The Socialite Chronicles

Karen woke Sunday morning refreshed, but very sore. The handcuff timer had released her wrists long ago. She sat up in her bed rubbing her wrists as the bright sunlight streamed through the blinds. Karen had been vividly dreaming all night of being used and debased by a wide range of shady characters. Even after the tremendous pounding her ass and pussy took the night before, she still wanted more. Karen knew her life had been changed over the course of the long weekend and there was no going back.

At the same time, Karen was aware that her husband and daughter would be back from their college tour weekend within a couple of hours and she had to somehow play the roll of perfect wife and mother again. Although she wanted to lounge in the bed and masturbate, Karen willed herself to get up and made a quick tour of the house. After last night’s lesbian orgy, Karen wanted to be sure there were no tell-tale signs of the debauchery waiting to expose her for the wanton slut she had become. Karen noted the women had pretty well picked up after themselves. There were a few glasses on some tables and the couch had been moved, but within 15 minutes Karen had managed to secure all the evidence of having guests. She felt like a teenager again as she tried to hide the fact she had a wild party while left alone in the house.

After picking up, Karen headed back upstairs to the master suite. She drew a very hot bath and allowed herself 30 minutes to soak in the whirlpool tub and sooth her aching muscles. While her body was simmering in the hot water and the jets were pulsating along her sore hips and neck, Karen put a cool towel over her eyes and leaned back. Almost immediately the images of her submitting to an unknown man flooded back into her thoughts. Karen saw herself on all fours with a collar around her neck and the man holding a leash connected to the collar as he savagely fucked her ass. Over and over the faceless man rammed his cock up Karen’s ass as she bucked and whinnied her approval. Karen slid her right hand under the water and began slowly rubbing her clit. As the scene with her imaginary master began to take on more urgency, Karen steadily increased the pressure she was putting on her clit. The water had started to cool so Karen began to drain the tub. As the now luke warm exposed her breasts, Karen’s left hand began to roughly pinch and pull her nipples. Karen was sloshing the remaining water back and forth, but try as she might, she was unable to achieve orgasm.

As the water level drained below her hips, Karen tried a new tactic. Turning on the hand nozzle, Karen turned the pattern selector to “pulse” and directed the water jet toward her clit. The sensation was immediate and wonderful she thought, wondering why she hadn’t thought of this before. But still Karen could not push herself over the top. Karen was starting to think she was orgasmed out after three nights of partying when the vision in her mind changed.

The faceless man was joined by a non-descript woman dressed in a catsuit and carrying a riding crop. While the man continued his pummeling of Karen’s ass, the woman first drew the crop along Karen’s exposed back and then unzipped the crotch of her catsuit exposing a neatly trimmed and very wet pussy. The woman slid down onto the floor under Karen and pulled her head down in an obvious command to service her. In her mind, Karen gleefully began eating the anonymous pussy as the woman grabbed her by the hair and humped her face.

This new development was bringing Karen closer to the release she sought. Karen’s body hovered on the edge of a massive orgasm, her mind desperately seeking one more image to bring her over the top. Just as she heard the garage door begin to open signaling her family’s return, the image of Terri standing over Karen verbally abusing her for fucking her kids flashed through her mind. The faceless partners in her fantasy were anonymous no more. Sam was plowing her ass with his marvelous cock while Billie ground her sweet, sweet pussy against her mouth. As the fantasy Karen turned her head to see leather clad Terri looking down at her in disgust was enough to send Karen over the edge and into a splashing, loud and violent orgasm. Water was splattering onto the floor and walls as Karen rolled from side to side oblivious to her surroundings as her orgasm consumed her body and soul. Although Karen began to audibly quiet down, her body kept twitching for a full two minutes.

As Karen came back to reality, she realized she remembered hearing the garage door and hoped Tom and Katie had been in the garage long enough not to hear her. Karen was just about to get out of the tub when Tom opened the door.

Tom: “Hi honey, we’re home.”

Karen: “Welcome back. Did you two have fun?”

Tom: “Well you know teenagers. They never want to hang out with their parents, but it was a good trip. We got Katie all set up for this fall.”

Karen snickered to herself about teenagers not wanting to hang out with their parents and then started to get out of the tub. Tom handed her a towel and as she started to dry off, Tom wrapped his arms around her from behind in a big bear hug. Karen was pleasantly surprised as her husband began rubbing his hands up and down her body.

Tom: “I missed you these last few days. Katie ran next door to tell Billie about the trip. Let’s make love.”

Tom pulled the towel back off his wife and led her to their bed. Tom was passionate and sweet, but even in her post orgasmic state, his touch and gentle thrusting did little for Karen. She was happy he was taking an interest in her sexually, but she wasn’t getting anything out of it. She tried to picture Jack above her and then any number of the wrestling team who had drilled her the night before, but it was no use. Karen faked a quick orgasm which was enough to pop Tom off and have him roll next to her. Karen did enjoy the feeling of her husband spooning with her after he was done but again had to laugh to herself when he commented on her cumming with him. Somehow she didn’t think he would ever be able to bring her off again.

As the couple lay in bed, they heard the front door open a close. Katie was back. Karen scrambled to pull the covers over their naked bodies just before Katie came into the bedroom.

Katie: “Billie wasn’t home… Yuck. Couldn’t you two have closed the door?”

Karen: “We’re sorry honey. We missed each other. How was your trip?”

Katie skipped to the bed and plopped herself on the edge.

Katie: “It was good. Daddy got me setup with everything I’m going to need. How was your weekend?”

Karen: “Pretty uneventful. I gave the speech at the charity dinner Friday. That was about it.”

Katie: “You need to get out more, mom. Oh well, I need to unpack.”

Karen and Tom watched as Katie skipped back out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

Tom: “She’s really all grown up. She isn’t worried at all about moving away to college. Soon it will be just the two of us in this house.”

Karen didn’t respond. What Tom really meant was she would soon be alone in the house. He would still be working 60-70 hours per week and she would have to find ways to amuse herself. Karen smiled when she realized that would not be very hard to do.

Life at the Blanchard house returned to normal on Monday. Tom and Katie were off to work and Karen was cruising the internet for porn, writing posts on the message board and masturbating to her webcam. On the days Valentina was at the Hoffman’s house, Karen would submissively don the French maid’s costume and clean their house while any number of people berated her as a common whore who would do anything for an orgasm. Of course Karen was “forced” to service everyone in the household. On some days that would just be Valentina. Other days Billie, Sam, Jack, Terri or some combination of the five would be home. One day Karen was summoned to the house only to find four of the boys from the wrestling team waiting for her. They took Karen into an old van owned by one of the boys and had Karen suck all their cocks again. They sent her home covered in goo and unsatisfied, a condition Karen quickly remedied with her favorite vibrator and her best handcuffs. Karen reveled in her submission joyfully serving the neighbors’ needs however perverted and disgusting they might be. Back at home, Karen continued to blog and masturbate, although the stories and videos she found online paled in generating the orgasmic power her own memories of submission did.

Karen’s life progressed this way through the summer. She noticed that Katie had been spending more and more time with Sam and wondered if he was also servicing her daughter the same way he was servicing her. Karen’s collection of sex toys was steadily growing. Her toy cabinet was now brimming with vibrators, dildos, restraints and DVDs.  Karen had discovered JT’s Stockroom and it quickly became her website of choice for all things fetish. Every couple of weeks, Karen would find something new she had to buy.

As the dog days of August rolled around, the family prepared for a trip to move Katie to college. Karen was sad to see her daughter out on her own, but also happy to see her away from Sam, albeit temporarily. The family was leaving on a Thursday morning and would be gone for four days and by the time she and Tom returned home. Karen placed her latest order right before they left. She dreamed about the arrival of her new toys throughout the trip and by the time she and Tom arrived back home, she was desperate for sexual satisfaction. Thankfully the next day was Monday, one of her regular days serving at the Hoffman’s.

As she was expected to do, Karen dutifully showed up at the Hoffman’s house at 8:30, promptly stripped naked in front of Valentina and Billie and then dressed in her maid’s outfit. Both Jack and Terri were out of town on business and Sam was nowhere to be found. Karen cleaned the house, parading in front of the women in her skimpy costume. As she had been taught to do, she always bent at the waist exposing her pussy and ass. She also stretched to dust higher shelves giving the women another excuse to ogle her and was always deferential whenever they asked a question or issued a command.

By noon the cleaning was done and Karen moved on to servicing both women. Karen was surprised that today each woman only wanted a simple pussy eating. Ordered to her knees, Karen obliged sticking her head under the skirt of each woman and lapping at their pussies until each woman came twice. Karen was becoming increasingly aroused by this simple act and prayed her oral skills would be rewarded. After both Billie and Valentina had their lusts sated, at least temporarily, they stood Karen back up and pulled off the maid’s uniform. They were greeted with the sight of highly aroused vaginal lips, moisture already gleaming from the edged. Both girls chortled at the sight and then Billie escorted Karen to her bedroom. The now naked and desperate to cum Karen watched as Billie rummaged through one of her dresser draws looking for something. Billie ended up grabbing a tiny thong bikini which she tossed to Karen with the instruction to get dressed. It didn’t take long for Karen to step into the dental floss bottoms, but the top was more of a challenge as it didn’t cover much of her ample chest assets. Karen struggled to place the bikini top just right to hide as much as she could while Billie stripped out of her skirt and blouse and put on a properly sized designer swimsuit.

When Billie finished putting on her suit, she led Karen back downstairs. In the kitchen they found Valentina, also dressed in a skimpy thong bikini, although Karen noted Valentina seemed much more at ease showing that much skin than she did. Valentina explained that today was a very special day since Josh, the hunky pool cleaner, would be arriving soon. Immediately Karen pussy began to gush as she imagined herself finally getting off courtesy of the pool cleaner.

The three women headed to the backyard. After helping each other apply sun screen, a torturous process for Karen who wished Billie’s hands would do more than simply rub the lotion on her skin, the trio sat down on reclining chaise lounge chairs purposely positioned to give them a perfect view of Josh. The girls chatted as friends do. Both Billie and Valentina talked up Josh, his rock hard abs, his tight buns and of course, his very satisfying penis. The thought crossed Karen’s mind that the girls may be toying with her emotions because Josh sounded too good to be true. Either the pool cleaner was an old fat man or even just a figment of their collective imaginations was her verdict. About 20 minutes later, Karen was glistening with sweat droplets and still inflicted by a wet, unsatisfied pussy when the gate opened and Josh walked through. Karen thought the girls had done a disservice in their descriptions. Greek Adonis would have been more appropriate. Karen definitely could see herself laying on her back braying like a school girl below this man. Karen sat slack jawed, openly gawking at Josh as he set down his tools.

Karen had a different pool service at her house and made a mental note to hire Josh instead. Her pool cleaner was also a young man, but he always wore baggy gym shorts and a loose fitting top. Josh wore a very tight weightlifting shirt which showed every ripple in his free weight sculpted body. Josh also wore a Speedo instead of shorts. Karen understood why a pool cleaner might wear a swimsuit, but could not figure why he chose a suit which was out of fashion for over a decade. Then Josh turned and she understood. The front of his suit was packed with his bulging cock. It was clear his abs and biceps were not the only muscles worth of a workout. Valentina nudged Karen and told her to shut her mouth. She explained that Josh cleaned the pools of several neighborhood women and for a generous tip, he was perfectly willing to provide a more intimate level of service. Karen understood the reference and prayed she would soon be the recipient of a “special cleaning.”

The three women watched intently as Josh began cleaning the pool. He knew the effect he was having on his audience. He had previously serviced all of the women in the Hoffman household. In fact, they had told him of their neighbor who would be most grateful to meet him. Last week, after Billie had finished blowing him, she told him about her nymphomaniac neighbor and how she spent her summer turning her into her sex slave. Josh didn’t believe Billie and challenged her to prove it.  Billie simply told him to show up next week ready to party.

Karen was sitting between Valentina and Billie on the patio. In unison, both girls reached over and began kneading Karen’s breasts through her tiny bikini top. Karen turned her head back and forth looking at her tormentors, but instead of complaining, she refocused her attention on the male specimen before her. Taking their cue from Karen’s lack of resistance, first Billie and then Valentina pulled the tiny triangles of fabric shielding Karen’s breasts away from her body. Karen leaned back deeper into the chaise as the women began to stimulate her nipples. Finally she was going to get her relief.

Josh looked over at the women and smiled. Karen had spread her legs enough to give him a view of her thong covered sex. When she noticed him looking, Karen began running her fingers over the tiny bikini bottom while giving Josh a come get me look. Billie noticed Karen’s wanton display and grabbed her arm. As Karen looked at her with shock and dismay, after all she assumed Billie wanted her to act like a slut, Valentina grabbed her other wrist. The girls held Karen’s wrists to the arms of the chair while Karen struggled against them, mostly as a show for Josh’s benefit. Karen wiggled her hips and “accidentally” spread her legs wider. Playing along, Billie gave the older woman a sharp rebuke and a loud slap to her inner thigh.

Billie: “Could you be more of a slut, Karen?”

Karen stopped struggling and closed her legs as she contemplated whether the question was rhetorical or not. Billie responded by pushing her legs apart again.

Billie: “No, no dirty girl. Keep those legs apart. Show the nice man what you obviously want him to see.”

Karen’s head was spinning with lust as she spread her legs wide open. Surely Josh would not be able to resist her offer and soon his donkey cock would be inside her. Wanting to get in on the humiliation, Valentina began rubbing her free hand up and down the length of Karen’s pussy. Karen was staring intently at Josh and the two girls continued to poke and prod her erogenous zones. When Valentina pulled aside the tiny thong and began to brazenly finger fuck her, Karen reflexively moaned. Looking at Josh, she saw his cock begin to twitch in his swimsuit. Karen licked her lips and once again pleaded with her eyes beckoning Josh to come to her.

Josh was content to watch the spectacle before him for a couple of minutes, his Speedo expanding outward with every moan escaping Karen’s lips. As he eventually moved toward the women, Karen let loose with a labored hiss “yessss!” Her breathing had become erratic as her arousal, fueled by Valentina and Billie’s ministrations had taken control of her body.

Josh stood in front of Karen’s chair and pulled off his Speedo. A very generously sized cock became the sole focus of Karen’s gaze. It was thick, long and not even fully hard yet. Josh wiggled his pride and joy with his hand, taunting Karen with the power he held over her.

Josh: “This is what you want, isn’t it slut?”

Karen: “Yes.”

Josh: “Billie said you are a nympho and her slave. Is that true?”

Karen: “Yes,”

Josh: “So I bet you would like to suck this special treat?”

Karen: “I’d rather you just fuck me.”

Josh: “I’m not even fully hard yet. Blow me and if you’re good, maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Karen wasn’t happy with the word maybe, but also wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to quench the fire burning between her legs. She quickly agreed and the girls released her arms allowing her to scoot to the front on the chaise. Karen looked up at the muscular man towering above her. Josh continued to wag his cock at her until Karen tilted her head back and opened her mouth up wide. Josh began sliding his cock in and out of Karen’s mouth while she worked as hard as she could to simulate his libido. With her right hand, she played with his balls. She kept her tongue slobbering as best she could on his shaft and every time his began to pull out, she sucked as hard as she could on the knob of his cock while stroking the shaft.

Assured Josh was in good hands, Billie and Valentina stood and walked inside. Karen continued to service Josh who remained remarkably calm and detached. Karen was doing her best to impress Josh in hopes of being fucked soon. Whenever she had a moment without cock in her mouth, she would beg Josh to take her. After one such moment, Josh smiled at her and took her hand leading her to the patio table. At last, Karen thought, he’s going to bend me over the table and drill me. Instead Josh instructed Karen to get on top of the table on her back. The height seemed wrong to her, but she wasn’t about to tell this powerful man how to go about his business. Effortlessly Josh pulled Karen to the edge of the table so her neck and head were bending backwards off the table and at just the right height to slide his cock down her throat. As he reached maximum penetration and his balls brushed over her eyes and nose, Josh reached forward and firmly pinched both of Karen’s nipples. The sudden pain sent a shockwave through Karen’s overheated body as the vibrations from her howl of lust cascaded over Josh’s cock. Knowing he had Karen on the edge, exactly the plan he had previously discussed with Billie, Josh began fucking Karen’s mouth while not letting up on her breasts. Billie, Valentina and Terri were all good fucks, but this sense of dominance over a woman was new to Josh… and he liked it. Saliva was running down Karen’s face as Josh relentlessly pounded his cock into her mouth. Karen was having trouble breathing as her windpipe was blocked over and over. Her degrading behavior only fueled her lust and she knew if Josh so much as touched her clit she would cum instantly.

Before Karen could reach nirvana, however, Josh gave one final thrust and unleashed a torrent of cum into Karen’s mouth. Blast after blast of warm sticky treat hit the back of her throat causing an immediate gag reflex. As she started coughing, Josh pulled his cock out and hit her squarely in the face with the final few spurts of his load catching her between the eyes and over her nose. As she coughed and struggled for breath, the unswallowed cum from her mouth spewed upward landing on her unprotected face, her hair and even dripping up her nose. Josh simply backed off and let Karen recover. Billie appeared on the patio again carrying a towel.

Billie: “Nice job Josh. Did I lie about her?”

Josh: “No you didn’t. She’s everything you said.”

Billie: “Valentina’s waiting for you in my bedroom. You better have enough cock left for the two of us.”

Josh: “Don’t I always make you happy?”

Josh began to walk toward the house and Billie gave him a playful swat on the butt. She then turned her attention to the cum covered Karen still languishing on the table. Throwing the towel at her neighbor, Billie spoke with mock disgust.

Billie: “I can’t believe you just did that. Wipe yourself down and go home, tramp.”

Karen: “But I want a piece of his cock too.”

Billie: “Maybe next Monday. I want you to masturbate while you picture Valentina and me riding that beautiful cock. Turn on the webcam, I want to see you. Don’t you dare cum. When you can’t take it any longer, send me a note begging for permission and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you get off.”

Karen knew she wasn’t going to change Billie’s mind so she just took the towel and quickly wiped her face. She then turned and headed toward the back door.

Billie: “Just where do you think you are going?”

Karen: “I’m going to get my clothes.”

Billie: “I told you to go home. Wrap yourself in the towel and get out of here. If you’re lucky, I’ll bring your clothes over when I’m done with Josh and fuck you with my strap-on. You should be quaking with need by then. Oh and give me my bikini back too.”

Karen nodded submissively, striped off the tiny bottom, wrapped the towel around her now naked body and walked through the side gate. As she began the walk home, Karen showed no signs of shame. She had made this walk many times before in various states of undress. She had long ago given up on the idea of not being seen by the other neighbors. Just before Karen reached her house, the brown UPS truck sped by her. The driver, James, pulled along the curb, jumped out and ran up the driveway holding a large package. Karen quickened her pace as she saw him writing a pickup slip and preparing to take the package back to the truck. Karen didn’t want to wait another day for redelivery so she called out to the driver and ran up the driveway to meet him. If the driver seemed surprised to see a woman dressed only in a towel coming to claim the package, he didn’t show it.

Karen: “Hi there. Sorry I was swimming at the neighbors.”

James: “No problem mam.”

He looked at the package and then handed it to Karen.

James: “JT’s huh? I deliver a lot from them to this neighborhood.”

Karen looked at James wondering if he knew the type of products sold by the website. All of a sudden, Karen became nervous about her particular fetishes becoming public knowledge; a change picked up by James. Karen began to act skittish has she took the package in her right hand. The now smiling James began to move the signature touch pad toward Karen’s left hand. As he made the hand off, the edge of the device “inadvertently” hooked on the edge of Karen’s towel causing it to unwrap and fall to her ankles.

James: “I like your swimsuit.”

Karen stood holding the package and signature pad, her body frozen in place by the embarrassment of the situation as the man openly gawked at her stiff nippled breasts and still saturated pussy.

James: “You said you were swimming at the neighbors? From the dried cum in your hair, I would say you were cheating on your husband.”

James’s brazen assessment of her snapped Karen back to reality. She quickly set the package down and grabbed the towel. As she wrapped it back around her body, she forcefully responded.

Karen: “That is none of your business.”

James: “I know what kind of things JT’s sells. Tell me are you a bottom or a top.”

Karen was getting frustrated by James’s line of questioning. She wanted to get inside the house, but he persisted.

James: “I bet you’re a bottom. No dom would walk outside with cum in her hair. Did your master fuck you?”

Again Karen was silent, only no longer out of frustration. She began to start feeling an attraction to the stranger who seemed to know her secrets.

James: “Your nipples are hard. Didn’t you get off? Did your master ride you hard and put you away wet or do you just like standing naked in front of me.”

Karen finally found her voice again.

Karen: “Don’t talk to be like that. I’m a lady.”

James: “You’re a woman, I’ll grant you that. And damn sexy too. But a lady? I don’t think so.”

Karen’s willpower to resist the stranger was rapidly being replaced by lustful feelings. She had to get inside quickly and open her package. Karen scribbled her signature on the electronic pad and held it out for James to take back. She smiled at him as he reached out to take the pad back. James just smiled back at Karen as his hand passed the pad and grabbed the towel. Once again her towel fell to the ground, only this time one of James’s hands began massaging her breast while the other one wrapped itself around her butt and pulled her into his grasp.

Karen’s resistance melted instantaneously and she felt herself becoming dead weight supported by his steely grip. James wasted no time removing his hand from her breast and moving down to her simmering pussy. Karen felt his eyes burning through her soul as he effortlessly plunged a finger inside her. As he finger fucked her on the front porch, James used his thumb to diddle her clit. Karen was on fire and knew she would not deny any request the stranger would make.

James: “I asked if your master got you off.”

Karen: “My mistress and no.”

James: “Then how did you get cum in your hair?”

Karen: “She had me blow the pool boy.”

James: “I see. Did you want to fuck him?”

Karen: “Yes.”

James: “But your mistress didn’t let you?”

Karen was grinding herself on James’s finger coming ever closer to the orgasm she needed. Her breathing had become ragged and she was powerless to defy the man giving her so much pleasure.

James: “Karen, answer me. Your mistress kept the pool boy for herself. Are you under orders not to cum?”

Karen: “Yes.”

James: “But you are about to cum on my finger aren’t you?”

Karen: “Yes.”

James: “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Karen: “God yes.”

James: “Then bring me inside.”

James pulled his fingers away from Karen’s pussy and took her hand. Inside the door had scarcely closed before James pushed Karen up against the foyer wall and began kissing her with a fiery passion. Karen reached for his belt buckle and deftly freed his already hard cock.

James: “As I said before, you don’t act like a lady. You seem more like a wanton slut who needs dick all the time.”

Karen didn’t answer. She was too busy trying to guide James’s cock into her folds.

James: “Put your hands above your head, slut.”

Karen raised her hands where James abruptly grabbed her wrists and held them pinned to the wall. He then aimed his cock directly at her smoldering love canal and pushed forward. He took a few thrusts to finally line up correctly, but soon he was buried to the hilt and banging Karen against the wall with each thrust. He certainly didn’t have the biggest cock she had ever had. In fact it wasn’t even the biggest she had that day, but he definitely knew how to use what he had. Karen reveled in the slightly circular motion James was putting in each thrust. With her passions so inflamed, it didn’t take long for her pussy to clamp down on his cock and wave after wave of orgasm to wash over her body. James kept hammering his cock into Karen, her orgasm consuming her for several minutes. As she began to calm down, James released her wrists and guided her into a kneeling position on the floor. Karen’s body was limp, but James had not finished so he pulled up Karen’s hips until her ass was high in the air and her head was resting on the floor.

James mounted her doggie style and began fucking her again. This time he mixed his thrusts with a combination of spanks and language berating her. Karen didn’t care. She felt blessed to finally have a real man back inside of her. With a final, demanding thrust, James grabbed Karen’s ass holding it tight on his manhood and began showering the inside of her pussy with his seed. Karen knelt passively as the stranger emptied his balls into her. She then felt him begin to pull out and heard the distinctive sound of air rushing back out of her pussy. She had always been embarrassed by pussy farts before, but today she wore them like a badge of honor. James walked in front of Karen and ordered her to clean his cock. Karen happily slurped the mix of his cum and her juices off his cock while is load began draining out of her pussy and onto the hard wood floor.

After he was clean, James placed his cock back in his pants and zipped up.

James: “I get a fifteen minute break in the morning and a fifteen minute break in the afternoon. I’ll be back tomorrow and I expect you to be ready.”

Karen: “How will I know what time?”

James: “You will not. I expect your pussy to be wet and ready for action. What rooms in the house have you fucked in?”

Karen thought for a minute before replying the master bedroom, her sewing room, the living room and now the foyer.

James: “Tomorrow we will christen the dining room. Wednesday it will be the kitchen. I’m going to fuck you in each room of the house so no matter where you go, you will think of cumming on my cock.”

Karen felt deliciously naughty and agreed to James’s terms.

James: “Until tomorrow.”

Karen: “Until tomorrow… Wait… I don’t even know your name?”

James wasn’t interested in sharing that information. He knew Karen would get off even harder the longer he remained a stranger.

James: “You don’t need to, do you?”

Karen: “No not really.”

With that exchange complete, James turned and walked out of the house and back to his truck. Karen lay down on the foyer floor, spent but happy and napped for about an hour. When she woke, she realized she had not followed Billie’s instructions and ran upstairs for her video masturbation session. Karen played a Sex and Submission video on her laptop. The girl reminded her of herself and the man looked eerily like the UPS driver. Karen worked a dildo in and out of her pussy, her legs spread and placed on the edge of the desk giving the webcam an unencumbered view of it obscenely sliding in and out of her. After recording several minutes of video for Billie, Karen typed out a lusty sounding message asking for permission to cum. After the experience with the UPS driver, she didn’t really need to cum again and the tone of her note reflected that, but she was mindful of the orders Billie had given her and wanted to comply. Karen received a message back that her not didn’t really sound sincere so she could forget about cumming any more that day. This suited Karen who figured she would now have time for another nap and then a quick shower before Tom came home from work.

The next morning Karen awoke with a sense of great anticipation. She hoped the UPS driver was sincere and would be visiting her again. She wondered if he would come around the same time in the afternoon or would be arriving in the morning. Karen prepared herself by taking a long hot shower and then a short bath where she shaved her legs, underarms and pubic hair. She then put her hair in a pony tail and finally just a hint of her favorite perfume. Looking at herself in the mirror she decided she definitely looked fuckable today. Karen remembered James’s admonition to be ready for him since he only had two 15 minute breaks during the day. Karen deduced that meant he would be arriving either mid-morning or mid-afternoon.

She walked downstairs to prepare. Her first stop was the kitchen where she poured a bowl of cereal and toasted an English muffin. She had brought her laptop with her and began reading erotic stories while she ate breakfast. While her right hand was busy with the food, her left hand was occupied moving the cursor and almost absentmindedly fiddling with her pussy. After she finished breakfast, Karen made a more concerted effort to finger herself preparing her pussy for the penetration she longed for.

Karen moved her laptop to the living room where she could peer through the blinds and watch for the truck. Part of her wanted to make herself cum, but another part wanted to hold off until he got there. For over an hour Karen sat peeking out from behind the blinds teasing her pussy and making herself hotter and hotter. By 10:30 Karen was convinced he wasn’t coming. She had seen one UPS truck drive down another street in their subdivision, but it did not return to her. Karen was getting frustrated and began to think he wasn’t going to show up. Karen waited by the window until 11:00. Her pussy was dripping and her mind was on overload. Karen went back to the kitchen and poured herself a tall iced tea. She had decided to go back upstairs and get herself off when the doorbell rang.

Karen jumped for joy and ran to the door, oblivious to the fact she was still naked. Karen threw the door open and was greeting by her friendly neighborhood UPS driver.

James: “Are you ready for me as I instructed slut?”

Karen wondered how many other women greeted him naked at their doorway that he even had to ask. James then reached forward and pushed his index finger into her sopping pussy.

James: “Good. You know how to follow instructions. Do you remember where I said I would fuck you today?”

Karen: “Yes, sir. In the dining room.”

James: “Correct. Lead me there.”

Karen turned and walked back into the house leading her stud de’ jour into her lair. When they reached the dining room, Karen turned to face him and dropped to her knees. Unzipping his uniform shorts Karen was pleased when a rapidly hardening cock sprung free and into her face. Mindful of his limited amount of free time, Karen quickly took his manhood into her mouth and made sure it was brought to full attention. James praised her cocksucking skills and also her ability to follow his directions. After just a few minutes of her ministrations, James pulled his cock from her mouth and told her to lie on the table. Karen gleefully complied and spread her legs for him. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistening. Karen saw the man smile.

James mounted Karen and sank his cock to the hilt with the first stroke. Karen was squirming as he built his rhythm. She knew her self imposed orgasm denial would soon pay its benefits. James continued to hammer her pussy, using the leverage from his legs standing on the floor to force his cock as deep as he could into her quivering pussy. Karen squealed as her first orgasm overtook her. She shook and moaned as her climax rocked her body. The cock penetrating her no longer belonged to a man; it was just a pleasure tool for her soul. Karen wasn’t thinking about James, she wasn’t thinking about her husband or even about the neighbors who enslaved her. Her eyes were looking at the ceiling, but they were not focused as her brain was exploding in delight.

As she calmed down and began to lie passively beneath James, he gave a final hard thrust and pulled his cock out spraying a load of jizz the length of her body. He then wrapped his hand under her neck and spun her around so her head was at the edge of the table. He pushed his still hard cock into her mouth and told her to clean him. Karen happily slurped the cum mixture off his pleasure tool, still high from the endorphin rush she had experienced. After he was satisfied she had done a good job, he tucked his cock back in his shorts and headed for the door. Karen jumped off the table and scampered after him. He paused at the front door.

James: “You did well today slut. Tomorrow we will christen the kitchen.”

Karen: “Will you be about the same time tomorrow?”

James: “I will not know until I get my delivery sheet in the morning.”

Karen: “I have to clean the neighbor’s house in the morning.”

James: “I’ll try to make it later, but if I can’t, it’s your loss.”

Karen: “I’ll try to finish them early.”

James: “Same deal as today. Make sure your pussy is ready for me.”

Karen: “I will.”

With that he was gone. He had been inside the house for 13 minutes and she was totally spent. Karen went back upstairs and took another shower. Her body was still tingling with orgasmic afterglow as the pulsing water cascaded across her nipples leading her to a quick masturbation session with the shower massage. Karen toweled off from her shower and then crawled back into bed for a nap. She surprised herself by not waking until after 4. Her whole day had been spent in the quest for illicit sex and then recovering from it. Karen finally got dressed at 4:30 and then went downstairs to retrieve her laptop.

There was a message from Billie sent at noon asking why the UPS truck had been parked in front of the house for so long. Karen knew Billie would be mad because she had not responded sooner and she hoped Billie would not be furious that she had now fucked James twice. Karen replied to the email briefly explaining what happened the last two days. She then sat for over an hour waiting for Billie to respond before realizing she had to get dinner started. Karen quickly breaded some chicken breasts and tossed them in the oven. She then polished the dining room table to erase any evidence of her activities and was busy tossing a salad when Tom arrived home, the perfect wife and mother back on display.

Throughout the evening Karen checked her messages when she could but still there was no response from Billie. Karen decided all she could do was show up at the Hoffman’s house as planned in the morning and see what happened. At 8:30 sharp she rang the doorbell. A stern looking Valentina opened the door.

Valentina: “You’ve been having some extracurricular activities, I hear. Care to tell me about it?”

Karen began to tell Valentina the details as Billie and Sam came into the room. Karen didn’t leave out any facet and described her orgasms point by point. Karen felt like a whore as she retold the story of spreading her legs for a complete stranger and how he shamefully finger fucked her on her own doorstep. At the same time, the lustful looks from her controlling trio began to turn her on. She noticed a sizable bulge in Sam’s pants and hoped she would soon be braying like a school girl as he worked it inside her.

Valentina: “Well Karen, we are not happy that you didn’t tell us about your new friend. We certainly don’t mind you spreading your legs; you are a slut after all. But still, you need to keep us in the loop. Today, after you finish cleaning the house, we will punish you for your transgressions. Get upstairs and get changed.”

Karen: “Yes mam.

Karen went about her duties cleaning the house. She didn’t see much of Billie, Valentina and Sam. Occasionally she saw Billie, but she only heard Valentina’s sounds of pleasure coming from Sam’s bedroom. Karen kept her mind focused on her cleaning duties. She was trying to finish quickly so she could get home for her UPS delivery. As she finished cleaning the kitchen, Valentina finally appeared. Her normally exquisite attire was ruffled and her hair was messed. Her skin was also flushed. Obviously Sam had done a fine job taking care of her needs.

Valentina: “Sam is a wonderful lover. Too bad you will not get a taste of him today. I wore him out.”

Karen just nodded. Billie now entered the kitchen carrying a ping pong paddle, a hair brush and a scissors. She looked deviously at Karen making sure she saw the implements of her punishment.

Billie: “Well, maid Karen, you’ve done a fine job cleaning the house. It’s time for your punishment. As Valentina told you, we’re not upset that you took another lover. That is expected for a cum dumpster like you. But we need to know about who you have sex with. We can’t let an inferior lover get in the way of your slave training.”

Karen listened carefully and in a weird way, it made sense to her.

Billie: “You have two choices today. You can get a spanking with the paddle or we can trim your hair. Not all the way, mind you, but it will be very short.”

Karen loved her long hair and she knew that Billie knew that. Obviously her only choice was to accept a spanking. Billie knew that too.

Karen: “I choose the spanking.”

Billie: “I knew you would. Follow me to the living room.”

Karen followed the teenager like an obedient puppy. Billie sat down on the couch and motioned Karen to lie over her lap. Slowly, ever so slowly, Billie drew down Karen’s maid panties and then she leisurely teased the older woman’s pussy lips. Karen looked up to see Valentina standing next to them holding the paddle. Karen watched as Billie took the paddle and then felt its rough surface rubbing against her ass. Karen felt the paddle leave her butt and prepared herself for the stinging pain to begin. Billie did not disappoint. Karen heard the whoosh of the paddle an instant before it contacted her unprotected bottom.

Billie: “Keep that ass in the air tramp and count the strokes.”

Karen fought to hold her ass up and Billie’s blows rained down on her buttocks. Billie held Karen by the neck as Karen struggled against the pain.

Valentina: “That’s it slut. Ride the sting. Your mistress’ touch is your pleasure. Confess your wicked ways.”

Being berated always turned on Karen. Her ass was on fire and her pussy was leaking its love juice onto Billie’s lap. Karen knew if anyone touched her pussy right then she would cum instantly. And then it was over. Billie began to stand up forcing Karen off her lap. Karen rubbed her sore ass and began to beg for permission to cum. The girls just laughed at her.

Valentina: “If you haven’t missed UPS, you can cum with him, but not before. If you did miss him, you have to wait for tomorrow.”

Billie: “Oh, and one last thing…”

Karen watched as Billie opened a draw in the end table and pulled out a large butt plug and a tube of lube.

Billie: “I want you to wear this home. Let’s see if your new friend is man enough to rape your ass. It should be nice a purple from your spanking soon. If you missed him, you can’t take it out until bedtime. Send us an email tonight with how the rest of your day goes.”

Karen submissively knelt down on all fours and let Billie insert the plug. Only after her ass snapped back around the tapered end was Karen allowed to change back into her original clothes and head home. Karen felt thankful to be dressed normally as she walked home. When she got home there was a note on the door. It was in Billie’s handwriting.

“Dear Mr. UPS. Karen has been a naughty girl so she is currently bent over my knee getting a spanking. I will send her home when I am done. She told me today you planned on fucking her in the kitchen. The back door will be unlocked and if you’re not too early, you will find Karen on the table with her ass spread toward the door. If I kept her too long, I apologize. Stop by my house sometime and I’ll make it up to you.” The note was signed Mistress Billie and included her address and phone number.

Karen reread the note twice before going inside. Heading upstairs she quickly shed her clothes and headed down to the kitchen. It was now after noon and she prayed she wasn’t too late. On her way, she grabbed a throw pillow off the couch. She then cleared off the kitchen table and made sure the back door was unlocked. She then drank a small glass of water and climbed on the table to wait. She placed the pillow under her head and knelt face down with her ass high in the air facing the door. In her final act of preparing for more depravity, Karen reached back with her hands and spread her ass cheeks.

Karen didn’t know how long she held that position. Her legs were aching and her pose caused the butt plug to situate further into her ass. Every time Karen felt like getting up to stretch, she thought she heard a noise and believed her knight had arrived. Eventually the stress was too much for her and she stood up. Karen took another drink of water and then walked back to the living room. She figured could watch for the truck and then retake her position on the table if he arrived. Karen had not been playing with her pussy. It had been wet since her spanking and didn’t need any further stimulation. Sitting on the couch staring out the window, she began to play with herself more out of boredom than anything else. She longed for the magic touch of her stranger and prayed he would arrive soon.

Soon Karen’s diddling of her pussy had inflamed her desires beyond the point of holding back. Karen rushed upstairs to get her favorite dildo. The butt plug was causing her great discomfort but also increasing her craving. Rifling through her toy closet, Karen discarded six different dildos from her collection before finding the one she was looking for, a nine inch beauty covered in nubs. Karen knew from experience that it would take a great effort from her to accommodate this monster in her pussy and now with her ass already full, she wasn’t sure if she was up to the task. But she was sure that she wanted to try and she knew she would cum as soon as she started working the colossal faux cock into her body.

Clutching her salvation, Karen turned to the chaise lounge, site of so many depraved activities. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw motion out of the bedroom window and froze in her tracks. Moving to the windows, Karen saw the UPS truck parking in front of her house. “Shit,” she thought. “I’ve got to get back downstairs.”

Leaving her masturbation collection spread out on the floor, Karen ran as fast as the plug would allow, sprinting down the stairs trying to stay ahead of her anonymous lover. Karen heard the backyard gate opening as she reached the kitchen and quickly sprang back onto the table. She was breathing heavily as she took her position on her knees, her ass held high for inspection and the dildo still firmly in her right hand, its base planted on the table. Karen heard the door open and felt relieved that her long tease would soon be at an end.

UPS: “The note said your back door would be open. It didn’t lie, did it?”

Karen: “No sir. Please fuck me. I’m ready as you commanded and desperate to cum as my mistress intended.”

The UPS driver surveyed the vision of sexual energy laid out before him. He could tell Karen’s pussy was ready for him. It was pink, puffy and obviously wet. Her ass was still lightly pink. She must have received a hard spanking to still be showing effects this many hours later. Her ass was filled by a large plug so it would be ready to take his cock and she had a dildo for some reason. Yes, today was going to be fun, he thought.

After admiring the view Karen was presenting for about 45 seconds and letting the sexual tension between them build, James gave her ass a firm swat eliciting an immediate moan. He then grabbed her by both hips and pulled her legs off the table forcing her to lie bent over the edge and positioning her fuck holes at the proper height. He then kicked her legs apart and told her to hold that position.

James: “I want to see that dildo in your mouth as if it was another cock you were servicing. I want all your pleasure holes filled like the whore you are. Have you ever had all your holes filled at the same time?”

Karen: “Yes sir.”

James: “Were they real cocks or fake.”

Karen: “Real sir.”

James slapped Karen’s ass again. “Slut.”

Karen moaned again as she opened her mouth and went down on the dildo. Karen heard James unzip his uniform’s shorts. “He must be hard already,” she thought, “if he doesn’t want head.” Karen was right and almost immediately felt James' rigid member begin to dance along her pussy lips. James lubricated the tip of his cock with Karen copious available fluids and then slowly pushed his member home. With the table pushing from the bottom and the plug pushing from the top, Karen’s pussy was tighter than he remembered. He took Karen slowly, driving her pelvis into the edge of the table. He knew she was ready to cum and would not require much effort on his part to take her over the edge so he wanted to tease her a little.

James: “You look amazing slut all bent over your kitchen table with all your holes filled. Does your husband know what kind of tramp he married? Will you ever be able to serve him food without thinking of this moment? How many men have you had in that plugged ass?”

Karen dissolved in the climax she had been dreaming of as James admonished her for her behavior. She had been so close before it was a foregone conclusion that as soon as he touched her pussy she would once again be at his mercy. Karen’s entire body shook as she tried to force his cock deeper into her pussy. James looked down on the quivering mass of woman below him and struggled not to blow his load. He had other plans for that but almost lost control as Karen’s pussy began to milk his cock as her orgasm rocked her body. Although Karen’s pussy was still squeezing his dick in a most enjoyable way, James forced himself to pull out. Karen hardly noticed; her body consumed with her own release. Nor did she notice that James had pulled out the plug filling her ass and positioned his cock at the gaping brown eye winking at him.

Karen did notice, however, when James rammed his cock up her ass. Having been stretched for hours by the plug, there was no pain involved, but as the angle of his assault forced her clit back into the edge of the table, Karen howled with delight once again. James didn’t care if she was enjoying herself or not. His goal was simple. He wanted to fill her ass with cum and then put the plug back in. James was relentless in his pounding and Karen had to hang onto the table for dear life. She reached her hands back to the edge of the table and took hold. Her legs were driven off the floor as James repeatedly pulled his cock all the way out and then plunged it back in to the hilt. She knew he couldn’t possibly keep that pace up for long and was determined to get herself off once more before he finished. Karen submissively opened her lips and once again took her dildo into mouth. She shut her eyes and imagined herself back at the Hoffman’s being split open by the wrestling team. She pictured herself as the subject of another gang bang and once again covered in cum. She pictured herself being forced to do the bidding of a cruel master sharing her with his friends. She pictured Terri forcing her to eat her pussy while Billie did the same to Katie. Then Sam forcing his cock into Katie’s mouth while Jack did the same to her. These last two images sickened Karen, but at the same time took her over the edge once again. As her climax washed over her, James let go with a torrent of cum. The hot liquid splashing deep in her bowels added to her depravity and intensified her own cum. Karen lay shuddering on the table unaware that James had pulled out and only vaguely aware that he had push the plug back up her ass. Just like the day before, James spun Karen around so her head was at the edge of the table. The dildo had popped free of Karen’s mouth when she started to cry out in orgasm so there was nothing stopping him from sliding his ass coated cock into her mouth. Karen was too out of it to care, not that her feelings would have stopped him at this point. She reached around his ass with her hands and pulled him deeper into her mouth urging him to fuck her face. James obliged for a few moments and then pulled out and tucked his cock back away.

James: “Tomorrow we do the laundry room. Be ready slut.”

Karen watched through hazy eyes as James walked out the back door. She was out of control and knew it. She also loved every minute.

The next day Terri called. She was back from her sales trip and wanted to hear about Karen’s new adventures. Karen invited her over and the two women sat outside on the patio discussing the events of the past week. To an outsider, it looked like two neighbors shooting the breeze. Then, without warning, Terri told Karen to eat her out. There was no pretense, no threats and no question or reluctance on Karen’s part. She simply dropped to her knees while Terri raised her skirt and spread her legs. Terri continued sipping iced tea and enjoying the Blanchard’s beautiful landscaping while Karen munched at her pussy and toyed with her clit. Terri had picked up two guys while on her trip, but neither was able to satisfy her lusts. All the way home she had looked forward to being serviced by her slut slave. Terri was in no particular hurry to cum. She let Karen work her magic for 20 minutes or more before finally succumbing to her neighbor’s special talents and having a most enjoyable orgasm.

Terri: “Whoo, that was a good one. I declare, you are getting better and better at that.”

Karen: “Thank you mistress. I tried my best.”

Terri: “If your cock sucking has gotten that good, Jack is going to be very pleased. He’s going to be home late tonight. Tomorrow when you clean the house you must take care of him.”

Karen: “Of course, mam. It would be my honor.”

Terri: “I’ve got to get going. I need to file my expense reports from my last trip.”

Karen watched as Terri bid a hasty retreat from the patio. Karen had hoped Terri would have returned the favor or at least fucked her with a strap-on, but with any luck her UPS friend would be arriving soon. Karen wished she knew his name or at least had a cell phone number so she could know when he was coming over, but she had to admit to herself, submitting to a stranger had its own special thrill.

Out front, Terri was walking down the street as James turned the corner. She flagged him down and walked over to the driver’s door when he stopped.

Terri: “I just wanted to get a look at the man who was using my slave.”

James stepped down from the truck and took a good look at Terri as well.

James: “Karen is a very special woman.”

Terri: “Yes she is. I don’t mind sharing her with you, but if you are as good as she says you must share your talents with me sometime.”

James: “I think that can be arranged. I’ve got 6 more rooms of her house to fuck her in and then I’ve planned a special celebration day for her. Perhaps you would like to participate.”

Terri: “I would like that. Karen enjoys being gang banged. Can you arrange that kind of celebration?”

James: “Not a problem. I like the way you think. I’m James, by the way.”

Terri: “Nice to meet you James. I’m Terri. Karen said she didn’t know your name.”

James: “It didn’t seem important that she knew it. I call her slut. She sucks my dick. Why use names.”

Terri: “I see your point. She’s all primed and ready for you. I didn’t get her off so she’s probably upstairs in her sex room picking out which toy to fuck herself with. Have fun.”

James: “I will. I wish my break was longer than 15 minutes. I’ve already spent 5 with you so I’m going to have to hurry.”

Terri and James waved goodbye to each other. Luckily for James, Karen had noticed them talking and had stripped off her clothes and began playing with her pussy in anticipation of his eminent arrival. Karen hoped he would not want a repeat performance of taking her in her ass. She was still sore from the day before. Karen kept the plug and James’ seamen bottled up her bum until she took a bath right before bed. If Tom had any inclination to touch her, he might have known she wasn’t the prim and proper homemaker he assumed, but of course except for a hug and good night kiss, he went straight to bed.

When James walked up to the door, a naked Karen greeted him. She gave him a big hug and then dropped to her knees unzipping his pants as she went. Reaching into his underwear, Karen fished a rapidly hardening cock out and took him into her mouth. James was still standing in the doorway. Although he was effectively blocking the view of Karen’s deeds from outside eyes, he was still amazed that she would so openly suck his cock.

But time was short, even if his cock was long, so James pulled his cock from her mouth and guided her inside. True to his plan from yesterday, he had Karen lead him to the laundry room. He then turned the wash machine on spin. As soon as the drum began to shake the machine he positioned Karen so she was bent over the corner making the wobbling machine contact her pussy. James had to push hard with his left hand against Karen’s ass to keep her in position negating the possibility of fucking her at the same time. If he wasn’t in a rush, he would have teased her with the machine and then drilled her on the floor, but that wasn’t possible today. Instead he began stroking his own cock while enjoying the auditory performance Karen was putting on. James was focused more on his meeting with Terri than the naked woman rutting on a wash machine in front of him and was thinking of all the fun things they could do together to Karen. He was also thinking of what a tight little body Terri had and all the fun things he could do to her alone.

His sub radar was pegged was he talked to Terri and even though Karen served her, James was pretty sure she was a switch. The thought of having both Terri and Karen call him master had him rock hard and quickly reaching the boiling point. The symphony of moans coming from Karen and the thought of Terri submitting to him took him to the point of release in record time. Releasing his grip on Karen’s ass, she slid down the front of the wash machine leaving a trail of slut juice on the front. As she hit the floor, Karen looked at James just in time to see an outburst of cum flying from his cock straight at her face. Karen was no stranger to receiving a facial, but even by her standards, this one was a whopper. Karen wondered just what her mystery man had been thinking as jet after jet of cum landed on her face and dripped off her chin to her chest. Karen hand instantly found her pussy as she tried to reach her own climax before James finished, but it was to no avail.

This time James didn’t force his cock into her mouth, just the kind of thing that might have taken Karen over the edge, but instead just zipped himself back up and walked out. Karen was left kneeling on the floor, covered in cum and wondering what happened. One think she knew was she needed satisfaction. After having two dominants take their own pleasure from her, she needed to cum. Karen looked back at the wash machine, still happily shaking away. Would she ever look at laundry the same way? No she wouldn’t. She knew that was the driver’s plan and she hated him for it. Karen tried to straddle the corner of the washer again, but without support she couldn’t find her balance.

Running into the garage, cum dripping off her body as she went, Karen found a step stool and brought it inside. The height was just right and she was finally able to hold herself against the appliance long enough to reach her orgasm. It wasn’t the same without James (or Terri, Sam, Jack, Billie or Valentina) directing her, but at least it would temporarily take the edge off her day. She made a mental note to tell Mr. UPS that she figured out a way he could fuck her on the wash machine, although she knew tomorrow would bring another room.

And so it went for the next week. Each day James would arrive and Karen would fuck him in a different room of the house. Each day after shooting his load in her ass, mouth or pussy he would have her clean him, would zip up and would walk out. Each day Karen was left longing for more, but with new fantasies to fuel her masturbation. As promised by Terri, Jack returned from his sales trip and availed himself of her newly practiced oral talents. He was very complimentary of her improved skills. Karen was falling deeper and deeper into her submission to all of her dominant partners. Every time they asked her to perform, she joyfully did. There was nothing she would hold back from them, a fact she shared at every opportunity. One day after her cleaning duties, the entire Hoffman family gang banged her. Terri and Billie donned strap-ons and took turns reaming her ass while she took turns sitting on Jack and Sam’s rigid members and Valentina stood over them so Karen could eat her pussy. By the time she staggered home, James was arriving for his turn. Karen was too warn out to take an active role, although she gladly lay on her back and put her legs on his shoulders while he plowed her pussy one final time on Katie’s bed. That day marked the final room of the house and Karen wondered what would happen next.

Thursday dawned and Karen wondered if her UPS driver would show up. Originally he had promised to fuck her in every room of the house. With that task completed, Karen didn’t know if that was the end of their relationship or just the beginning. She couldn’t imagine him just disappearing, but since she didn’t even know his name, it certainly was possible. After Tom left for work, Karen went about her task of bathing and preparing herself for another special delivery. This wasn’t one of her regular days with the Hoffman’s so she was left home alone with her deviant thoughts and fantasies. As she had done every weekday for the last two weeks, Karen masturbated until she was primed and ready for action, but did not take herself over the top. As she had been instructed, she kept her pussy wet and available, teasing herself all day while waiting for her man to show up. But today, for the first time since they met, it didn’t happen. By the time 5pm rolled around and Karen finally gave up hope, she was so frantic from teasing herself that she knew she had to cum. Retreating to her sex room, Karen knew exactly what she required. Unlocking her toy cabinet, Karen grabbed her large, suction cup based dildo and her large nubby dildo she last used in the kitchen. After spitting on the suction cup, Karen mounted it on the wall two feet from the floor. The weight of the dildo forced it to hang downward like a semi-hard porn star.

Next Karen booted up her lap top and made sure the webcam was recording. She angled the screen so the camera would capture all of the action and sent an email to Billie and Terri telling them this is what they had reduced her to and to never leave her alone for a full day again. Karen then got down on her hands and knees and crawled back to the hanging cock. Taking the dildo in her mouth, Karen pretended she was kneeling in front of her master getting him hard so he would fuck her. Of course the dildo never changed, but in her mind, she was turning her mystery lover on and he would soon lose control and give her the pounding she needed. At the same time she serviced her phallus, Karen was wagging her ass at the webcam in an attempt to tease Billie and Terri so they would rush over and take care of her. In the back of her mind she knew that wasn’t going to happen, but when she went to clean their house tomorrow, surely they would give her satisfaction.

Content that her fake lover was ready for phase two, Karen plopped the dildo out of her mouth. A long string of saliva hung between her mouth and the cock. Karen spun around and reaching back to guide it, impaled herself on the hanging dick. It found its home easily, her tunnel slick with arousal. Looking at the webcam with pure joy at the intrusion, Karen picked up the other dildo and held it tight to the floor, just as her UPS man made her do in the kitchen. Karen rocked her ass back on the dildo pushing it to the hilt. She then rocked forward forcing the second dildo into her mouth as the first one pulled out of her pussy.

Karen had grown to love having both ends filled at the same time. Before her conversion from boring housewife to wanton slut, if you had asked Karen if she would have ever considered such an act, you probably would have been slapped. But now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Karen repeated the rocking motion satisfying her lust and exploding in orgasm a few minutes later. Her foreplay had been mental all day and the few minutes of physical touch was all that was needed to leave her in a state of dishevelment on the floor. In fact, Karen was still lying on the floor in her post orgasm afterglow when she heard the garage door open. Tom was home early.

Karen jumped at the sound. She quickly put the dildo she was sucking back in the closet, but forgot to pull her fuckstick off the wall. She closed her closet and sprinted to the door. She didn’t remember if she closed the door as she made her way quickly to the master bedroom. She turned on the shower and jumped in. The water was still cold and it stung her hot body. Fortunately, by the time Tom made it upstairs the hot water had filled the pipes and the shower appeared normal. Karen yelled that she had been working out and was taking a quick shower before making dinner. Tom came into the bathroom and looked genuinely pleased to see his naked wife. In fact as he began to take off his work clothes, he decided to join her in the large steam shower. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and for the first time in a long time, Karen felt strength and security in his arms. Her pussy was still stretched from the large dildo which she didn’t want to explain so she turned and kissed her way down his torso. Tom leaned back against the tile as she took his manhood in her mouth and began to give him a loving blowjob. As always it didn’t take long for him to squirt. “You could time an egg by him,” she thought. After swallowing his spunk, Karen grabbed a hand towel and began to wash him. For his part, Tom thought this how a wife should act.

After the shower, Karen made a simple dinner and the couple sat down for a relaxing evening. About 8:30 the phone rang. The caller ID came up “private” which usually meant a telemarketer. Typically they would let the machine answer these calls but for some reason Karen felt compelled to pick up the call. She was glad she did.

James: “Good evening slut. Do you know who this is?”

Karen: “Yes… but we are not interested in changing our phone service.”

Karen was trying to sound convincing so Tom would think it was a telemarketer.

James: “This is Master James and you will do everything I tell you. Do you understand?”

Karen: “Yes… but we are really happy with our current service.”

James: “I will be at your house at 9am tomorrow. I want you primped, dressed in your sexiest lingerie and highest heels. Impress me and you will be taken care of. Failure to comply will be met with severe punishment. Do you understand?”

Karen: “I understand what you are offering… but I am really happy with my current provider.”

James: “You have done well today slut. I watched this afternoon’s performance before I called. Tomorrow you will not need to service yourself. I guarantee that.”

Karen: “Thank you for calling and have a good evening.”

Karen hung up the phone, her pussy gushing in anticipation. Karen looked at Tom to see if her phone ruse had fooled him. He didn’t show any emotion and Karen excused herself to head upstairs and to plan her attire for Friday. She also dispatched an email to Terri and Billie saying she would either be late for her cleaning duties or perhaps not be able to show up at all. If that was the case, Karen promised she would make it up to them on Saturday. In truth, Karen hoped a Saturday rendezvous could happen either way.

Karen tossed and turned all night. She now had a name to go with the cock… James. Master James to be precise. She was thrilled with the way he commanded her to prepare for his arrival. Before going to sleep, Karen had gone through her “special” clothes collection stored in her toy cabinet. She didn’t want to wear any of her regular lingerie. She contemplated wearing her maid’s costume to show her desire to serve her new master, but decided against it. James had been very clear that lingerie was the order of the day.

Karen had purchased an outfit for a special occasion but had not dared to wear it before. When she picked the items online she thought “this outfit looks like I’m dressed to fuck with a capital ‘F’.” Of course it would be perfect for today. Right after Tom left for work, 7:30 on the dot, Karen practically sprinted back to the master bedroom and her makeup table. She wanted to look perfect this morning and knowing her clothes would only take a matter of minutes to put on, she took her time carefully crafting her makeup. How many times had she made herself up for some charity function trying to look elegant and proper? Today was different. She still wanted to look proper, but this time she wanted to look like a proper slut. She applied a deep base of blush giving her cheeks a rosy glow like she had just climaxed. She applied more mascara than she had worn since high school and too much eye shadow. Searching through her collections of lipstick, she settled on a fire engine red. “If I’m going to do this, I should go all the way,” she mused. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt her face definitely said tart. Now for her hair. Karen held her hair in several positions trying to decide what to do with it. For a formal dinner, the choice would be easy. A simple up style is always fine. Today she wanted to present a different vision. She thought about ratting it out; going for a big 80’s hair band look. But that would eat up the rest of her time and she wanted to be sure she was ready on time. Then she thought about curling the edges in, but that didn’t seem to fit the image she wanted to portray. She decided to get dressed and then decide letting her outfit dictate her style.

Karen went into her sex room and removed the package containing her unworn outfit. The clothes were very simple, but nobody would ever mistake their meaning. Standing naked in front of her mirror, Karen continued her transformation. First out of the box was a very special red leather bra. It was a demi cut with nipple cutouts and about 2 cup sizes too small. Karen struggled to clip the straps as there was almost no play in the leather. She then had to squeeze her breasts into the cups. The bra gave her great pushup support and forced her breasts together and upward. Her nipples, understandably, hardened almost immediately as she forced them through the small cutouts. Looking at herself in the mirror again Karen saw more cleavage on her tiny frame than she had ever seen before.

Next was a matching red leather garter belt and red fishnet stockings. Karen always hated fishnet stockings because the former feminist in her thought they looked trashy and smacked of male designers “catching” and subduing the women they designed for. Of course that was before she discovered her true submissive self and now she loved the way the stockings framed her legs and how the netting drew attention to her. After the stocking came a red leather thong with a zipper up the crotch. When Karen bought this item she didn’t know if she would be able to get her underwear off her hopefully bound legs so she figured the zipper might come in handy. Pulling the thong on she nestled the back strap securely in her butt crack and then bent over to grab her new shoes. As she stretched, the inelastic leather tightened giving her pussy a nice and welcome jolt. “Why haven’t I worn these before!” she thought.

Karen new shoes were straight out of the fuck me pump line. Red again to match her underwear and lipstick, of course, with a five inch stiletto heel. The pump design itself was a conservative closed toe design, but the height of the heel did wonders for her calves and further tightened her butt against the thong’s strap. “No man, or woman for that matter, could resist me in this outfit,” she mused. The final item of her ensemble was a translucent white silk top. It buttoned down the front and covered her butt plus about two inches. Karen fiddled with the number of buttons to secure finally deciding on one button above the center connector on her bra. This way her cleavage was displayed to maximum effect, but her nipples would be hidden. Sort of. There was no hiding the fact that her nipples were hard as pebbles and depending how the light hit the top you would either see right through it or at a minimum see the outline of her lingerie.

Looking at the clock, it was 8:20. Karen wanted to be done by 8:45 in case Master James arrived early. That left her 25 minutes to finish her hair. Looking at the visualization of pure sex she was presenting, Karen decided not to distract from her clothes by doing a half ass job on her hair. Instead she decided to go more practical and hopefully, she thought, more stimulating for her. Having found she enjoyed having her hair pulled during sex, Karen decided to tightly braid her hair into a long pony tail. She struggled with this task because her hands were shaking in anticipation of James’ arrival, but she managed to finish with 5 minutes to spare before her self imposed deadline. Looking in the mirror once more, Karen was very pleased with the reflection, but was inspired to make one more trip into her toy closet to find a short three inch wide leather strap. Karen quickly wrapped the strap around the base of her pony tail forcing it upward off the top of her head. Karen had seen a picture of a pony girl similarly decorated and always thought it was hot. Her only hope now was Master James would agree.

Karen sat down at the computer to check her messages but didn’t have any. She assumed the Hoffman’s didn’t mind her not coming over that morning since they didn’t call or write. At this point her pussy was too in control of her body to worry about what might happen later. Dressing like a complete slut for James without knowing what to expect was feeding her need to submit unlike anything she had done before.

Karen headed downstairs to wait. True to his word, at 9am on the dot Karen saw a truck turn onto her street. It wasn’t James’ usual UPS truck, but a cube van delivery truck. Instead of parking on the street, the truck spun around and backed part way up the driveway. She saw the truck’s back door slide open and James jump out and begin opening a lift gate. Karen was intrigued to say the least. James pushed a large crate onto the lift gate using a pallet jack. He then moved the unidentified box next to the garage door before heading to the front door with a delivery clipboard. Karen didn’t know what kind of game his was playing, but she was giving him top points for creativity.

Karen answered the door where James played the role of delivery driver apparently unfazed by the outfit Karen had crafted for his visual pleasure. He pretended not to know her as he had her sign his paperwork before he could release the crate into her possession. Without reading the official looking forms, Karen signed her name and then James asked her to please open the garage. He walked back to the truck as Karen stood on the stoop dumbfounded.

Karen didn’t understand the game yet but was keen to play along. She walked to the garage door and pressed the opener. James calmly pulled the crate into Tom’s parking space and began to remove the nails holding it shut. Karen looked on curiously wondering what perverted amusement she was about to provide.

James: “If you would me so kind mam, please shut the garage door. I don’t want this thing escaping.”

Karen was even more confused now. What could possibly be in the box? She continued to play along.

Karen: “No problem. We wouldn’t want that.”

Karen shut the door, something she never would do with a stranger but with James it was all right. She obviously was meant to play the character of a helpless housewife and if that is what it would take to get her laid, she was happy to play along.

Karen nervously looked over James’ shoulder as he finished unnailing the crate. He asked Karen to grab one end of the top while he took hold of the other. Lifting the cover off the crate, Karen peered inside. She was surprised to find the crate empty except for some padding. Karen could only guess what the game really was, so she mocked her anger.

Karen: “What is this? This is not what I ordered?”

James pulled a toy hand gun out of his belt and pointed at the startled housewife.

James: “Oh but I think it is what you ordered. Your neighbor told me all about you and your secret fetish about tying yourself up.”

Karen: “Terri would never share my secrets.”

James: “She would when she had my cock up her ass and was begging to cum. She said you fantasized about being raped while you are tied and guess what? Today is your lucky day. Look at the way you are dressed. Is that any way for a housewife to spend her day? I don’t think so. You obviously are waiting for a real man to make you his own and today is that day.”

Karen knees began to buckle has James pronounced her fate. That was one of her nastiest fantasies she dreamed about when she would tie herself up. Often she would bring herself to orgasm as she visualized being caught in her self bondage. She wondered how far James was going to take this and who else might be involved. James pointed the gun toward the house door.

James: “Take me to this toy cabinet I’ve heard so much about. I need some supplies.”

Karen led him into the house. In her fantasy she tried to escape so once she was through the door, she waited until James was in the door jamb before slamming the door onto him. She didn’t hit him hard and assumed he would understand as she began running into the house. Of course her heels prevented her from running too fast and since she wanted to get caught she didn’t kick them off. Karen heard James curse and could hear his heavy footsteps following her. Karen ran through the maze of rooms in the house not really knowing where to go but trying to prolong her “escape.” In each room the memory of James fucking her flooded back in her mind as she “hid.” He understood her fantasy completely allowed her a brief time of freedom where he didn’t “find” her right away. Karen would cower behind a piece of furniture while James would search the room but conveniently miss her position. James was continually calling out for her to surrender or face the consequences.

Karen finally ended up in the kitchen, her only escape through the back door and into the yard. She darted through the door with James in hot pursuit. She managed to cross the patio but as she reached the grass, her heel sank into the soft ground sending her sprawling to the ground. Her perfect makeup job was thus ruined has her face scraped along the grass and she lay on her back exhausted waiting for James to claim her as his prize.

James: “You couldn’t have just done this the easy way could you slut?”

James grabbed Karen by her pony tail and began pulling her toward the house. Karen reached up with both hands grabbing her own hair just above his hands trying to minimize the pressure he was putting on her. At the same time she tried to get traction with her feet to reduce the amount of force he needed to use. Karen loved when a man grabbed her hair while plowing her from behind, but this was definitely not what she had in mind when she fixed her hair this morning. Karen struggled to keep James from causing too much pain and in truth, that wasn’t his motivation so he took it easy on her. He was getting hard just from watching her struggle and the power he held over her. As they neared the patio, one of Karen’s shoes fell off causing her foot to lose what little leverage she had been able to muster. Kicking off the other shoe, Karen slumped to the ground defeated.

James: “Can’t you even crawl properly? Get on your hands and knees.”

James released Karen’s hair as she scampered into a kneeling position in front of him. He then produced a collar from his pocket which quickly found its home around Karen’s neck. A thin leash was clipped to the collar and with a tug, James led her, crawling on her hands and knees, back inside the house. Her stockings were torn, the silk wrap had grass stains on her ass and her hair was starting to unbraid. But her pussy was soaked and if anything, she looked more like a slut now than when James had arrived.

Karen crawled next to James into her house. As he led her through the mansion he kept changing his pace forcing her to pay close attention to his cadence. Each time he would slow down and she would start to get ahead of him he would pop the leash and say “heel.” Karen loved being degraded like this and relished the opportunity to serve a master as strong as James. When they reached the stairs, Karen was instructed to slowly crawl ahead. James casually flipped Karen’s silk wrap above her ass and then used the looped end of the leash as a whip to further debase his captive. It wasn’t a strong whipping, that would come later, but he wanted to remind his charge, although it wasn’t really necessary, of her place in the relationship.

The pair entered Karen’s sex boutique and she pointed to the cabinet holding all her toys. James was taken aback by the breadth and quality of her collection. He and his friends had already arranged everything they would need for the day, but he was curious about what perversions Karen had which she had not shared with him. He ordered Karen to kneel next to her chaise as he carefully examined each piece and placed the ones he was interested in next to her.

James: “Do you have a duffle bag or something to put these in?”

Karen looked at the collection of dildos, vibrators, paddles, a riding crop, a cat-o-nine tails, her Ben Wa balls, a pair of vibrating eggs and assorted cuffs, collars and restraints laid out before her.

Karen: “Yes sir. In the garage.”

James: “Well don’t just sit there, go and fetch it.”

Karen scampered out of the room and down the stairs. In the garage she grabbed the back and then took another look at the crate. There were a series of air holes in the top and the padding was generous. It didn’t take much cognitive ability for Karen to realize she was going in the box.

She hurried back upstairs eager to reach the next phase of the game.

James: “Pack your toys and meet me downstairs.”

James walked past Karen and out of the room. Quickly she put the toys in the bag and then grabbed her timer handcuffs and threw them in too. Karen raced back to the garage. As she opened the door from their mudroom, Karen was temporarily blinded by the bright sunlight streaming in through the now open garage door. James was standing next to the open crate, a variety of restraints from the truck in hand. Meekly Karen walked over to him. Without being told she knelt and handed the toy bag to him.

James: “As you probably guessed, we’re going for a little trip. I’ve brought some traveling accessories for you.”

James held up the restraints, a blindfold and a penis gag. Karen’s mouth reflexively began watering. It took James only a couple of minutes to effectively secure the very willing housewife. By the time he was done, Karen’s ankles, calves and thighs were strapped together. Karen thought maybe she could hop if she needed to, but she certainly wasn’t going anywhere fast. Next James secured her arms behind her back, hands palm to palm with the aid of an arm binder. Karen wished there was a mirror in the garage as her arm position caused her breasts to thrust forward. Combined with her cleavage maximizing bra, Karen knew she was presenting an appetizing picture. Next James removed the thin dog collar from around Karen’s neck and replaced it with a thick leather collar with D-rings on all four sides. Through the front right he threaded a pair of nipple clamps which, for the time being, he attached to the edge of Karen’s bra. The penis shaped gag was next. Karen willingly opened her mouth and accepted the short, fat gag which was then buckled around her head. Finally a thick blindfold was secured around her eyes. Karen wasn’t sure why the blindfold would be necessary since she obviously would be in the dark inside the box, but was in no position to argue.

James: “I forgot your beautiful shoes in the backyard. Wait here while I go get them.”

Karen heard James walk into the house as she lay helpless on the garage floor. Karen wasn’t sure how long she was alone. She knew the garage door was still open and that James was taking longer than necessary to retrieve her shoes. She began to get nervous as she came to the realization that she was about to be kidnapped and there would be little to link James to her if he had diabolical plans. Karen began to struggle against her bondage, but the straps were too well secured. James returned to find Karen rolling back and forth and beginning to freak out.

James: “Don’t worry baby, I found your shoes. No need to get upset.”

Karen tried to scream through the gag, but the sound was an unintelligible muffle.

James: “I’ve got everything I needed from your house. Let’s get you loaded up.”

Karen felt James’ hands reaching under her shoulders and lifting her into a standing position. She knew fighting was futile but she didn’t want to help him either. James pulled her over to the crate and with a grunt, lifted her enough to swing her legs over the edge and into the box. From there, it was an easy task to position her and push her into a prone position.

James: “Don’t worry. We’re not going far.”

His reassurance didn’t reassure Karen. She lost her battle to fight back the tears when she heard James nailing the crate shut. Karen pictured the crate as her coffin and James as her executioner. After the hammering stopped, Karen heard the pallet jack sliding into position and felt the crate begin to move. She knew it was just a couple of feet to the trucks’ lift gate. Soon she would be on the way to who knew where all because she couldn’t control her lustful desires.

Karen traced the truck’s movement for the first few blocks, but soon lost track of their location. The padding in the crate was minimally comfortable even if her bondage was not. Karen’s arms in particular were getting sore as was her jaw. She hoped they would reach their destination soon. Soon after the truck turned onto a particularly bumpy road, Karen felt the truck stop and then begin to back up. Had they reached their destination?