit. That would be too much for you. Try to be more careful with the dildo next time," she said before walking out of the room.
I was left alone with my thoughts. My thoughts plus, clamped nipples, a vibrator buzzing in my pussy and a live sex show staring my mother just outside the window. There were worse ways to spend a Friday night. Absent any other real options, I turned my attention back to my mom. Nicole was still using the cat on her. It didn't look like it hurt that much. More like a little sting as I watched my mom flinch slightly each time Nicole flicked the straps against her. All of a sudden she stopped. I watched as the first woman grabbed a cell phone from Nicole's bag and handed it to her. Nicole flipped open the top to answer and handed the other woman the whip. Nicole then walked out of the room.
As she was in the garage, the other woman seemed more in tune with inflicting pain on my mom. Not content with lightly striking my mom's nether region, this woman used much more force and concentrated on her breasts. My mom's demeanor changed immediately. Instead of flinching, my mom now recoiled as the woman strapped her boobs. I could tell my mom was shouting as well. I felt sympathy for her, but given the pain my own nipples were in at the moment, my reaction was tepid at best. I heard Jeannie walk back into the room.
"Ready for more fun?" she asked.
I wanted to give her a smart ass response but I figured now was not the time. "Yes ma'am," I said not sure of what I was agreeing to.
Jeannie warned me before she took off the clamps that it was going to hurt. I'd expected taking them off would be worse than putting them on based on all the stories I'd read. I told her to get on with it. She corrected me that a slave didn't get to make demands. The stories did not lie. Taking them off was worse. But I got through it OK. Now with the vibrator buzzing away and no other stimulations to counteract its pleasure, I started to feel real good. Jeannie sat on her bed watching me for a bit.
"You realize I'm in total control of when you cum don't you?" she asked.
"No you aren't," I challenged her.
"What would you do if I took that vibrator away?"
I thought for a moment. "Curse you probably," I told her.
"That's not very nice. What if I tied you to the bed and didn't touch you the rest of the night?"
"Then tonight would be the last time we ever talked."
"I doubt that. You may not realize it yet but you need this kind of attention."
I didn't respond. I just sat there buzzing happily thinking about what she just said.
"You know I'm right. But don't worry. I'm going to enjoy fucking you and making you cum. In fact we're going to start right now. "
Jeannie stood up and I felt her begin to untie my wrists. I also noticed Nicole had returned and that my mom was on the floor kissing her feet. I turned to face Jeannie. My eyes had adjusted to the limited light from the hallway. I could see her well enough to see she was holding a dildo. My mouth began watering.
"If you want me to fuck you with this you first have to prove yourself worthy. You claim to have never eaten a pussy before. That is about to change."
Jeannie indicated I should get on the floor. She then took my place in the chair. I'd seen my mom do this enough in the videos and pictures to know what I was supposed to do, even if I wasn't sure exactly how. Apparently I was a natural. At least that is what Jeannie said. I found I liked her taste as well. We were a good match. When I told Jeannie she tasted heavenly she told me that was a good thing because I could expect to be in this position a lot. Between her moans she was giving me a running commentary on what was happening in my mom's room. When she got to the point of telling me my mom was wearing a chin dildo and the first woman was fucking herself on my mom's face I stopped licking Jeannie and asked for permission to look. Jeannie seemed charmed by my interest and told me to take a glance but then to get back to work.
I wasn't sure what to expect. I know I wasn't expecting to see the elegant looking woman grinding herself against my mom's face. My mom was just the vessel for her pleasure and not a very active participant. I saw Nicole standing behind my mom. She was putting on a strap-on. My own pussy twitched in sympathy.
"It looks like Nicole is getting ready to fuck somebody," I said. "Are you going to reward me the same way?"
"Make me cum and we can talk about it," Jeannie replied.
I dove back between her legs. This time I crossed my wrists behind my back like my mother had done. Jeannie was right. This forced my face deeper into her pussy. It was intoxicating. I imagined my mom being fucked by Nicole. I wanted the same from Jeannie. This inspired me to make her cum. I didn't know what would bring her off so I tried to make up for my lack of experience with enthusiasm. I don't know if it was my skill or the show she was watching, but I was soon rewarded with my first mouthful of girl cum. My immediate reaction was why I had not done this sooner.
Jeannie took her time enjoying her orgasm and rubbing herself on my face. I didn't mind in the least. I wore her cum like a badge of honor. Finally she told me to stand and face the window. When I did I saw my mom joyfully riding Nicole's cock. Nicole was sitting on the chair facing the window. My mom was in a reverse cowboy. She seemed to be enjoying watching herself bounce up and down in the window. I'd seen that look of pure satisfaction on her face before from the video she made last weekend. That expression of pleasure made me want Jeannie all the more. I wanted that for myself.
Jeannie told me to bend over and grab the window sill. I was positioned looking directly at my mother fuck herself while my own pussy was pointing straight at my best friend, open and available for her use. And use it she did. She wasted no time pushing the dildo she showed me deep inside my pussy. I moaned immediately at the intrusion. It felt heavenly. In a fit of passion I dropped my head and looked at the floor. When I looked up Nicole and mom had changed positions. Mom was now holding onto the window the same way I was which Nicole was taking her from behind. My mom's expression had changed from mere pleasure to animal instinct. I watched as the other woman got underneath her and pushed a vibrator against her clit. I knew my mom wouldn't withstand that treatment for long. I knew I couldn't. I was barely holding on for dear life from Jeannie and her dildo. If she had been vibrating my clit at the same time I would have cum already.
Jeannie switched from fucking me with the dildo to holding it still. "Rock your ass back and forth on this slut. I shouldn't have to do all the work."
I wasn't about to argue. I was now bouncing forward and back much like my mother only I was in control of my motion and my mom was reacting to Nicole's thrusts. Jeannie started to spank me.
"You're going to be a great slave Rose. The best. I'm going to mold you into a perfect playtoy. You'll cum when I tell you to cum. You'll fuck who I tell you to fuck. And you'll eat whatever pussy I tell you to eat. How does that sound?"
I was too far gone to care. She could have told me to go out and turn tricks for her and I would have agreed right then.
"That sounds great, ma'am," I babbled. I was quickly reaching incoherence as I rutted back and forth on the fake cock.
"Not ma'am, slut. That's mistress to you," she sternly corrected.
"Mistress, ma'am," I said. Then I restated the obvious, "Yes mistress."
"Continue fucking yourself. When you're ready to cum tell me. Don't cum without permission. Never cum without permission."
I continued to slam myself back and forth on the dildo. I kept looking down concentrating on my own pleasure but also looked across to my mom as often as I could. She continued to get fucked hard. I knew if I saw her cum I would too. I held out as long as I could, but eventual my climax was inevitable.
"I need to cum now mistress," I hollered.
"Not yet new fish. Count down slowly from 20. Once per stroke should be fine."
I did what she asked. It was completely debasing. I pushed myself harder and harder against the dildo. She told me to slow down. Each complete stroke was several seconds in length as I struggled to hold myself back from climaxing until I reached zero.
At ten she started spanking me again. At 5 I lost control. I couldn't hold back any longer. I screamed and came harder than I ever had before in my young life. I fell to the floor out of control rolling back and forth. I couldn't see her expression but I hope it was one of pride for having reduced me to this quivering mess.
"Not good slave. You came too soon. Now you are going to have to be punished."
I was still in the throes of a violent orgasm. I heard her speaking, but I didn't understand a word she said.
*** Sandra's POV ***
I was having a great time with Erin and Mistress Nicole. Even though I didn't enjoy Erin's proclivity to hurt me, my clit apparently didn't mind as the two of them brought me to orgasm after orgasm. My greatest thrill that night was watching my reflection in the window as I was pounded relentlessly from behind. If only my husband was enough of a man to give me that much pleasure I never would have gotten divorced. But he wasn't as much of a man as Erin and Nicole proved to be that night.
Nicole had brought a few new toys with her. One was a dildo which strapped on to my chin. They took turns fucking themselves over my face. It was frustrating to say the least. My field of vision was straight up my antagonists' bodies. Their juicy pussies were bouncing just above my mouth and nose, but I couldn't make contact. I could see the expression of elation on their faces but could do nothing to give myself that feeling. Nor could I do anything to hasten their eventual ecstasy. All I could do was hold still and dream of my own eventual pleasure. The sounds of womanly joy filled the room. Every so often whoever wasn't on my face would rub my clit or pinch one of my nipples to make sure I was still paying attention. That was hardly necessary. They could tell how excited I was to be used this way. My only solace was I knew they were not done for the evening and eventually I too would get more satisfaction.
*** Rose's POV ***
After my ferocious orgasm had run its course Jeannie helped me up and led me out of the room. I was docile while we worked our way downstairs to the basement. I was shivering as we walked naked through her house. I could only imagine what would happen if Jeannie's parents suddenly came home. I had to admit it was thrilling to be in this position. The basement in Jeannie's house was semi-finished. We'd always played downstairs growing up. There was a big TV where we watched movies. I wondered if Jeannie was going to put on my mom's video. She wasn't. Instead she led me to a locked door. I always assumed it was a laundry room. I guess I never questioned why a laundry room would need a lock.
Jeannie flipped on a light switch just inside the door. There was a single bare bulb hanging from a wire in the center of the ceiling. The room was small, but full. The central thing I noticed was a leather swing hanging in the middle of the room. I recognized the contraption immediately from my investigations of the websites my mom frequented. It was a bondage swing. Looking around the room I noticed the floor was covered in gym mats. They were cold but squishy as we walked on them. There were also shelves mounted to the bare framed walls. The shelves held a cornucopia of sex toys. I looked at Jeannie confused.
"Mom and dad can still get pretty wild," she told me. "I bet you didn't know that my dad is a sissy boy."
I didn't know that. He was very masculine looking. I would have bet just the opposite was the case. Then again if you had told me my mom was sexually submissive I wouldn't have believed it either. Jeannie walked over to the swing and turned around so she wasn't facing it. I watched as she grabbed the upper support straps and with a will timed jump, pulled herself up and deposited herself into the seat.
"Help me get my ankles in the stirrups," she told me.
She was kicking her legs trying to hook them in a loop of leather. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg into position. It was a pretty simple task for me but would be very difficult for someone to do on their own. I repeated the assignment on her other leg. When I was done I looked at the position she was in. She looked quite comfortable suspended as she was from the ceiling. Her legs were spread wide open and her pussy and ass were very available at just below the level of my waist. I wondered just what she had in mind for me.
"You need to practice your pussy eating skills," my new mistress informed me. "We will be down here for a while. You will get to know this room well."
I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. Did she mean even when her parents were home she intended to bring me down here? Or did that mean her dominant mother knew of her plans and planned to us me too? At that moment I didn't really care. I just wanted to prove myself worthy. I dropped to my knees.
How many times did Jeannie cum swinging back and forth against my face? I'm not entirely sure but it was more than twice. For the first time I gave my first rim job. For the first time I saw a woman squirt. That was very up close and personal as I worked a g-spot vibrator in and out of her pussy until she hosed down my face with her joy juice. I'd had boyfriends give me a facial before, but this was different. Jeannie's juice was much lighter in consistency and there was also much more of it. It sprayed out of her in a much wider pattern. My entire faced was some of my hair was layered in her happiness. Jeannie too was very thankful to me. She complemented me on my skills in making her cum which warmed my heart. I was just following her instructions and trying to think about what would make me happy.
I helped her out of the swing. I could tell her legs were a bit wobbly. She asked if I wanted to try the swing. That was a stupid question.
*** Sandra's POV ***
I was having a grand time with Erin and Nicole. The more degrading demands the pair of vixens put on me the more aroused I got. After they had both fucked themselves on the chin dildo and came on my face Nicole announced it was time for a break. Of course I wanted to cum again. I knew she could see the disappointment on my face, but once she makes a decision there is no going back. The first stop was a return to the kitchen for water and more snacks. We were all naked by this time. I knew the blinds were still open, but none of us seemed to care. Looking into the dining room Erin commented that my sex toy collection had gone unused. Nicole responded that from now on I was to carry the collection in a bag in the car so I would always have them available. She told me that I should bring them into the office with me each day at work in case she wanted to issue me any orders. She said she would drop by one day next week to check and if I wasn't prepared I was going to be in trouble. I asked if she meant prepared like I was tonight. She looked at me confused. I know she knew exactly what I was talking about but she wanted to hear me admit it out loud.
"With my pussy clean shaven, wet and read for you."
"Oh, that. Yes. That does sound like a good plan," she said.
And although I knew it would be hell, I asked if I was to continue teasing myself 4 times per day until she decided I could have the relief from an orgasm. Surprisingly she said no. The confusion on my face was obvious.
"I want you to tease yourself 6 times per day. Add a morning and afternoon coffee break to your schedule."
Why didn't I just keep my big mouth shut? Of course I agreed to her new terms. "Yes mistress. As you command."
Refreshed Nicole told me to show them to the basement. I led them down the stairs and turned on the lights. The basement is unfinished. The walls were still the bare concrete of the foundation but the floor had been painted and there was some furniture, lights and a TV. My ex had insisted on buying a pool table although it was covered and used for storage these days. The mechanicals area where the furnace and water heater were located was messier. Nicole toured the basement and declared it "had potential."
I questioned her about what "potential" she was talking about. She explained every one of her slaves had a fully equipped dungeon. I remember Erin saying a playroom. I guess those were synonyms. She said the layout of my basement was perfect. With the addition of a couple of walls the mechanical area could be closed off. Nicole swung her arms showing where she would put up a wall. You can divide the basement in half. On one side will be the pool table and TV and then behind a locked door, your new toy collection.
"My new toy collection?" I asked.
"I'll give you a list of what we'll need. You'll need restraints and a couple of whips. Various sizes of dildo, vibrators and plugs. Some cuffs, clamps and a few collars. An assortment of blindfolds and gags. And a pulley system to suspend you from."
I was taken aback. This sounded like a major construction project.
"Don't worry about the costs. I have friends who remodel houses. They work cheap. In fact you can get a wall framed for just oral sex. You can earn an entire basement build out."
Nicole was now prostituting me for lumber. I didn't like the sound of that. I wondered what I'd have to do to earn all the toys. While Nicole had been discussing her plans with me I noticed Erin was once again rubbing her pussy.
"I never did get to spank that cute tush of yours," she announced.
"Bend over the pool table," Nicole ordered. "Good, now spread your legs a bit more."
Erin lay into me with the palm of her right hand. The sound echoed off the bare concrete walls. My screams soon followed. Nicole taunted me.
"You can't even be quiet for one spank? We're definitely going to have to get you on a program. What if I was at your office and needed to punish you?"
Erin was alternating between my left and right cheeks. I was a little quieter as I adjusted to her hand action, but not much. Nicole continued to berate me.
"Seriously, am I going to have to keep a gag at your office? You're hurting my ears. I wish my panties were not upstairs."
Erin stopped spanking me long enough to push three fingers into my pussy filling me quite nicely. She then pulled her hand back and began to push her middle finger into my anus. It was now her turn to deride me.
"I hear you like getting fucked up the ass. Is that true little girl?"
My cries and screams had been replaced with moans the moment she penetrated me.
"Oh yes," I hissed.
"We'll next time you are at my hotel I will have to take my turn with you. It wasn't fair that Liz got to fuck you and I had to wait. You did look cute walking down the hallway though."
Erin continued to finger my ass but now she began to rub my clit with her other hand. Needless to say I was very happy about the change in her demeanor.
"That girl you have with you at breakfast. Who was she? She's cute. I wouldn't mind drilling her butt too."
I took me a moment to realize she was talking about my daughter.
"Um, that was Rose, but she's not like that. She likes boys," I said trying to shield my daughter from Erin, Liz and Nicole's perverted lifestyle. The lifestyle I was so happily embracing.
"All women secretly want to be taken Sandra. That's why you were such easy pickings," Nicole chimed in.
"Invite her around next Friday night," Erin offered. "Liz will get her drunk and then we'll have our way with her."
I stammered something about knowing she would not being interested. My problem was I was building back up to another climax. I knew both women could tell. I also knew Nicole understood that by denying me that climax she could get me to agree to anything. She wouldn't make me sacrifice my daughter to them would she? Fortunately Nicole stepped in with an alternate agenda.
"I've got plans for Sandra next Friday already. Maybe another time," she said.
I breathed a sigh of relief. But Erin wasn't easily dissuaded. She started rubbing my clit harder and finger fucking my ass more insistently.
"Well if not Friday then another night. Sandra here will do anything to cum. Isn't that right slave?"
I moaned again but didn't answer the question. Erin responded by pulling the finger out of my ass and smacking the left cheek very hard. She didn't stop rubbing my clit though. I felt the first pang of pain as pleasure as both nerve impulses began to mix. A stinging blow to my right cheek soon followed.
"Look slut. If you want me to spank you until you cum, all you have to do is agree to setup a meeting. If not this Friday then maybe Saturday. Are you doing anything with this tramp on Saturday?" she asked directing the question to Nicole.
"No, no real plans that I can think of. She'll need to recover from Friday night, but she can do that during the day."
The spanks continued to rain down on my poor buttocks. Then the pleasurable finger on my clit stopped. I responded on instinct snaking my own hand between my legs. That brought a quick rebuke from Mistress Nicole.
"Get your hand away from my pussy. You agreed it belongs to me now. Just give us her name and phone number and we'll do the rest. Just two easy things and you'll be cumming in no time."
Another sharp blow to my butt had me crying out. Without the finger action on my clit the pain wasn't nearly so pleasurable. "Sally I cried out. Her name is Sally. Her number is in my phone."
Six rapid fire spanks followed alternating between my two cheeks. I was in agony.
"Why are you lying to us slave?" Nicole asked with disappointment in her voice. "You already said her name was Rose."
I was busted. I'd tried to protect my daughter and probably cost myself another whopper of a climax not to mention earning another punishment.
Nicole took one of my arms and Liz took the other. I expected them to push me to the floor or somehow bind me but instead they turned me around and lifted me up onto the pool table. The cool vinyl cover felt good against my hot ass. As if on cue, both women took one of my hard nipples into their mouths and started sucking. My mews of pleasure were a welcome relief to the spanking I had just endured.
"I'm sure Rose's number is in your cell phone. I doubt you know more than one girl named Rose. Even if you do we'll just seduce them both." Erin said triumphantly.
I was undone. Erin and Nicole resumed sucking on my nipples. I felt two fingers penetrate my pussy. I felt another two fingers rubbing my clit. There was no way I could last like this for long.
My legs were spread obscenely wide as they worked me over. I knew Nicole was going to force me to cum without permission again. It was a game she apparently loved to play. She now had Rose's name and would soon have her number. I had earned more punishment and had been warned that Nicole intended to show up at my office to deliver it. What had I become. I came hard on her hand. I think both of them were a bit surprised at the vivacity of my climax. I collapsed back onto the junk stored on the pool table. I needed to sleep for a while.
***Rose's POV ***
It wasn't quite as easy to hop into the swing as Jeannie made it look. I guess she had practiced before. It took me three tries before my ass settled into position. Jeannie made short work of affixing my ankles in the stirrups. She then retrieved two buckles from the shelf which effectively secured my legs in place. My legs were now spread as obscenely as hers had been. The only difference was I wasn't going to close them on my own. Jeannie was now in charge. My pussy creamed a little when I made that realization. Jeannie went back to the shelf and grabbed two more buckles. She had not secured her wrists into the back of the swing when she used it so it was a surprise to me when I discovered my arms could be spread much like my legs were. Jeannie then adjusted one of the straps and a pulley moved dropping me into a horizontal position. It wasn't too bad. It was almost like lying in a hammock. The only problem was my head wasn't supported. I could tell my neck would be sore very quickly. Fortunately Jeannie had an answer to that issue too. She brought over a padded strap which went around my head. The straps clicked in above me to the harness. It supported my head and neck quite comfortably. Too comfortably I realized as it meant I could be held in this position for a long time. Still if Jeannie was here was that such a bad thing?
The next thing she did was blindfold me. She explained my other senses would be heightened and she also didn't want me to see what was happening. I wasn't in a position, either physically or emotionally, to protest. I could hear her moving around my body. I was tense. She warned me not to move. I quickly realized that was good advice.
I heard the snip of the scissors even before she clipped the first strands of my pussy hair. I tried to remain motionless. I also tried to picture the look on her face as she began to trim my most private of areas. I was surprised that she was clipping the hair so close to the skin. I always kept myself well groomed and didn't think I needed a trim. When I felt the shaving cream I realized the folly of my assumption. I'd only shaved myself bare one time at the request of a boyfriend. But it was too much work to keep it smooth so I started to let it grow back almost immediately. We broke up soon after because he said the stubble was painful to him. I was glad to let him go. If that was the most important thing to him I didn't need him around. I remember telling Jeannie about him and why we broke up. I began to wonder if she was just as shallow as he was or if she had some motivation I didn't know about. It hardly mattered. Soon I was smooth and bare. As she rubbed a towel over my mons I couldn't help but try to push against her hands. I was involuntarily showing how much I wanted her made her happy. I could sense Jeannie moving away. I was gently swaying back and forth in the swing. My newly bare pussy made me feel doubly naked.
"No doubt you are wondering why I shaved you," Jeannie said from behind me. "I remember you telling me it was a pain to keep yourself smooth. Well that will be a little test for you to prove your loyalty to me. You'll never know when I'll show up at your apartment, office, that bar you hang out at or will summon you to where I'm at. I expect your pussy to be as clean shaven as it is right now at all times and I will be checking on you. If you are as committed to me as you claim, I expect to always find you have been taking care of your pussy. Or should I say my pussy. From now on nothing happens to it without my consent. Nothing goes in and nothing comes out. When we are together you need permission to so much as pee. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress," I replied.
I could tell Jeannie walked away from the swing. I heard a click and then the sound of a motor. This time the entire swing lowered. It must have been supported on a hoist. I think I was lowered about 6-8 inches. Jeannie then released the neck strap. I held my head still for a moment, but then had to let it tilt down. It was very stressful to have it bent backward like that. I then felt hands on my shoulders pulling me backwards slightly and then felt Jeannie's wet pussy slide across my forehead and nose before settling once again over my mouth.
"You will learn to love my flavor, slave," Jeannie spoke, only this time her tone sounded more like a command. "Your pleasure is secondary to mine. If you keep me happy, I will make sure you are pleasured. If not, you will be punished. I know your neck is very strained by this position. The sooner you finish me the sooner you will be receive relief."
Jeannie continued to force her pussy into my mouth. I did the best I could to lick and nibble her but she seemed intent on just smothering me. I could tell her pleasure was being derived by the position she held over me not by my oral talents. This concept was further illustrated when she reached down at took both my nipples in a vise-like grip while she pushed down even harder on my mouth. I was struggling to breathe. What air I was getting was tainted by the smell of her ass. My nose was between her cheeks and while not as forcefully pinned against her as my mouth, my nose wasn't going anywhere either. Even though I had licked her asshole earlier, this seemed fouler to me. I began to gag and cough. I heard Jeannie laugh, but then she did back off giving me fresh air.
"You're going to have to learn to do better than that Rose. I'm a softy. Some women would have kept you in that position until you vomited."
I couldn't think of anything to say. Finally I thanked her although I'm not sure for what.
"I'll make a deal with you," Jeannie said. The blood was still rushing to my head from being slightly inverted. Jeannie noticed my distress and cradled my neck so my head was higher giving me temporary relief.
"I have two things for you on the shelf. The first is a rabbit vibrator with new batteries. The second is a leather riding crop. Here's my deal. I'm going to lower you again. This time I will not force myself on you. Instead I will hover over you. You will show your gratification with your tongue. You will have to work your neck muscles to reach me. You have 5 minutes. If you succeed, your head gets the support strap and your pussy gets the vibrator. If you do not, you get the crop. I think you should have some incentive to do a good job, don't you?"
"Can I choose neither?" I asked.
"Slaves don't get choices. You don't have to agree with it. You already agreed when you called me mistress for the first time," was her reply.
This time Jeannie just straddled my head. She didn't force my mouth into her pussy. She just squatted slightly giving me access to her pussy and clit as I saw fit. I did my best. I really did. But I couldn't tell if I was going a good job. Jeannie was expert at hiding her feelings. Either that or I was not stimulating her in the least. She was calling out a countdown of the minutes. I was beginning to get frantic. I'd pull my head back, look at her and then take a big breath and continue trying to please her. She set down the vibrator on my stomach using me as a table but she kept hitting the shaft of the riding crop against her palm. This was very distracting. With two minutes to go I was resigned to the fact that she was going to use the crop on my pussy. Apparently my clit didn't understand what was about to happen to it as it has swelled in anticipation of any kind of contact from Jeannie. With one minute to go my mistress began rubbing the tip of the crop against my inner thighs and across my labia.
"Just think how nice it is going to feel when I snap this across your clit," she cooed.
I knew this is what I signed up for, but I wasn't going to go gently. If she was going to abuse my clit, the least I could do was return the favor. I arched my neck and finding her happiness nub I sucked it into my mouth with all my might. Apparently I had been doing better than I though and Jeannie was better at hiding her feelings than I gave her credit for because as soon as I did that, she moaned and began to lose her balance slightly. Apparently I'd found what really turns her on.
I sucked with all my might and darted my tongue back and forth along her clit while taking fewer breaks to breathe. I was waiting for her sweet nectar to once again fill my mouth. My own arousal was building to a fever pitch, but I knew my satisfaction would only come after hers. In my head I counted down the seconds. I could tell she was close. I'm pretty confident the five minute limit passed, but she did not start using the crop so I did not stop my new found technique of pleasing her. Was it mercy on her part or just the desire to cum on my face? I don't know the answer to that question. I can answer what happened to the rabbit as it gave me untold pleasure.
Jeannie had stepped away from my head and set down the crop. She then turned the rabbit on and slid it into my grateful pussy. I was so wet I was afraid it would fall out as she walked back to the shelf. It didn't take me long to cum. In fact I had an orgasm before she returned wearing a strap-on. I'd been wondering what it would be liked to be fucked by another woman since I'd first seen my mother taken that way. Now I was going to find out. Or was I? Jeannie walked back around to my head.
"I found a video my mom and dad made. The one time my mom lets dad have a little control is when she is in this swing. She'll never admit it but I know she loves giving head. If dad has been good to her, she'll get in the swing and blow him. I'm sure he would love to have you the same way.
With my pussy occupied and very happy, I didn't grasp what she had just said. As she pushed the strap-on into my mouth I realized she had just told me she was going to make me blow her father. I was repulsed. Inch by inch Jeannie's cock filled my mouth. Her dad would never be as large as the strap-on I remember thinking as she filled my oral cavity.
"Have you ever deep throated a cock before?" Jeannie asked.
I couldn't speak. I was effectively gagged by her strap-on.
"No matter. You'll learn," she notified me. "Dad's not this big but he's close. Mom will probably fuck you while you're doing him. You're going to have so much fun.
My lust went into overdrive as I thought of Jeannie's mom pummeling my pussy while I sucked on her dad's cock. If Jeannie's plan was to give me another mind numbing climax she succeeded. I was totally out of it as she helped me down from the swing. She had me lick the vibrator clean and then laid me down on the mat covered floor. I was curled into a ball shivering. She removed the blindfold and then told me she would be right back.
I stared up at the swing, the shelf and the light bulb. Tonight went sort of as I had planned, but not entirely. I'd successfully seduced Jeannie or did she really seduce me? I didn't know for sure but I had my first submissive sexual experience and I adored it. I knew it would not be my last. Jeannie returned from the other part of the basement with a sleeping bag, a pillow and more wrist cuffs. She told me it was late and I should get some sleep. I nodded my agreement.
"I can't trust you not to play with yourself. Remember that pussy belongs to me," she said as she cuffed my hands behind my back. That was going to make it tough to sleep. Jeannie helped me back up and then helped me into the sleeping bag. She zipped it up all the way to my neck and then helped me back to the floor. Cocooned in the sleeping bag the mats were not nearly as cold. The pillow was comfortable enough and I looked straight up and saw Jeannie flip off the light switch.
"I'll see you in the morning, slave. You'll be making breakfast. Have a good night's sleep."
With that the door was shut and the room was pitched black. I was left alone to think about what had happened and contemplate where my life was going. The cuffs were not very comfortable, but I had to admit to myself that without them I would have masturbated. Eventually I did fall asleep. Once I did, I slept through the night until Jeannie opened the door again. She was wearing a nightgown. She looked beautiful as always.
"Wake up sleepyhead. It's 11am. You've got 15 minutes to use the bathroom and make yourself presentable. Then you are going to make breakfast. Afterwards we're going shopping for some things you will need."
Jeannie unzipped the sleeping back and unhooked the cuffs. I stretched my arms and tried to embrace her. My lips were puckered leaving no doubt as to my intentions. But she pulled away.
"Never be so presumptuous, pet. If you please me you get pleasure. If not you get pain. That is the deal."
I gave her a flirty look and we walked upstairs. She went toward the kitchen. I went toward the bathroom. My first full day as a slave was about to begin.