The Fuckerware Party

The Fuckerware Party - Chapter 05

by Tappy McWidestance

I heard the click of the electric control box and felt all three electric pads spring to life with a low grade charge. My body tensed and my back arched upward toward my anonymous benefactor. As it adjusted to the tingling sensations by body relaxed back onto the bondage bed and a moan escaped my mouth. I felt a hand running itself over my latex clad body as if to check my firmness. I was grateful she was allowing the tingling to continue and hoped the visual form I was presenting pleased her enough to let me cum.

Her hands reached my head and I could sense she was standing at the narrow end of the table. I felt her press both hands onto my cheeks, cradling my head and then pushing down my next and over my breasts. The continuing electric charges were driving me closer to the edge as I now felt two more sets of hands begin to run up my legs. I was being caressed everywhere and I withered on the bed as much as my bonds would allow. I tried to picture what I must look like which only added fuel to the fire between my legs. I began to whimper as the stimulation began to overrun my body's control mechanisms. Over and over the hands made their journeys up and down my legs, just brushing the edges of my pussy, and down and up my head to my breasts.

These new women were very effective in how they were stimulating me. I'm sure they had done this before. Their touch was very different than Mistress Sharon. Not necessarily better, but different. I remembered what my mistress had told me that I would be auditioning for three additional dominants today and they might bring their slaves with them. I wondered if all three of these women were mistresses or if there was a mix of positions working on my body. As usual, my lack of sight due to the blindfold led to an increased awareness of the sounds around me. Unfortunately, apart from an occasional heel click and my moaning, the room was quiet. One of the women, the woman at my head, wore a very distinctive perfume. I didn't recognize the fragrance, but I knew if I smelled it again, I would recognize the wearer. I tried to indentify the women working my legs so I might be able to recognize her later, but she gave no hint of individuality.

They continued their massage of my body for at least 10 minutes. I was panting in need and ever so close to climaxing, but couldn't quite go over the edge. Eventually the electric pads were turned off and removed. With the zipper down and my pussy exposed, my new mistress' perfume scent was now overwhelmed by the arousal odor emanating from my suit. I felt a finger dip into my pussy. It met no resistance as my copious fluids had lubricated me completely. The finger pulled away and I heard somebody go ummm. I then felt another finger enter and leave and from the other side of the table another affirmative good taste sound.

I begged for them to return their fingers to my pussy and to get me off, but they said nothing. Apparently they were determined to maintain their anonymity just as Mistress Sharon had done for so long. I heard the zipper of a skirt or dress being pulled down and felt somebody climbing on the table with me. I wasn't surprised at all when a very wet pussy descended onto my lips. As Mistress Sharon had taught me, the mistress always cums first so I went to work. Again the owner of this juicy pussy was much gentler than Mistress Sharon. She held my head but did not pull it upward by my hair or mash it into her pussy. She must have been turned on because it didn't take much work for me to make her cum. I suppose if you are a dominant having access to a new bound beauty would be a turn on. The woman liberally coated my face with her juices. Now along with her perfume I would have a second way to identify her. She climbed off the table and I prepared myself to service the next woman.

But an unexpected thing happened. Instead of feeling another woman climbing above my head, I felt a warm tongue begin to lap at my pussy. The woman was in tight to my smoldering love hole taking in all the juice I could provide. She had me climbing the proverbial walls in seconds. I pleaded with her not to stop and to take me over the edge. As I was praising her oral skills, I heard a grunt and then felt her head bounce against my pussy. Her tongue lapped against my clit in a delicious way and then I felt her head rebound away from my body. Then it happened again and I heard her squeal "Fuck me mistress!"

She had broken the silence the three women had maintained. I had been concentrating on my own pleasure so I didn't really process the voice well, but I knew it sounded familiar. I heard a sharp slap to her bottom, apparently in response to her outburst. I now pictured a beautiful slave girl bent over the table. She was servicing my pussy while her mistress took her from behind. From the force the submissive was bouncing her head into my crotch; I could only assume her mistress was using a strap-on to pound her possession.

This revelation served as all the inspiration my brain needed to take me over the edge and shower the woman's mouth with my girl-cum. I struggled against my bonds as my body tried to twist and contort while the climax ripped through me. Soon after the woman servicing my pussy also came as her mistress continued to pound her from behind. As soon as she had calmed down, I felt her moving away from the table. Almost as quickly, my mouth was presented with the strap-on which had defiled her. I guess the two mistresses shared their preference for toy cleaning methods as the huge fake cock was pressed into my mouth. While I was blowing the monster rubber cock, I felt another tongue begin licking my outer lips. I was very sensitive after having just cum so the talented tongue had no problem beginning to build my body up to another climax.

Like her sister in slavery, I pictured this slave servicing my pussy while I cleaned her mistress' strap-on. Moments after the fake dick was pulled from my mouth, I once again felt a head slamming into my pelvis and I knew her mistress had mounted her. Our coupling lasted longer this time but ended in just as satisfying a manner. Both the slave and I climaxed and then I got to taste her flavor as I cleaned the dildo. I now had three flavors of pussy to commit to memory and one perfume. The short voice identity was long gone. All three women gave me a kiss and I heard the door open and close. Two mistresses down, two to go.

I lay on the table for a while. My pussy was twitching in the post orgasmic glow of two wonderful climaxes. I think I fell asleep for a while because I remember waking to the touch of another feminine hand. This time I felt two pairs of hands explored my body, although they seemed careful not to get too close to my pussy or nipples. As I wondered what degrading act I might have to perform for these two, I felt someone climbing up on the table. I prepared my tongue to do its duty, but instead of sitting on me, the woman settled next to me with her butt nestled near my armpit. I heard the sounds of a woman satisfying another woman as realized she was being eaten out. The woman made no effort to touch me, other than her lower back touching the catsuit. Apparently whoever was eating her out was talented based on the sounds she began to make. I was forced to lie helplessly and unfulfilled as the woman enjoyed three orgasms at the tongue of her mate. I managed to restrain from begging. I figured it wouldn't do any good in their game anyway, but I did file away in my brain every little sound she made. There were no words, but her screams of joy had a much defined cadence and timbre. I knew I could identify them if I ever heard them again.

Finally she had her fill. I expected her to share some of her juice with me, but she didn't. Instead as she hopped off the table I felt the other woman climbing on. I wondered if their scene would be repeated, but quickly figured out that wouldn't be the case as I felt her legs straddling my head. Unlike my last partner, this one was facing down the table with her ass positioned right on my nose and her pussy already dripping into my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to begin what I knew she wanted when I felt her lean down across my body and bury her own tongue in my smoldering honey pot. I can only imagine the look on her mistresses face as the slave and I 69'ed for her and our pleasure. I quickly got the message that the group's slaves were going to pleasure me today provided their mistresses were pleasured first. I'd never done a 69 before and found it very exciting. From what I could tell my slave partner was enjoying it too. Her mistress gave us plenty of time to work each other into a frenzy and we came together. It was almost sweet as there had been no spanking, teasing, toys or degrading acts. Apart from me being bound to the table and blindfolded, it was almost normal.

Once we were done I expected the women to make a quick exit. Before they left, however, I felt a small vibrating egg being placed in my vagina and the zipper being pulled back up. The damn thing wasn't very powerful. I guess mistress number four just wanted me primed before her arrival.

Once again I was left to simmer in my own juices as my mind raced through all the possibilities and permutations of partners and activities my new situation could entail. I tried hard to convince my brain to take me over the edge, but I could not reach an orgasm just from the limited vibrations of the egg. I became more and more frustrated. Had it been half an hour? A full hour? I couldn't tell. Surely it was almost time for Mistress Sharon to return. These women had captured my mind, body and spirit. I prayed I had measured up and would be accepted into their group. I couldn't bear to think of the other option and what I might do if they rejected me. Finally I heard the door open again.

"Hello pet," I heard Mistress Sharon say. "You've done well so far. Only one more test for you today."

"Thank you mistress. I've certainly enjoyed the morning so far."

"Yes, I'm sure you have based on the reports I've received. I'm here with another friend and her slave. Like the other they will not be talking, but I assure you that you do know them. One of the things our group really enjoys is gangbangs. Even the mistresses enjoy them from time to time, although mainly we prefer picking out a slave and fucking her into submission."

That sounded fun to me. I listened intently. It was all I could do.

"Here's the plan. You are going to service my friend while her slave services me. If you do a good job, she and I will fuck your pussy and ass while you eat out the slave. If you don't do well, the interview is over and you will not be joining our group. Not only that, but I'll take you back downstairs and punish you like you've never been punished for wasting our time. Understand?"

"Yes mistress. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't pet."

I felt my bonds being released and at somebody's direction, sat up. I felt a hand take mine and was directed off the table. I slowly walked led by the hand across the room where I was directed to kneel down. My hands were bound behind my back and my head was pulled down into a waiting pussy. Apparently there was some office chairs also left behind because I could feel the padded edge of the chair on my chest as I slurped away and lovingly serviced the tasty pussy in front of me. I could tell it had been shaved as I pictured a young mistress taking pleasure in my submission. I could hear the sounds of my mistress getting serviced next to me. She was probably sitting in a similar chair. I imagined the two mistresses holding court as they were being serviced by their slaves. I couldn't think of a place I'd rather be than at her feet with her pussy in my mouth.

Mistress Sharon was the first to cum, but my new mistress was right behind her. She began to thrust her hips upward as she reached her peak forcing my head back. I had to fight for my position. I wanted to be sure I didn't stop until I was ordered to do so. It was a noisy sloppy orgasm and I took pride in the face that I was responsible for it. Afterwards and to the surprise of nobody, my mistress announced it was time for me to get fucked. I had been looking forward to this for hours and I giggled with glee.

I was stood up and felt the warm embrace of the other slave. When she kissed me I could taste my mistress on her lips. I knew she could taste her mistress on mine which really turned me on. My hands were still cuffed behind my back so I could not defend myself from her desire to touch me as we made out. I assumed the mistresses were preparing themselves, but I was focused on the mouth in front of me. Finally I heard my mistress say "enough" and take charge of the situation. She unclipped my wrists and I was maneuvered back to where the chairs were located. My mistress must have sat down because I felt her pulling me backward while she told me to relax. I landed on her lap, both of us facing forward. I felt the dildo she had strapped to her hips poke between my legs.

"This one is going up your ass."

I could feel the generous amount of lube sliding off the dildo onto my leg. I tried to sit up enough to mount the cock but I struggled with the position. I felt a hand begin to stroke my clit and direct the toy to its new home. The tip found the entrance to my holy spot and I began to wiggle to allow it to insert. Once the first inch or so was firmly seated, I felt hands on my shoulders pushing me down. Like a shot I sank onto its length. Thank God it was relatively small. Very quickly I sensed someone moving in front of me and then a much larger strap-on nudging the entrance to my pussy. There was no need for any additional lubrication as my natural juices coated the invader allowing her to slide the fake cock deep into my womb in one strong push.

I was skewered between these two powerful women. My loving mistress was taking me up the ass. She wasn't moving much. My new anonymous mistress was powering her cock into my pussy as if her life depended on it. Each thrust was strong enough to move my ass off my mistress' dildo making me fuck myself. Mistress Sharon deftly reached across my chest and unzipped the nipple cutouts. I was trying to hold myself up with my arms beneath me on the arms of the chair and balance while I was being fucked harder than I ever had in my life. Mistress Sharon, aware of how turned on I get from nipple play, was deftly manipulating my hard buds driving my passion higher and higher.

While I was being fucked, I heard the telltale squish of a woman fingering herself. I wasn't sure where the other slave had gone, but I could clearly hear her masturbating. Soon her moans mixed with mine. I knew she was getting off watching me get impaled by her mistress and I was getting off imagining what she looked like fingering herself. The sounds of womanly love were echoing through the vacant office as our four sweaty bodies moved in unison to a preordained climax. Nothing was going to stop me now. Both my mistresses could pull out at this moment and no threat of punishment would have kept my hands from finishing what they had started.

Fortunately it didn't come to that. First to pop was the masturbating slave. With a shriek she climaxed. I wish I could have seen her, but the intensity of her orgasm must have inspired her mistress because, although I would not have believed it was possible, she started pounding me even harder. At this point my mistress let go of my nipples and grabbed my ass. With strength I didn't know she had, she grabbed my ass and started lifting it up and down her strap-on. The two women quickly found a punishing rhythm with one of their cocks penetrating me while the other retreated and then quickly reversing course. I'd throw my hips forward to match my mystery mistress' thrust then slam my ass down on Mistress Sharon to maximize her penetration. I didn't know if this session was being recorded, but I secretly hoped it was because I wanted to see myself getting fucked so hard. If this was the type of fucking the Mistress Club practiced I wanted to be a member and I knew I would do anything to belong.

As you can imagine, we couldn't keep this pace up very long. I was quickly reaching the edge of the cliff when from in front of me I heard an animalistic groan and then a scream of pleasure as the mystery mistress came and came hard. I would later learn that her strap-on had a small dildo on the inside and that she had been fucking herself while she reamed me. At the time all I knew was somebody less than a foot in front of me was in the throes of a world class orgasm and that set me off. I was seeing stars as I climaxed. I lost all control as my bodily functions went on autopilot. My mistress grabbed my hips and pulled me down on her dildo and held me tight. Up front, the climaxing mystery woman apparently fell backwards as she was cumming as the dildo in my pussy popped free just as I began to cum. Mistress Sharon held me tight as my orgasm ripped through me. I'm sure I would have fell on the floor if her strap-on had not acted like a bicycle kick stand to support me. By the time it was done I was slumped on her lap unable to move.

Once again I must have passed out. I woke on the bondage bed. My eye slits were open and I was not tied to the table. The room was empty, but it reeked of passion. I had no idea what time it was. I stood up. My legs were still a little unsteady, but I quickly regained my posture. I peered out the door to make sure the floor was really deserted. Apart from some boxes and an occasional chair, filing cabinet or desk, there was nothing. I had no phone to call Mistress Sharon and no desire to walk through the public corridors to her office, so I went back into the conference room to wait for her. My mind replayed the last 24 hours and I felt good.

Mistress Sharon walked in with a bag containing new clothes for me. For some reason I expected her to dress me like a slut, but they were professional and perfectly suited for the work environment. She even had a regular bra and panties. No nipple cutouts, butt plugs or vibrators. I felt strangely empty. She also had a towel which she allowed me to use to wipe down my sweat but apparently a shower before dressing was out of the question. I guess she wanted me to feel like I was rode hard and put away wet even if I didn't look that way.

It was 12:45 when I finished dressing. Mistress Sharon explained that she thought I did great during the audition but would have to check with the other three mistresses before she could admit me to the group. I told her I would be devastated if I didn't make the grade. She hugged me and told me not to worry. We walked out of the office arm in arm and to the elevator. We went up to her floor where she gave me a passionate kiss before disappearing to her office. I continued up to my office. Oh how I hated to be going back to work. I almost wish someone at my office had turned out to be my secret mistress so I could serve her the rest of the day.

I sat in my cube group with my three cube mates trying not to show that my life had been changed. I had trouble looking Becky in the eyes after seeing her with Linda and her husband at the club the night before. The afternoon dragged on and again I found it difficult to concentrate on my work. At 4:45 Linda called me into her office. As I walked out of our cube, I thought I heard giggling and snickering, but maybe it was just my imagination.

Linda just wanted to talk about my car and wanted to make sure everything was going alright. She said I seemed distracted this week and was concerned. I told her I just had a lot on my mind this week and my car breaking down was the last straw. She told me things would get better and to keep a stiff upper lip. I glanced down at her monthly calendar and I could swear I could still see my ass print from last night but again, it was probably just my mind playing games with me. We chatted for about 10 minutes. I was preparing to leave when her phone rang. After taking the call she excused herself to run to the CEO's office to deal with some emergency. "See you next week," she exclaimed as she walked out the door. Alone in her office I had to know something. I walked over to her chair and pressed my face against the top of the backrest. I took a deep breath. Yes, I could still smell myself. My scent wasn't strong and maybe I was the only one who could smell it, but I was sure it was still there. I allowed myself a self satisfied grin and walked out.

Driving home I had nagging doubts that I had not performed satisfactorily in my interviews. I knew I didn't have anything to base that feeling on, but I worried nonetheless. I then began to think of Jim. Even if my story about spending the night with a friend held up, eventually he would find out that I began servicing four mistresses. As upsetting as these thoughts were, my pussy was getting wet again. By the time I got home, I knew I'd be attacking Jim as soon as I could.

The weekend passed without any message from Mistress Sharon. I tried not to worry. I fucked Jim Friday night, Saturday and Sunday. It was almost like old times. What wasn't like old times was every time we were out of the house and I saw an attractive woman, I wondered what it would be like kneeling under them eating their pussy. I spent the weekend in a state of constant arousal. I decided to head into the office early Monday in hopes of meeting Sharon before work. As luck would have it, I met her in the lobby. She brought me up to her office. I walked two steps behind her and one step to the left. She seemed pleased that I remembered without being told.

Once in the privacy of her office, she ordered me to my knees and hiked up her skirt. She had me service her for a good 20 minutes before she pushed me away and straightened out her skirt. She had not cum yet which I took as a personal failure.

"Don't worry about not finishing. Come back during your lunch hour. You can finish then."

I looked at the clock on her filing cabinet and noticed it was 8:02 so I took my leave of her and hustled out the door. A pretty young receptionist was in the front office. She smiled at me as I left. Did she know why I was there? Out of the corner of my eye I saw her stand up and walk down the hall toward Sharon's office. Was she going to finish what I had begun? I didn't have time to worry. I didn't take the time to wait for the elevator. I sprinted up the stairs and into our office.

I dedicated my morning to catching up on the work I had blown off most of last week. At 11:45 I got a text message on my phone. All it said was "noon." It was from Mistress Sharon. Exactly at noon I arrived back at the office. The receptionist escorted me back to Sharon and then said she was going to lunch. She asked Sharon if she needed anything. Sharon just looked me dead in the eyes and said "No, I'm good."

In my mind everything now had a double sexual meaning. I was sure the young girl knew exactly why I was there and wondered if Sharon had her wrapped around her little finger much like I was. I didn't have long to worry about it. Sharon ordered me to strip which I did without delay. I then spent the next 45 minutes licking her pussy. This time she did cum. Multiple times in fact. I was aching in need by the time she told me I was done. I didn't know if I'd be allowed my pleasure as I stood at attention in front of her desk. She sat there with a contented look on her face. It was now 12:50 and I needed to be getting back to the office.

"I talked to the other mistresses. They were all pleased with your efforts. Well three were pleased and one thought you needed a lot more work. But anyway, you’re in."

I clapped my hands with joy and my smiled beamed from ear to ear.

"I want you to go back to work. I'm busy the rest of the day, but I want you here at 7:30 again tomorrow morning. In fact, your new starting time is 7:30 for a half hour of pussy eating practice before work. At some point, the other mistresses in our group may contact you for a personal congratulation. I expect you to serve them as you serve me. As the newest member, you are low woman on the totem pole. The ranking goes me, the other three mistresses, then the six other slaves and finally you. You are not expected to serve the other slaves except under the specific direction of a mistress, but when there is a menial task to do and we're in a group, expect that you will get the bad jobs first. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good. Now off you go and I'll see you tomorrow morning."

I walked out of the office. Once again the receptionist was sitting at her desk. The leer she gave me made me believe she knew exactly why I was there. I spent the afternoon with my mistress’s pussy on my mind and her taste in my mouth. I was in heaven. I worked diligently trying to get caught up. At 5pm I was still going strong as the office was emptying out. I knew Jim wouldn't be home until at least 7 so I decided to work a little late. At 5:30 I figured I was the only person left in the office. Memories of what happened the last time I was the only person in the office flooded my mind and I had to take a mental timeout as I felt a wave of arousal flow over my body.

I was in my own world when Linda's door opened. I didn't even know she was still here. She seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see her. She had changed her clothes and now had an unzipped cocktail dress and stockings on. She looked like she was going to a club. She was also holding a pair of very high heels in her hand.

"Meeting Thomas for dinner out tonight," she exclaimed as she took off presumably for the bathroom.

Sure you are. You and your husband meeting Becky again I thought. I tried to get back to work but the picture of Thomas with his arm around Becky kept coming back to me. Maybe it was time to go home. As I was packing up, Linda teetered back into the office. She was wearing the shoes but her dress was still unzipped. She headed into her office and then called me in. She turned her back to me and asked me to zip her up.

"Do you like to dance? You and Jim should come out with Thomas and me sometime."

"Sure," I lied. Jim hated dancing and I wasn't that fond of Thomas.

"I've got to get going. Can you lock up the office?"

"No problem. I was just finishing up some work."

"Great."

As I was turning to walk back to my desk, I saw Linda pull a perfume bottle out of her desk drawer. I kept moving but I heard her spray a mist into the air and I assumed she walked through it. I sat back down at my desk a pretended to be working but all I was doing was thinking about Linda and Becky. This was not good. I shouldn't be fantasizing about co-workers. Linda walked out of her office looking like a million dollars. She had tweaked her hair in the bathroom and was dressed to the nines. She walked by my cube and told me to have a good weekend. She passed and was gone, but the fragrance from her perfume hung in the air. I knew that scent. I had smelled it before. Oh my God. Linda was one of the dominants.

That realization hit me like a ton of bricks and instantly flooded my pussy. I leaned back in my chair. How was this possible? She must have been the one controlling the panties that fateful day. How could she not make herself known? Maybe she was the one not sure of me. The need in my pussy had to be addressed. Smelling that perfume brought back too many memories and the aroused state my mistress had left me in at noon came roaring back. I had to scratch my itch. I got up to go to the bathroom. Since I didn't know Linda was still in the office I couldn't take the chance somebody else would pop out of their office or I would have fingered myself at my desk. For some reason I glanced at Becky's cube. On the wall was a picture of her with Linda and Thomas. I'd looked at that picture hundreds, maybe thousands of times. It was taken at a company retreat in Vegas. I'd never noticed that both Linda and Thomas had their arms wrapped around Becky who stood between them. I'd never thought of it as anything but a posed picture, but as I looked at it closely now with the education I'd received over the last 24 hours, the picture was more than that. The embrace looked like possession. Holy shit. Becky must be Linda's slave. Heck she was probably the woman I had 69'ed this morning and who masturbated while Sharon and Linda fucked me. My legs got weak. I had to sit down.

I threw caution to the wind. My fingers found my clit and my slit as I sat in Becky's chair and stared at her picture with Linda. Their status had not really been confirmed, but to my lust, the circumstantial evidence was more than enough for a conviction. I had tunnel vision staring at their picture as my fingers flew over my clit and quickly brought myself to a very satisfying climax. I was tempted to soil Becky's chair like I had done to Linda's, but I thought better of it. I'd end up getting turned on by that tomorrow as I am sure I'd be able to smell it.

Instead I packed up my things and headed home. I was a little older and definitely a little wiser than when I left the house that morning. I was also looking forward to going to work the next day.

On the way home my cell phone rang. It was Suzy. I had not talked much to her over the past couple of weeks. Her party business was slowing down, although she said her web business was picking up so she was fine. She told me she had a huge fetish party that was just booked for Friday night and asked if I could work. I told her I'd have to check with Jim. See said no problem and asked if I could let her know tomorrow that would be great. She said Jill was scheduled to work the party and that she was coming over tomorrow night for some last minute costume alterations. She asked if I could join them as she had some new outfits for me to try and wanted to make sure everything was OK before the show. I told her I would check with Jim tonight and call her tomorrow.

The next day I arrived at the office at 7:30 and went straight to my mistress' office. She was on the phone and she waved me into her office. After I shut the door I dropped to me knees and crawled to her desk. With a simple gesture she directed me behind her desk and between her legs. She was wearing a short skirt. I wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties or that her pussy was slick in anticipation of my arrival. Sharon continued to talk on the phone as I began to enjoy the delicacy of her pussy. It sounded like she was making party arrangements and I wondered if I would be attending. She didn't seem to be in a hurry for me to make her cum. She didn't pressure my head into her crotch or guide me as to the ferocity I should approach my task. I leisurely went about my business and about 20 minutes later she came. It wasn't a huge orgasm, but she seemed pleased. She told me to go to my office, but to be back at 12:30 for a return engagement. As I walked out of her office I noticed that her receptionist had arrived. As usual she gave me an unfriendly look. I hurried past her and upstairs to my office. I was done with Sharon for a few hours. Would this be the day Linda took control of me?

Everyone filed into our office as if it were a normal day. For everyone but me it probably was. Of course this was my new normal so I guess it was a normal day. I didn't have any contact with Linda that morning. By noon I was wondering if maybe I had assumed too much. Maybe it was a coincidence she wore that kind of perfume. At 12:30 I headed downstairs and once again serviced my mistress. She didn't touch me which was disappointing. Her receptionist wasn't at her desk when I arrived and thankfully still wasn't there when I left. All afternoon I daydreamed about being taken to the basement by my mistress and my boss. Several times my cube mates caught me off in my own little world as they were talking to me and I didn't notice. I was glad when 5pm rolled around and I could get out that environment. I was somewhat surprised that my mistress did not call me for a post work orgasm. Leaving the office, I decided not to think about it and so I headed over to Suzy's.

Suzy greeted me with a big hug. She told me Jill was running a little late causing my submissive antennas to go up. How convenient. We were alone. She could make her move on me. I had started thinking that any woman could be one of my four mistresses. Certainly I knew about my primary mistress, Sharon, and I strongly suspected my boss Linda was number two. The third, as yet unknown, had a distinctive tattoo. Suzy didn't have that tattoo, but clearly had a hand in providing the toys which brought me to this place. She, and especially Jill, knew that I enjoyed being tied up at the toy party. That made her a prime suspect.

I followed Suzy downstairs to her basement work area. She explained that one of her best fetish clients was going to host a party that Friday. Historically this woman's parties generated the most revenue of any show of the year so Suzy always tried to work out something special. This year, instead of the traditional leather gear, Suzy wanted to have a surprise ending to the fashion show. She said she wanted Jill and me to model the usual lingerie along with the typical cuffs, collars, corsets and chains. For the finale, however, Suzy wanted the two of us to put it all together and appear as mistress and slave. Now we're getting somewhere I thought.

Suzy continued. "I don't know if she told you, but Jill is a submissive."

No she had not told me that. In fact, based on what she did to me when I was bound to the table I had her pegged for a Dom. I must have looked confused.

"Jill likes to be told what to do. I'm going to dress you up as her mistress and you can lead her around the room as your slave."

Actually, I would have preferred to have her lead me around the room as her slave, but I agreed to do as Suzy asked. I heard footsteps on the stairs and Jill bounded into the room. Suzy quickly explained how she wanted to end the show and Jill quickly agreed while giving me a flirty glance at the same time. Suzy told Jill to strip which she did without comment. Suzy then began dressing her, if you can call it that, in her slave costume.

Describing the costume is difficult. Suzy said she was going for the Arabian Prince and his harem girl look. All I could imagine was if Barbara Eden from I Dream of Jeannie were a love slave, what would she look like? Jill put on a tiny bra and miniscule g-string. Suzy then gave her a sheer fishnet pantaloon with strips cut up the sides which did absolutely nothing to conceal her legs and only served to tantalize someone looking at her. The cuff of the pants had built in strap which Suzy cinched tight. I also noticed a ring installed to bind an insolent slave later. The top of the pants had a similar contraption built in. Suzy tightened the waist around Jill providing another bondage point. Suzy had Jill walk around the room. The fabric in the pants flowed with the air movement generated by her walking. The slits up the pants legs danced back and forth giving teasing glances at her legs and then hiding them from view. I couldn't take my eyes off her a fact noticed by both Suzy and Jill.

"Looks like the effect I wanted is working, eh Jill?" Suzy asked. Jill agreed. I was embarrassed at being caught.

The top of Jill's outfit was of a similar material, but it stopped at a tight elastic band which curled just below her beautiful breasts. The arms had slits similar to the pants and ended at her wrists. As with the bottom of the pants, a tight strap with rings was included in the top at both wrists and at the collar. Jill moved her arms and the material seemed to float. Once again I couldn't stop looking.

"That's not bad Jill. I think you've proved that this outfit will capture the group's attention."

She then snapped her fingers in front of my face which brought me back to reality.

"I am concerned with how that bra looks in the top. Let's take that off."

I watched as Suzy peeled the top up over Jill's breasts. Jill then unhooked the bra and Suzy pulled the top back down. Jill's nipples poked through the fishnet. She was obviously enjoying herself. Suzy backed up to look at her handiwork while Jill admired herself in a mirror. Nothing would look bad on Jill. Her young athletic body could wear anything and this outfit was no exception.

After satisfying herself with Jill's costume, Suzy turned her attention to me. She barked at me to strip which I did willingly. I wished my costume would have been similar to Jill's but unfortunately it was much less revealing. Actually it was downright boring. Suzy dressed me like some kind of Arab sheik. I had a long flowing robe which covered my body completely and even wrapped around the top of my head. I looked at Suzy in disbelief. Certainly this isn't what she intended on having me wear.

Suzy grabbed a leash of one of her desks and clipped it onto Jill's collar. She handed me the other end and had me lead my "slave" around the basement while she watched. It was a completely unnatural position for me to be in. It didn't feel right, not only because of what I was wearing, but because I wanted to be the one led. Suzy however was pleased that the pair of outfits fit what she wanted. Jill seemed happy, although I felt compelled to voice my displeasure.

"Don't worry Tina. The host has a whole harem theme in her house. She had a couple of slave girls of her own so Jill's outfit will fit right in and so will yours."

I didn't really believe her, but what could I do. Suzy took a few notes for some alterations to my robe while Jill got dressed and went home. She then had me dress. I purposely took my time pulling on my clothes. I wanted to give Suzy an opportunity to take control of me, but it didn't happen.

I had not received any sexual satisfaction today and I was starting to get upset about it. I left Suzy's in sexual disbelief. It was the second time today. First my mistress had not called me to her office at the end of the work day. Second neither Suzy or Jill had taken me that evening. Life as a sub was confusing. How could they have resisted my charms when I was naked and available to them?

The next day at work was much like the day before. I ate pussy for breakfast and lunch, although thankfully my mistress did allow me the pleasure of sitting on her desk, spreading my legs and masturbating for her pleasure. Her receptionist's smile was more knowing than angry when I left. Linda was wearing the same perfume when she left the office that night. Becky was dressed nicer than usual and I wondered if they were going out together. It seemed like all my thoughts and especially how I thought about other people now revolved around sex. That night as I lay in bed unable to sleep, I thought about the women I assumed had helped Sharon enslave me and questioned whether I was projecting my desires on them or whether they were really in the scene.

Friday morning started as usual. I was under my mistress' desk at 7:30am sharp. I was curled up in a ball in the foot well of the desk, my head buried in her pussy doing my morning chores, when I heard the door open and the receptionist walk in. I figured she already knew what I did in this office so I didn't stop. And neither did Sharon. She and the receptionist talked as if nothing was out of the ordinary while I continued to feast. I heard the door close again and then doubled my efforts to make my mistress cum. I was rewarded with a mouthful of her nectar and the satisfaction of a job well done. When I crawled out from under the desk I was surprised to see the face of the receptionist.

My mistress introduced her as Toni. She was naked. I was frozen in place I didn't know what to do.

"Toni is the one you 69'ed with during your interview. She's been begging for me to arrange a repeat performance. She's been a good little slave this week so I told her today she would get her reward."

Suzy ordered me to strip and lie down on her couch. Finally I was going to get some action in this office. Toni then lay on top of me and we began to service each other. It was as heavenly as the first time and now that I could see her, even more fun. Mistress Sharon allowed us continue until we both came. It was a much better way to start the day as I made the trip back upstairs and Toni settled at her reception desk.

The rest of the morning my arousal built and built. I was looking forward to the toy party tonight and even more so to a return engagement with my mistress and Toni at lunch. Unfortunately when I went downstairs at noon, Toni told me Sharon had to leave due to some kind of emergency. Toni looked disappointed too. I wondered how many times during the day Mistress Sharon availed herself of Toni's charms and how often Toni was satisfied. I was in great need of some satisfaction myself and willingly offered my services to Toni provided she would reciprocate, but she turned me down. She said Mistress Sharon had left strict orders for her not to have sex with anybody until she returned. I was disappointed, of course, but I understood.

I walked out of the office dejected and horny. Then I noticed the freight elevator. I paused. Toni had been ordered to be celibate, but I had not. In hindsight, maybe this wasn't the best decision, but I took the elevator down to the basement security office. LaShawn was on duty. She didn't seem surprised to see me. I'd forgotten about the elevator security cameras.

"So your mistress left you unsatisfied today, huh, slave girl?" she began. All I could do was nod. My head was down in submission to the ebony goddess and in defeat of my free will. I was still controlled by my lusts.

"Tell me slut. What do you want?"

"I need to cum. I'll do whatever you want, but please make me cum."

"For starters let's see if that pretty tongue of yours has learned any new tricks since we last met."

LaShawn stood up and took off her pants. I had learned some new tricks at the tutelage of my mistress and LaShawn seemed very appreciative. In record time compared to our previous partnerships, I had her climaxing and calling me filthy names. I took the verbal assault as a compliment to my oral skills and stood up while licking her flavor off my lips. My own pussy was dripping and I was looking forward to whatever stimulation she would provide. LaShawn pulled her pants up and told me to leave.

I stammered in disbelief, "But what about me?"

"Do you think I'm going to touch that skanky pussy? Who knows where it's been. Go back upstairs to your bathroom. You're good at frigging yourself there."

I was pissed off. How dare she use me and deny me. At the time I didn't make the connection about LaShawn's actions and that of Mistress Sharon who basically did the same thing every day. LaShawn wasn't my mistress so fuck her. That was the last time she was going to mess with me.

I stormed out of her office to the sound of laughter. I took the elevator back up to my floor. I was still fuming. Getting off the elevator I looked at the bathroom door. I was ready to go inside. I wanted to go inside. I needed to go inside. But I didn't. I can control my lusts I told myself. I'm not ruled by my pussy and my need to cum. I can beat this.

I went back into my office. It seemed everyone was still at lunch and my cube area was deserted. I sat down at my desk to stew in anger. I was finally calming down when I heard Linda's door open. Peaking over the cube wall I saw Becky walking through the door. She was buttoning the top buttons on her blouse. I quickly sat back down in my chair and pretended to be working. As she was rounding the corner into our cube, she jumped back startled.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tina. I didn't realize you were back from lunch."

I looked at her. Her face was flush and her lips were glazed. I knew that look. I had it every morning.

"That's cool Becky. I just got back."

Yes, I just got back from licking the security guard and was trying to rein in my lusts. The image of Becky on her knees in front of Linda certainly wasn't going to help my libido. My arousal kicked into high gear. There was no ignoring it or trying to make it go away with happy thoughts. It needed satisfaction and it needed it now. I excused myself. "I need to go to the bathroom, Becky. Something I ate at lunch didn't agree with me."

I practically sprinted out of our cube. Power walking past Linda's door I used my peripheral vision just enough to notice her sitting at her desk. I couldn't see her legs, but in my mind I could see her wearing a short skirt with Becky servicing her. I had to get out of there. Once out the door I hit the stairwell. The elevator took too long. Down one flight I went and into the management office. Toni tried to stop me but I barged right past her. With Toni in hot pursuit I tried to open Sharon's door, but it was locked. As I in vain to jiggle the lock, Toni's hand grabbed mine.

"You can't go in there."

"Why not? Is she in there with another girl?"

As the words came out of my mouth, I already regretted barging into the office. It was not my place to question how, when or why my mistress chose to use me.

"No, she's still not here. But I'm not allowed into her office when she's gone."

"I'm not asking you to go into the office. I just really need a place to cum that doesn't have a security camera."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. LaShawn wouldn't satisfy me and my boss just fucked my cube mate. I'm horny and I'm going crazy."

Toni looked at me like she understood.

"Let me get the key."

I finally could take a relaxed breath as Toni went back to her desk. She came back with a key ring and unlocked Sharon's door. "Just be quick, OK?"

I wanted to tell her there was no way this was going to take long. Beside my lunch break only had about 10 minutes left. Walking into the office I remembered walking into Linda's office with the same purpose not long ago. I looked at Sharon's phone. It worked once to get me off. It would work again. But even as distracted as my mind was by my overarching need to cum, I had the clear thought that I shouldn't repeat the prank. I looked around the office and found what I needed. On the top of Sharon's filing cabinet were a couple of bottles of water. They were the 500ml (16.7 ounce) size. This was perfect, I told myself.

I slid out of my panties and grabbed the nearest bottle. I sat down in Sharon's chair and propped my spread legs out on her desk. I was already wet and my foreplay had been mental all day long. I quickly stuck the bottle top in my mouth to give it a little saliva and the pulled it down to my pussy. I was a little surprised how easily it slid in and pleasantly happy about how good it felt. I shut my eyes and let the sensations wash all over my body as I slowly fucked myself with the plastic bottle. Waves of pleasure washed over me. It wouldn't take long. Again I pictured Becky in front of my boss Linda. I then thought of Toni and me pleasuring my mistress. Finally I thought of Jill. It wasn't slave girl Jill, however, it was Mistress Jill towering over me as I lay bound spread eagled beneath her. This time instead of dry humping me she was wearing a mean looking strap-on and taking what she wanted from my helpless body.

The last image of Jill's wild red hair dancing about her head as she strained to fuck me harder set off my climax. I howled in pleasure and my pussy snapped hard against the bottle. My left fingers were dancing across my clit while my right hand directed the bottle in and out of my fuckhole. I screamed out in pleasure as a bright flash invaded my subconscious. Then there was another flash. I opened my eyes to see Toni standing in front of the desk with a small digital camera. Getting caught did nothing to diminish my throws of ecstasy. If anything it increased my passion. Again my pussy clamped down on the bottle as a new wave pleasure crashed across my body. Toni kept snapping pictures and I kept cumming.

Finally I calmed down. I was late getting back to the office, but I still needed to sit and recover for a few minutes. Toni took the bottle from my hand.

"Remind me not to drink the water in this office," she joked.

I watched as she put it back on the filing cabinet. The label was wet, but that would dry. I wondered if my flavor would remain on the bottle after it was uncapped.

"You are in so much trouble when Mistress sees these pictures," Toni offered.

I didn't care. She could spank me or whip me. That was a small price to pay for that major cum. When I offered that reasoning to Toni she actually agreed with me. I saw her eyeing the bottles as I made my way out of the office. I didn't look back. I needed to get upstairs.

My cube mates were all back from lunch, or in Becky's case back from Linda's pussy. Nobody said anything about me being 15 minutes late or looking as flush as Becky had earlier. The rest of the day flew by. Having a monster orgasm for lunch can make that happen. Also looking forward to a night of erotic activities can also help. I was still dreaming of being put under Suzy's tutelage tonight or submitting to Jill, but even if that didn't happen, just modeling the clothes would have me turned on for when I got home.

About 3:45 I noticed Becky get a phone call and then head back into Linda's office. Sure they could have been discussing the marketing campaign we'd been working on, but that should have meant a team meeting. It was much more likely that Becky was back on her knees. Even if that wasn't reality, in my fantasy world, Becky was bent over Linda's lap and being spanked. The familiar itch was back in my pussy and I made my way back to the bathroom. As I walked in I first looked at the ceiling. There was a small camera pointed away from the stalls and showing the door and sink areas. If LaShawn was watching, she knew where I was.

Next I checked the stalls. Thankfully I had the place to myself. Slipping into the first stall, my skirt was down and my hand was in my panties in record time. Now I imagined Toni repeating my bottle performance and Becky blowing Linda's husband while she got fucked my Linda. Apparently my body was learning to cum quicker, a very good thing, as it only took a few minutes of clitoral stimulation and imagining my coworkers fucking to get me off. I didn't cum nearly as hard as in Sharon's office, but it was enough to take the edge off until tonight. As I stood by the sink tidying up, I got an idea. After I dried my hands, I pulled an extra paper towel out of the dispenser. I grabbed a pen from my purse and began to scribble on the paper towel when I heard the door open. In walked Becky with a very purposeful stride. If she noticed me she didn't say hello, but went right into a stall. I heard her sit down, but I didn't hear her pee.

Evil thoughts crossed my mind. I knew why she was there and was pretty sure she wouldn't start until she heard me leave. I knew I wouldn't start until the bathroom was empty. I held up the sign I had scribbled to the camera. It said "Fuck you LaShawn!" I then dropped the sign and pulled up my blouse and bra flashing my tits to the camera. In hindsight this was a bad idea because I didn't know who else watched those tapes, but I was still pissed at her. I threw the paper towel away and made sure to make a noisy exit from the bathroom. When I shut the door, I held it so it returned a little slower than usual. The brought a most satisfying creak from the hinge. It also allowed me to keep it an inch open so I could listen. I had no excuse why I was doing this if anybody else came to the bathroom right then. I supposed I could tell them I was listening to Becky masturbate. The unmistakable sounds of fingers sloshing in a wet pussy started almost as soon as the door was closed.

My own pussy was starting to tingle as I listened to Becky service herself. I waited for about a minute when another evil thought crossed my mind. I loudly pushed open the door, walking into the bathroom and went in the stall next to her. I was actively listening as soon as the sound of the door shutting quieted the bathroom. I heard nothing from the stall next to me. I knew from experience she was fighting her urges right then. Her need to cum was in battle with her desire not to get caught. I was able to pee and mask my real reason for being there. In a fit of jealousy, I contemplated staying in the stall and trying to outlast her. I even thought of masturbating again to see if she would join me. But in the end I had my laugh, flushed the toilet, washed my hands and left. Again I closed the door carefully and listened to hear if she restarted her satisfaction. When I heard that she did, I opened the door and let it swing shut. At least I'd give her something to think about wondering if somebody else had entered the bathroom.

Back at my cube I waited for Becky to return. I was pretending to work but I was really watching for her so I could see the guilty look on her face. I wondered if she would say anything or try to make an excuse. Of course she didn't. She did return a few minutes later and sat down without making any comments. I sat there with a smug satisfaction of knowing both of us had played with ourselves minutes apart in the same bathroom. I also knew what had, or at least who had, put her in such a state that she needed to relieve herself. I wondered exactly what Linda had done to drive her desire high enough to risk getting caught to satisfy her lusts. I had my imagination, but I wanted facts.

Unfortunately nothing else happened before the end of the work day. Becky seemed to get down to work without further distractions. Apparently her finger was enough for her. I was still looking forward to the toy party. Suzy, Jill and I had decided to ride together so I headed over to her house. She was busy packing the sample cases and clothes into her van when I arrived. She gave me a big hug. Perhaps it was my state of advanced sexual yearnings, but I could have sworn she held me a little longer and tighter than would he considered appropriate. Jill arrived moments later and received the same hug, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I must just be horny again.

Once the van was packed, we headed out. Suzy was driving and Jill was sitting in the front seat. I was on a bench seat all the way in the back with the sample boxes on the floor in front of me. It struck me as odd why I wasn't driving myself. Fortunately the trip was short and we soon arrived at a generously sized house in one of the more fashionable neighborhoods. We each grabbed a sample case and headed for the door. Suzy rang the doorbell and soon after the heavy oak door swung open. Suzy and Jill walked in. As I crossed the threshold I got a major shock. Holding the door was Thomas, Linda's husband. WTF? I then saw Linda walking out of the kitchen toward the entry foyer. She was wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"The snacks are almost ready. Everybody should be here within half an hour."

Linda stopped short when she saw me.

"Well hello Tina. This is an unexpected surprise. I didn't know you worked with Suzy."

I remembered back to Suzy telling me this was going to be a special party for one of her biggest customers. I suddenly became very interested in what type of things Linda and her friends buy.

"Hi Linda. The surprise is all mine. I didn't know we were coming to your house."

I wanted to ask where Becky was since I was sure she would be attending the party, but I thought better of it. Their affair was an office secret so it was better that I didn't let on that I knew about them.

"Well don't just stand there everyone. Come on in."

Linda led us into the living room where she was setup for the party. After we put the cases down Jill and I returned to the van and got the clothes. When we walked back in Suzy and Linda appeared to be deep in a private conversation. I asked Jill if she had ever been to a party here before and she said no. Thomas had disappeared to the basement, his "man cave" as Linda described it. "He'll be gone until the party is over," she chuckled.

We were escorted to a guest bedroom where we could change our costumes. I also noted a second guest bedroom where a stack of towels and a bottle of hand sanitizer were positioned next to the bed on a nightstand. I theorized that Linda expected more than one of her guests to have a hands on demonstration. Suzy walked into the room and told Jill and I to put on our first pieces of lingerie as the guests would be here soon. I've never gotten over the naughty thrill of stripping down and dressing sexy for a room full of strangers. Tonight I also got the thrill of watching Jill do the same. As we primped for our debut, I couldn't help but think that tonight must be the night that Linda would show me her true self. I was sure I would be ravaged before the night was over.

People started trickling in for the party. Suzy had Jill and I dressed in maid's costumes and we were instructed to serve as much wine as the ladies would drink. Apparently Linda and Suzy wanted everyone loose before they really started. After about a half an hour, Suzy whispered something in Jill's ear. She nodded and went off to our dressing bedroom. Lacking any instruction, I kept serving the drinks and snacks while Suzy continued her sales pitch of her wares. I noticed a couple of women disappearing into the bedroom, both alone and in pairs. Apparently the wine was helping the sales pitch. Jill returned wearing her first revealing outfit of the night. As she paraded around the room I saw several women take certain liberties touching her in ways not condoned at other parties. Still neither she nor Suzy made an effort to correct the inappropriate touching. I watched as one woman, pretending to check the fit over Jill's ass ran her hand right between her legs. I saw Jill sigh and knew exactly what she was feeling.

Suzy then sent me back to change. As I was coming out of the bedroom in one of my favorite lace teddies, the basement door flung open almost smacking me in the face. Thomas barreled through the door not realizing he almost clipped me. I stopped as quickly as I could and was still on my tiptoes as he closed the door and saw me.

"Oops, sorry," he said. While his lips were saying sorry, his eyes definitely scoping me out. He gave me a look from top to bottom and then back up again. He didn't even try to hide that he was doing it.

"Nice. Suzy always has the best models."

With that he turned and began walking to the living room. There he told Linda he was going out and wished everyone a good evening. He disappeared through another door I assume was the garage. I made my entrance to the living room. All eyes were on me as I made my first trip through the group as a model instead of a maid. The woman who had been feeling up Jill tried the same maneuver on me. She questioned whether the bottom of the teddy fit correctly and in the process ran her hand all along my slit and up the crack of my ass. I had to take a deep breath to keep from yelling out. I continued around the room, but I was sure the teddy really didn't fit know since the crotch was jammed up the crack of my ass courtesy of the woman’s roaming hands. Nobody mentioned my wardrobe malfunction. I got the impression that was how the night was going to go.

Suzy indeed was booking a great number of orders. Jill and I continued showing off her assets as well as our own. The viewers progressively took more liberties "checking the merchandise" and I for one was getting very turned on by the pawing. I looked to Jill who appeared to be enjoying herself just as much as I was. Suzy had steered the sales pitch onto the fetish gear. I assumed the bondage bed would soon be making an appearance and I was fully ready to demonstrate.

Before that could happen, however, Linda announced we were going to take a break. She wanted to serve more wine and Suzy said we needed time to get in our final costumes. Jill and I walked to the bedroom and stripped out of our outfits. Jill found her harem girl costume, but I couldn't find the Arab Slave Trader costume I was supposed to wear. Fortunately Suzy came into the room. When I told her that I couldn't find my costume she said that was because she had changed her mind. She said that something had been bothering her about how I looked in the costume. She said I didn't seem comfortable leading Jill around the room and decided the whole concept wasn't going to work. I looked over at Jill who was busy putting on her costume and looked then looked at Suzy with a confused expression.

"I liked how Jill's costume looked. She's still going to be the harem girl. I have something else for you."

I was scared and intrigued by what Suzy had in mind. My pussy had been wet all night and I would have walked out to the group naked if that would have gotten me satisfaction. Suzy pulled out a small suitcase I had not seen when we carried the clothes in. From inside Suzy pulled out a pair of short leather boots with a high stiletto heel. They came to just above my ankles with the requisite locking mechanism to keep them on my feet and D-rings on the inside and outside to hold me in place if necessary. OK, to hold me in place hopefully. She had me sit on the bed while she placed them on my feet. Suzy was kneeling in front of me with a perfect view of my moist pussy, a fact that didn't escape me as I pictured myself kneeling in front of her.

After the boots Suzy had me slip on a leather jacket. The sleeves were cut almost like Jill's harem girl outfit in that the sleeves were more like strips of leather culminating in a locking cuff again with two D-rings. The bottom of the jacket snapped tight against my abdomen. There were four buttons running from just above my belly button to just below my breasts. The top collar of the jacket snapped tight around my neck. Again there was a D-connector. You can't leave home without those. The middle of the jacket flared out in a diamond shape exposing a wide expanse of my breasts. Basically from my nipples in were exposed. The jacket must have been custom tailored because it fit me like a glove and gave my breasts just enough support and inward tilt for maximum exposure. The jacket flare trapped my nipples in place, unexposed but covered just barely and held me firmly. I'm sure it could be persuaded to expose more of my chest, but the way it was fitted now, I would be at least slightly contained. I wondered what bottom Suzy had to match this incredible jacket. I probably could have guessed and certainly should have known what was coming... the remote vibrating panties.

I offered no resistance as Suzy slid the panties up my legs. My will to resist had long ago been broken. I had no doubt Suzy intended to demonstrate the full potential of her most expensive item to this crowd of horny women who had already shown they were in a buying mood. I noticed the panties did not have the g-spot vibe installed. That was either a good thing or a bad thing depending on how you look at it. I guessed it would save me some embarrassment if I didn’t squirt in the demonstration. Instead of the slender curved vibe a large think one had replaced it. The same was true of the anal probe. While not as big as the pussy vibe, it was significantly thicker and longer than the one I usually used. Suzy pushed me face down on the bed and began lubing up my ass with her finger. I didn't complain and I didn't bitch. I just lay there and let her do what I knew was coming. I ended up stuffed like I had been in Sharon's bondage lair when I got my first double penetration. Only this time the fucking wouldn't stop until the batteries wore out along with the added pleasure of the clit vibrating pad and I the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to take the panties off until Suzy gave me the key.

Satisfied with the positioning of the three panty toys Suzy pulled me back to my feet. Each step was an adventure as the vibrators shifted inside of me. They were not even turned on yet and already I was feeling the effects. The final step before our unveiling was a leash for both our collars. With that Suzy led her two slaves back into the living room. Jill was walking with her head up taking pride in both her costume and her position. I tried to follow her lead, but with each step my knees got weaker as I fucked myself and rubbed my clit on the plastic nub.

When we reached the center of the room Suzy handed Jill's leash to Linda who proceeded to slowly walk her around the room showing off the marvelous costume. The room was abuzz with sexual energy as every woman in attendance was riveted to the gorgeous redhead strutting her stuff. I almost felt neglected standing the in the center of the room.

When Jill had completed her route, Linda sat down and pulled Jill onto her lap. No doubt Linda was enjoying the roll of slave handler. I could only hope she would do the same for me soon. Suzy appeared ready to begin my demonstration. With practiced ease and a carabineer, my wrists were soon clipped behind my back. As I expected, my breasts bulged out of the front of the jacket. My hard nipples now strained to remain contained by the lapel. I knew what was coming and I was humiliated by how bad my body wanted this.

Suzy pulled out the remote and began to explain its features. She turned on all three vibes at full strength and instantly my knees buckled and I crumpled in a heap to the floor. The strength of the vibrations surprised me. They seemed much more intense than the pair I owned. Perhaps they were a new model. Suzy turned off the vibes almost as quickly.

"As you can see, at full power, the panties can be quite a bit to handle. I recommend lower settings and especial the tease settings as you get accustomed to their operation."

Suzy handed the remote to the woman sitting on her left who examined it thoroughly. I struggled to my feet, challenged more from the shoes and cuffs and not from the now dormant vibes when I saw her point the remote (why do women think it is a magic wand to aim at me) a click a button. This time only the clit buzzer turned on at a very sustainable and pleasurable pace. I smiled at the woman who then clicked another button which brought the butt plug to life. My smile changed to a scowl as my ass clinched. I'm sure she could read the tenseness in my face. She smiled apparently satisfied and turned both vibes off. She then handed the remote to the woman sitting next to her. Each woman in turn took pleasure in teasing me to the point of climax before backing off. As Jill and I moved around the room most of the attention had shifted from the harem girl to the merciless teased girl. I was rapidly approaching my end point where I couldn't take any more. The last woman finally had the remote. It was Linda. She quickly pushed a number of buttons on the remote and the ass, pussy, clit cycle I had felt in the office but never replicated at home began. She smiled at me as I confirmed it must have been her controlling me in the conference room. She got up and walked over to me. She pushed the remote down into my cleavage indicating no changes to this program which would drive me insane were going to happen. She then whispered in my ear.

"I've had my eyes on you for a long time, slut. If I let you cum, what are you going to do for me?"

Between pre-orgasmic shocks to my nervous system I tried to answer but struggled to form the words. Quietly so only Linda would hear me I spoke.

"Anything you want. I'll do anything you want."

"Can I spank you?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Of course, what?"

"Of course, mistress."

"How about my pussy? Are you going to eat it every morning at the office after you finish with Mistress Sharon?"

"Yes mistress. Anything."

"How about your husband? Isn't he going to mind?"

"I don't know mam. I haven't told him yet."

I was panting in need. My legs were weak and I was afraid I was going to fall again.

"Suzy, did you bring my favorite tonight?" Mistress Linda asked.

"You know I always bring it don't you?"

"Of course. Be a dear and fetch if for this lovely creature will you?"

Suzy walked out of the room. I was praying they were talking about some big strap-on Linda liked to wield against a helpless slave. The other women in the room seemed to enjoy this exchange. I doubted it was the first one seen at a Suzy party. Mistress Linda turned off my panties and began to push them down. Although I had not sprayed them, the inside was slick with my juices and heavy with my arousal. Linda had them around my ankles and then off by the time Suzy returned. Linda spun me around to face her so I couldn't see what Suzy was bringing into the room.

"Please me now with your performance and the rest of the night can be pretty easy and enjoyable on you. Fuck this up and I'll tan your hide. Got it?"

I nodded my understanding. Linda spun me back around and I saw what Suzy was holding. It was the largest, thickest, blackest dildo I had ever seen. It had a big suction cup at its base and a pair of big balls hanging in front. The sides were ribbed and the top was cut into a lifelike crown. On the side in white block printing was the words Black Mambo. Suzy had me lick the suction cup. She then slammed it down on the center of the coffee table. The sound was tough to describe. There was a kind of "thhunck" as the air rushed out from under the cup. The dildo swayed back and forth hypnotically as the force dissipated.

Linda told me to go down on "that dick" like it’s the last one on Earth. I knelt on the table. It was tough to steady myself without the use of my arms. But once I took the tip in my mouth, the fake cock acted like the third leg of a tripod which helped. I'm sure the women sitting behind me were getting a perfect view of my drooling pussy as I did my best to suck off this monster cock. I had trouble stretching my mouth around the entire thing and could only take a few inches at best. I tried and tried to take more and hoped my efforts would be deemed satisfactory by Linda. With a sharp slam to my rear, she told me it was time for the next activity.

"I know you want it. Fuck yourself. Show us all was a greedy cock whore you are."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I would have preferred to be called a pussy whore and forced to eat Mistress Linda's pussy right then, but I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass me by. I straightened back up to my knees and wiggled my way over to the dildo until my legs were straddling it. I looked around the room and ever eye was on me. I wiggled my ass trying to capture the tip with my pussy, but it kept slipping out.

"Too wet?" Suzy mocked me.

"No, I can get this."

"Here let me help."

Suzy grabbed the base and steadied the cock. Now that it was pointing straight up, I had little trouble taking the head and a few inches into my needful fuckhole. I'd used some big dildos before, but nothing like this. I slowly lowered myself onto the monster taking care to allow my pussy to stretch around the invader. The women seemed to be in no rush and allowed me to take my time. I don't know how much more I had to go, but I finally decided enough was enough. I couldn't take any more. More realistically I needed to get fucked and just sitting on this dildo wasn't doing it.

I began to rhythmically slide up and down the massive phallus. Soon I was lost in my own world. The house could have been on fire and I would not have known. My mind was consumed by only one thought. If I was on the upstroke the thought was all about getting my pussy filled again. On the way down my thoughts were more stressful about what that monster was doing to my pussy and could I ever fuck a normal guy again. I'm sure I was screaming and moaning in delight, but my nerves were almost shut down. I felt neither pain nor pleasure, only an intense feeling of belonging and pride as I tamed the dildo that probably scared everyone there. My boobs were bouncing wildly out of the jacket as I pounded myself up and down. My hair was flying everywhere. I'm sure I was quite a site. And then, like a bullet, it hit me. Without warning I climaxed. Fireworks shot off in my brain. I was literally seeing stars in front of me. I'm sure I was screaming, but all I consciously remember was falling forward, bouncing off the table and landing on the floor in a convulsing mess. I remember lying on the floor shaking as I was consumed by my orgasm. My entire world existed only from the tips of my nipples to the bottom of my pussy. The world was a happy and safe place. As I finally began to calm down, I heard applause. My eyes began to focus again and everyone in the room was standing and cheering for me. I weakly smiled. I couldn't move.

I was later told that Suzy had Jill licked the toy clean for me. I guess this group likes to use that method. I continued to lie on the floor recuperating while the women examined the toy and lined up to place additional orders. Several ended up standing over me giving me an unencumbered view up their skirts. Some didn't have panties. I wish I could have sat up for a taste, but my body was still in no condition to move. Finally I felt Linda releasing my hands and helping me sit back up. She then helped me onto the couch. She tucked my breasts back into the jacket. I'm sure she meant to tweak and brush my nipples in the process.

"You were fabulous tonight, Tina. I've got a present for you after we finish up."

I sat on the couch watching the final order get written. Jill had rejoined us in her street clothes and took the sample cases and clothing out to the car. Nobody had bothered to help me redress as I sat in the jacket, boots and no panties. I didn't really care. I was ready to go home like that. Finally when just Suzy, Linda, Jill and I were left, Linda clipped the leash to my neck and gave a tug.

"We're going to have so much fun at the office. I might even share you with Tom."

I just nodded and meekly followed her to the basement door. Down we went over the thickly carpeted stairs into the "man cave." The basement could have been a sports bar. There was what looked like a well stocked bar with eight stools in front of it. Foosball, pool and air hockey tables were aligned and a dartboard hung on the wall. A poker table was off to the side. And a large flat panel TV hung on the wall. If I was Thomas I'd never leave. I couldn't understand what we were doing down her, at least not until Linda led me through a door behind the bar. This room looked more like a real cave. Obviously this was Linda and Thomas' dungeon. It was dark. There were a few strips of reflective tape showing an aisle in the minimal light from the other room. As my eyes began to adjust, it struck me. Most of what I could see was a mirror of Sharon's dungeon in the locker room at work. Mistress Linda flipped a light switch and some can lights in the ceiling came to life. In the center of the room was a pommel horse just like Mistress Sharon had. Only instead of me being draped over it, Becky was strapped over its curved top.

It was then I realized what Thomas had been doing while we were having the toy party. Becky must have arrived earlier than we did, probably riding home with Linda from work. No doubt Thomas had been playing with her for the first few hours of the party. But he'd been gone for at least an hour and a half which meant she'd been in that position at least that long. She was wearing a hood with built in headphones. I knew she couldn't see the light and I guessed she couldn't hear us as well. Her body language gave no indication she knew we were there until Suzy gave her a strong slap across her ass.

Becky lifted her head in a vain attempt to see who hit her. I watched as Linda turned off the CD player attached to the headphones in her hood. She then unzipped it and pulled it off her slave. She seemed relieved and thanked her mistress. Linda didn't say anything. She pointed at me and curled her finger. When I approached she took my hand and pulled me in front of Becky. Linda nudged my ass indicating I should move closer to her head and the grabbed Becky's hair and lifted her into position to lick my pussy. I was still recovering from the fucking I inflicted on myself and my pussy really wasn't ready to be used again so soon. It was sore and Becky's tongue really wasn't that pleasing because of it. I looked to Linda with sadness in my eyes.

"Mistress, I appreciate the offer, but I'm just not ready for this right now."

"I understand. This was just a welcome to the club kind of gift I wanted to give you. Becky would be happy to do this instead on Monday at the office wouldn't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Then it's settled. Monday after you finish with Mistress Sharon and me, Becky will take care of you. Don't wear panties Monday. Actually, don't wear panties to work ever again."

I was still in my post orgasmic haze so I just nodded. Suzy escorted me back upstairs to the bedroom and helped me out of the jacket and then unlocked the boots. As I stood rubbing my wrists trying to get some circulation back into them Suzy pushed me onto the bed and jumped on top of me. I was shocked and defenseless as she pinned me to the bed and began kissing me passionately. She grabbed my wrists and held them tight against the bed above my arms. She then pushed herself up in a pushup position while holding me tight.

"I knew you had potential from the day we first met. From now on you are going to work my shows for free just like Jill does. You are going to be one hell of a demonstration model. We'll work out a schedule when you can service me, but tonight is the last night you'll be getting a free pass. Consider that my gift to you. Come over Wednesday night and I'll show you my private collection of toys."

Suzy savagely kissed me again and then rolled off of me. I had to catch my breath as I watched her walk out of the door. I rested for a moment lying on the bed. My hand drifted down to my abused pussy. I was afraid to look at it. I knew it must be getting late so I found my clothes and got dressed. Suzy was nowhere to be found and neither was Jill. I heard the sound of a paddle contacting flesh coming from the basement. I sat down in the living room to wait until Linda was done with Becky and promptly fell asleep. I woke as Becky was shaking me. Linda seemed surprised that I was still there.

"Suzy got pissed about something and left before I could get dressed," I said.

"Don't worry. Becky will drive you home."

"Thank you mistress."

"No problem. We look out for each other."

"Mistress, can I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Mistress Sharon said there are four mistresses in your group. I've met three. Who is the fourth?"

"Time will tell. Time will tell. I'm sure she will reveal herself when the time is right. Believe me I wanted to take you in the office all week but I was waiting to make tonight's party better. It's the same thing with her. I'm sure she wants you right now, but you'll have to wait a little longer."

"But how will I know her? I mean, I know she has a tattoo. I saw that in the video but neither you, Suzy or Sharon have one like it. But how will I find her."

"Trust me. When the time is right you'll find her. She'll identify herself when she's ready. In fact, you already know her. Now run along home to hubby. I'm sure he's wondering where you are."

Becky hustled me out of the house before I could ask any more questions. She was quiet on the way home and refused to answer any questions about the group. We talked a little about her, but nothing that would allow me to divine the name of the fourth mistress. She did say I knew some of the other slaves. That really frustrated me because she wouldn't identify them either.

"All in good time. All in good time," was all she would say. I'd have to wait and find out when they were ready to be revealed.

I spent the rest of the weekend in reflection still trying how to figure out whom mistress number four was. Becky had told me I knew some of the slaves. The only person I could come up with was Judy my neighbor. She knew Suzy, had hosted the first toy party that I had attended and lent me the small vibrator which began my decent into submission. That made her a logical candidate. Her body type didn't quite match up with the rear view video I had of mistress number four. Still I had to figure out a way to be sure. Other than Judy, I had no idea who else could be involved. Becky had used the plural version of slave which meant I knew more than one. Even if Judy was involved, I was still missing at least a couple pieces to the puzzle.

Monday morning dawned with me no closer to solving the riddle. As had become my routine, I was in Mistress Sharon's office at 7:30 sharp. I was on my knees and servicing her pussy. Toni arrived a little earlier than usual and ended up standing in the office watching me service her boss. After I finished I gave her a sweet kiss so she could savor her boss' essence for the rest of the morning and then I headed upstairs. It was 7:55 when I entered my boss, Linda's, office. She was waiting for me as was Becky.

This too would become a routine. Apparently Linda had a schedule. I was to service her to start the day at 8am. Unlike Sharon, Linda enjoyed not only my tongue, but also liked me to finger fuck her. That first morning, as Linda had promised, Becky was instructed to lie on the floor and eat me while I knelt before Linda and serviced her. It felt so good to be experiencing the same sensations that I was providing for my mistress. When Linda could sense that I was getting close she reminded me of the rule that mistresses cum first and that I'd better hold back. This was a huge struggle because Becky was very talented and seemed determined to make me break a rule on the first day.

I was driven to distraction by her talented tongue and fingers. Obviously she had much more experience than I on how to please a woman. Skills that I knew I would have to learn were on display and as she drove me closer and closer to release, my own services to Mistress Linda began to falter. I kept hearing her say "don't you dare cum first" but eventually I stopped licking her and just buried my head between her legs and held on for dear life. Was their plan to make me break a rule so they could punish me? Probably. Had Becky already serviced Linda so she wouldn't be as likely to cum before me? Possibly. But as I held my Mistress' legs for balance as my orgasm ripped through me, I knew I was in trouble.

After I came, Linda dismissed Becky and me to our cube. We didn't discuss anything as we sat down, both our faces frosted with girl juice. Our two other cube mates, Molly and Cathy, didn't seem to notice. Around 10am as we were preparing to take our morning coffee break, Molly stood up and walked into Linda's office. I'd never noticed somehow that either Molly or Cathy always missed morning coffee. Becky and I were always there, but one of the two girls was always missing. Today I brought my coffee back to my desk and finally noticed Molly leaving Linda's office. I'd always stayed in the break room before but today I kept watch on her door. I saw Molly with the telltale sheen on her face leave the office and head to the bathroom. Obviously she had finished what I had started. At lunchtime Becky tapped my on the shoulder and said "have fun with Sharon" as she walked by me and into Linda's office.

I hustled downstairs and was happy to see Toni had not left for lunch. I knew I had broken a major rule and was hoping an enthusiastic performance for Mistress Sharon might negate my transgression. I spent the lunch hour pleasing my mistress and at her order, Toni. As the clock neared one, Sharon pulled a vibrator out of her desk and handed it to me. She ordered me to "give them a good show" and told me I had five minutes to make myself cum. Heck, it didn't take nearly that long. I kept buzzing my clit and fucking myself as I crashed through my second orgasm of the work day. I was trying to get myself to have two before the five minutes was up. I almost made it too, but just before I could cum, Sharon ordered me to stop. She then had me clean the vibrator with my tongue. Of course she didn't really have to tell me that. I'd learned that lesson long ago.

At 3pm I watched Cathy disappear into our boss' office. I now realized the pattern. I had morning pussy pleasing duties and Becky had lunch. Molly and Cathy apparently switched off on the morning and afternoon breaks. Again I stayed at my desk through this break. Like Molly before her Cathy exited the office with a coating of Linda's affection on her mouth and headed straight to the bathroom. Becky and Molly passed her in the hallway as she walked out. As they were reentering our cube Becky gave my breast a squeeze and smiled at me. Molly did the same. Things were definitely going to be more interesting around the office.

At 4:45 my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Mistress Sharon ordering me to be in her playroom downstairs at 5. I went into Linda's office and showed it to her. She told me to go ahead and leave since I would have to pay the tax in the security office before I would get the key to the locker room. With a spring in my step I headed for the freight elevator. Tasha was on duty beginning her swing shift in the video surveillance room. Having seen me on the freight elevator camera she knew I was coming and was ready for me. Her pants were already off and she was diddling herself when I arrived. I wondered if Sharon had given her more advanced warning because she was already really wet and it didn't take long for me to get her off. I didn't really care about the reason. I was mainly just glad to be done as she handed me the key to the gate. The entire transaction took less than 5 minutes and not a single word was spoken.

I hustled down the dark hallway to the locker room. As I had seen done before, I hooked the bungee cord around the gate so it would stay open. As I turned to enter the locker room I was tempted to look in the men's locker room. Was there anything special in there? Did the male executives take their conquests down here too? I shook my head to clear the distractive thoughts and walked into the locker room. It was still a couple of minutes to 5 so I looked around the dungeon room and tried to guess which implements of torture I'd be subjected. I also made a mental note of which ones I wanted to have used on me. Mistress Sharon had not arrived by 5pm on my watch. I decided to undress to speed things along. I neatly folded my clothes and leaned across the pommel horse so my ass would be on display when my Mistress entered the room. Finally I heard footsteps on the tile floor of the bathroom. There were clearly more than one set of feet making the sounds. In fact, it sounded like a group.

"Look what we have here," I heard Linda exclaim from the door. "I see a nice ass ready to be spanked for breaking rule number one."

I heard the assembled women laugh. I looked over my shoulder and saw Mistress Sharon, Mistress Linda, Mistress Suzy, Toni, Becky, Cathy, Molly and Jill. Mistress Sharon was holding what looked like a sorority pledge paddle. Toni had a small bag. I guess it was time for my initiation. The group advanced on me. My level of excitement was off the chart and I could feel the wetness running down my legs. I was home at last.