A middle aged woman rekindles her adventurous sexual past with explosive results.

Karen Blanchard lived a good life. She was smart, had a husband and daughter and at 42, was still a head turner. Karen came from an intact family. Neither her parents nor siblings had ever been divorced. She grew up in an upper middle class family and went to a well known liberal arts college. While her education may not have prepared her well for the competitive job market she would eventually find herself in, the environment did spur her ideals of community and helping those less fortunate than herself. She also lived the carefree life of a college co-ed, drinking, experimenting with drugs and having anonymous sex with various partners. Karen didn’t take her partying too seriously viewing her actions as merely blowing off steam from the stress of classes. On several occasions she and her roommate found themselves sharing a boy in their dorm room and on two drunken occasions, just sharing each other.

After graduation, Karen moved back home while looking for a job. She longed for the freedom of moving out, but needed to find a good job before that could happen. After turning down a couple of job offers her parents thought suited her well, Karen finally took a position with a non-profit charitable foundation. The pay was below market for a college graduate, but Karen thought she would find the work rewarding. The job would look good on her resume, she reasoned, and living at home really wasn’t that bad.

Karen threw herself into her job working tirelessly to advance the causes the foundation pursued, namely helping the homeless and raising money for local food banks. Karen found the work extremely rewarding, even if it was not financially smart. Karen met an interesting mix of people. Some, like her, were working for the pure reward of helping other people, some were wealthy individuals donating money but not their time and some were a mix who volunteered and donated money.

It was from this latter group that Karen met her future husband Tom. Tom was 14 years her senior and was already a vice president at a Fortune 500 company. He had an MBA from Harvard and fit the roll of power broker to a T. At first Karen didn’t think too much of him. She had met his kind before. In her mind, these type of people just showed up for the banquets, gave some money to be written off their taxes and then went home with a clear conscious without having to get their hands dirty. But as she saw Tom at multiple events and began to get to know him, she realized he did share some of her convictions, although clearly his career was still number one in his heart. For his part, Tom had dated only sporadically since getting out of college. The demands of his job included traveling and long hours at the office so he had pushed back his desire for family. Over the last couple of years, however, he was starting to think the time was right. When he met Karen he found a beautiful woman with a passion for life that immediately spellbound him. Although he really was more of a donate and forget kind of guy, he began showing up for more of the ground level events he knew Karen would be at and began romancing her. In his mind, Karen was the kind of woman he wanted raising his kids. In Tom, Karen thought she found a man who cared about her causes and made enough money to allow her to keep working to advance them. They had a whirlwind romance and were married within a year. She was now 23 and he was 37, but the difference seemed negligible.

Almost immediately Karen became pregnant and soon the power couple welcomed a daughter, Katie, into their family. Tom continued up the corporate ladder and was now a senior VP. His job responsibilities kept him from home 60 hours a week so raising Katie was left to Karen. Being a mother came naturally to Karen and she loved teaching her daughter and playing children’s games. Karen gave up her position at the foundation, although she and Tom still attended all the gala events. Slowly Karen began to change into one of the people she had mocked as caring only about donating money as her schedule prevented her from more active participation. Given Tom’s schedule and seeing to Katie’s needs, Karen found her primary social outlet to be various charity events, although now her social circle was principally older women from well to do families. She began to miss having friends her own age and just being able to go out without a specific agenda.

As their lives progressed, Karen began to get more disillusioned with her situation. She still loved Tom and absolutely loved Katie, but she wanted more. Tom’s devotion to his career was keeping him away from home more as he now had responsibilities involving offices all over the country. Katie was in school and therefore was not home during the day. Tom was adamant that Karen needed to be home when Katie got home from school so even working a part-time job proved too difficult. It certainly wasn’t that they needed the money, but Karen needed something to fill her idle hours. After all, how long can you sit around with other rich wives, drink wine and listen to them complain about how hard their privileged lives had become? Karen even contemplated leaving Tom, but she could not bring herself to hurt Katie that much.

Just before Katie graduated high school, Tom was promoted to CEO, the culmination of years of hard work. While never hard up for money, the promotion brought a level of wealth to the family. Before they had hardly come up for air, their house was on the market and they we closing on a new house paid for in cash from Tom’s signing bonus. Karen was adamant that the three of them did not need a 9,000 square foot mansion, but Tom was unfazed. He explained that part of his duties would be to wine and dine other executives and major investors and the house would play a major part of that. Tom also explained they could get a maid to handle the cleaning. Karen still didn’t like the idea. She knew Tom’s new position would further isolate her from having a viable social circle. In fact, she probably would have lost her mind wandering around a huge empty house if it wasn’t for Terri and Jack Hoffmann.

Terri and Jack were Karen and Tom’s new neighbors. Well, neighbor might be a bit of a stretch. Karen and Tom’s new house was in a very exclusive gated community. The lots were all at least 3 acres, although Karen and Tom’s was closer to 6. It was at the end of a long road. Terri and Jack were closest, although their house was probably 300 feet away. None of the houses were under a million dollars and Karen assumed all of the residents would be as snobby as her current circle. Terri was much different. She was about Karen’s age, 41, and worked in sales. Her husband Jack was also in sales and they had twin children, Billie and Sam, both in Katie’s class. Terri seemed completely down to earth and not spoiled by the trappings of wealth.

Terri and Jack traveled extensively for work, frequently being gone all week and only returning on the weekends. Their combined income definitely put them in the upper class, but just barely. Karen assumed that since they were working so hard to be where they were financially, they stayed grounded. It seemed like their only excess was having a maid at the house 3 days a week. Terri explained it was the only way to keep the house clean while they were gone.

Their kids were another matter. Both Billie and Sam were nice enough, but they certainly had an air of superiority in their personalities. With their parents commonly out of town at the same time, they had lots of freedom. Katie became friends with both and Karen was concerned that she would start acting the same way.

As Karen got settled in, she made a conscious effort to befriend Terri. She needed a bit of “normal” in her life. When she wasn’t on the road, Terri typically worked from home. From the upstairs rooms of Karen’s house, she could see the backyard of Terri’s house. Whenever she saw Terri outside, usually with her laptop but sometimes just sitting next to the pool, Karen made it a point to stop by. Terri and Karen became best friends. They confided their secrets and gave each other advice. Karen surprised herself by opening up to Terri about how lackluster her sex life had become.

Karen: “When I was in college I was wild. Now Tom is never home and when he is he has almost no interest in touching me.”

Terri and Karen each had consumed several Mike’s Hard Lemonades which probably loosened their tongues, but still Karen was surprised when Terri directly asked her if she ever masturbated.

Karen: “Terri!”

Terri: “Come on girl. You have needs.”

Karen: “Yes, but I can’t talk to you about it.”

Terri: “Have another lemonade.”

Karen smiled at the not so veiled reference to her needing more alcohol and then opened another bottle. Terri didn’t press her but also made sure the tasty beverages kept flowing. Soon she had Karen openly discussing not only her masturbation techniques, but her sexual history and fantasies.

Karen confessed that she never cheated on Tom, although she certainly thought about it a lot. Terri explained that she and Jack had a certain amount of openness in their marriage. With the strain of being on the road 15 days a month, they decided early on that a certain number of one-night stands would be allowed. They were not swingers, but if they felt the need, a purely physical evening of passion was acceptable. Karen listened closely as Karen described how easy it was for her to find a willing suitor at any hotel bar and how hardly a night on the road went by without someone willing to fill her needs.

Karen: “Don’t you feel like a bit of a slut though?”

Terri: “Any your point is what exactly? No, seriously, I have a very high sex drive. From what you described as your college life, you once did too. I got tired of trying to schedule time with Jack so I took matters into my own hands.”

Karen: “I could never do that.”

Terri: “Do you watch porn?”

Karen: “No! Certainly not!”

Terri: “Why not? When I don’t find a partner, I turn on the hotel PPV and frig myself silly. Jack and I both have made dirty movies of ourselves for each other to take on the road.”

Karen: “But that seems so dirty.”

Terri: “Do you want to watch one of Jack’s DVDs?”

Karen: “I couldn’t”

Karen watched as Terri stood up and walked into the house. About 2 minutes later she wobbled back through the door holding two jewel cases.

Terri: “Take these home and watch them.”

Karen: “Really I can’t.”

Terri: “I insist. Have fun.”

With that Terri turned and walked inside again. Karen watched the door shut and heard the deadbolt flip. Did her neighbor really just give her a whack-off DVD staring her husband? Karen took the DVDs and walked out of the yard and back home. She took the DVDs up to her sewing room and hid them in a drawer. She figured she would hold onto them for a few days then return them to Terri. Katie would be home from school soon and Karen needed to plan dinner.

Karen tried to concentrate on her meal preparations, but her mind kept racing back to the DVDs upstairs and what might be on them. Karen kept pushing the dirty thoughts in her mind back down, but each time the distraction was only fleeting as her curiosity came back stronger and stronger. Karen knew Katie would be home soon, but she had to see what was on the disc. Sprinting back to her sewing room, Karen took the first DVD and put it into her laptop. Karen’s sewing room was located next to the master bedroom. Because the house had 6 bedrooms, each person had an extra bedroom for their own use. Karen had a sewing table setup, although she hardly ever sewed. She also had a relaxing chaise lounge she used often for reading and a laptop she used to surf the net.

As the laptop booted up, Karen looked out the window. She felt guilty and wanted to be sure nobody could see in. Of course, the view from this bedroom was the same as from the master. Trees and more trees. On an extreme angle she could see Terri’s backyard, but that was it. Still Karen lowered the blinds as PowerDVD launched. The image on the screen was Jack, sitting naked on a chair. Karen sat mesmerized as Jack began to speak to Terri and began to stroke his cock.

The lascivious display unfolded as Jack explained exactly what he wanted to do to Terri when they next met. His cock continued to harden until he was sporting a very impressive boner. At least Karen was impressed. Jack was much better hung than Tom. Karen even began to feel a little jealous as she watched Jack continue to slowly stroke his shaft while almost hypnotically telling Terri was a dirty girl she was and what he was going to make her do when she returned.

Karen could feel herself getting wet; almost falling under the spell of thinking Jack was talking to her. She had absentmindedly begun rubbing her breasts through her blouse and was just starting to slip a hand into her pants when she heard the garage door open. Katie was home from school.

Quick as a flash, Karen snapped back to reality and pushed down the screen on her laptop. Looking into a mirror, she saw she was flush with excitement. Her nipples were clearly visible through her blouse. Fortunately her wetness did not soak through her pants. Karen took several deep breathes and then walked out to meet Katie as if nothing had happened. As she came down the stairs, Karen was surprised to see Billie with Katie.

Katie: “Hi mom. Billie and I have a school project to work on tonight. Can she stay for dinner?”

Karen looked at the young girl. She was the spitting image of her mom, although not yet fully developed. She stumbled with her words, but eventually said that was fine if her mom agreed.

Billie: “Thanks Mrs. Blanchard. I’m sure she will.”

Billie flipped out her cell phone to call her mom. After a quick conversation, Billie handed the phone to Karen.

Billie: “My mom wants to talk to you.”

Karen took the phone and said hello.

Terri: “So did you watch the DVD yet?”

Karen blushed again, trying not to show any reaction to the intimate question.

Karen: “I started to, but then the girls came home.”

Katie: “Started to what, mom?”

Karen lowered the phone and lied about having started dinner.

Terri: “It’s fine if Billie stays at your house. Jack will be home tonight and I need some of his special home cooking anyway.”

Karen: “OK. Bye.”

Karen hung up the phone, still trying to give an outward appearance of having been talking about dinner. In her mind she pictured Terri jumping on top of Jack and his magnificent penis. Karen began to daydream about Terri getting the kind of screwing she once enjoyed on a regular basis but now had to schedule with Tom. Karen was lost in thought as the girls left the room and headed upstairs to work on their school project. Katie didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but Billie knew the score.

Karen snapped out of her trance when she heard the phone ring. On the line was Tom telling her once again that he would be working late. Although hardly surprised, Karen was still disappointed. She was horny and wanted sex. Karen went into the kitchen to prepare food for the girls. She stared at the contents of the refrigerator, but all she could think about was the moistness in her panties. Eventually Karen grabbed a pizza out of the freezer and turned on the oven to preheat. “Kids always like pizza,” she thought.

While the oven was heating, Karen sat at the kitchen table and tried to distract her mind of the parade of large cocks dancing through her consciousness. It was a tall order, one which became more difficult when the doorbell rang. Karen went to greet her guest and found Billie’s brother Sam on the stoop. He obviously had been working out and was dressed in a cut off t-shirt and gym shorts.

Sam: “Hi Mrs. Blanchard. Billie left her poli-sci book at home. She and Katie are going to need it for their project.”

Sam handed the book to Karen, but all she was focused on was his tight abs and hard biceps. Sam looked a lot like his dad, a good thing in Karen’s estimation. She wondered if he inherited certain genetic attributes she now knew his father possessed.

Karen: “Thanks Sam. I’ll take this up to her right away. Bye.”

Karen quickly shut the door. The last thing she needed right then was to look at an athletic young man. She retreated to the kitchen and put the pizza in the oven. It wasn’t quite at the right temperature, but there was another oven which needed attention and its temperature was definitely on broil.

Karen took the book up to Katie’s room and told the girls the pizza would be done in 15 minutes.

Karen: “I’m going to lie down for a few minutes. When you hear the timer, take the pizza out.”

Katie: “Ok mom.”

Billie smirked a little at Karen’s obviously hard nipples straining through her bra. Karen walked down the hallway and into the master bedroom. She locked the door and then quickly stripped off her clothes. Usually when she masturbated she slowly teased herself, kind of her own brand of foreplay. After a while, she would build to a nice pace and get herself off. Today was different. The effects of the sexual talk with Terri, the DVD of Jack masturbating and the vision of Sam buff and sweaty already had Karen primed. She would have liked to watch more of the DVD, but her sewing room was adjacent to Katie’s room and she didn’t want to risk being heard.

Standing in the middle of the room, Karen used her left hand to spread and tighten the skin surrounding her clit. She then used her right hand to furiously apply pressure to her love button. Almost immediately she felt the early pangs of an orgasm and her legs began to go weak. Karen labored over to the bed.

Leaning over the bed, Karen positioned herself face down with her knees on the edge and her legs hanging over. Her right hand was still working her clit while her left hand moved forward to steady herself. She had a picture in her mind of Jack pummeling her from behind. She rocked her hips forward and back to the beat of her imaginary lover and began to moan into the comforter. Her left hand began to pound the top of the bed as her orgasm approached. In her mind, Jack was about to burst, his orgasm timed to perfectly correspond to hers. In her fantasy she didn’t have to worry about pregnancy so she looked forward to Jack dumping his load deep inside her. Karen began rocking faster back and forth, her imaginary love spurred to greater heights of passion. Carnal images shot through her mind of the different things Jack would make her do. He was now fucking her ass and spanking her. Just before she exploded, Karen pictured Sam joining them by forcing his young cock into her mouth. She dreamed he was just as well endowed as his father as his rock hard cock pressed against her lips then into her mouth and finally deep into her throat.

Her vision of being shared by father and son set off Karen’s orgasm. She forced her mouth solidly against the bed to stifle her noisy climax. Billie, who left Katie’s room to go to the bathroom, was standing outside the master bedroom listening intently. Katie came out of the room to see where her friend went and to take the pizza out of the oven.

Katie: “What are you doing?”

Billie: “Listening to your mom cum. She just had a major orgasm.”

Katie: “What are you talking about? My mom isn’t like that.”

Billie: “Don’t be so sure.”

By the time Katie got to the door, Karen’s moans had died down. Her show was over for the day, but a new era was about to start. Karen had never experienced an orgasm like that before and she wanted more. Karen lay back in the bed, her body still quaking from the massive release of a few minutes ago. Her pussy was on fire, her thighs liberally coated with her juices.

Katie (whispering): “I don’t hear anything.”

Billie: “Trust me. My mom makes the same noises. I know what I heard.”

Katie: “We better get out of here. Let’s grab the pizza.”

Billie and Katie retreated to the kitchen while Karen continued to lie in the bed lazily stroking her pussy and breasts. She wasn’t really playing with herself so much as trying to keep her high going. Karen noticed the bedroom reeked of sex and was glad Tom wasn’t going to be home for several hours. Peeling herself off the bed, Karen opened the windows to let some fresh air circulate in the room. She also pulled off the comforter and sheets before retreating to the shower. By the time she emerged from the bedroom a new set of bed linens were in place and her body was rinsed of all traces of her carnal adventure. She only hoped the girls didn’t notice she had changed her clothes.

Thus began Karen’s new sexual life. The adventurous woman of her past life had been reborn and she knew it would be difficult to restrain her needs again. The next day, after Katie left for school and Tom left for the office, Karen wasted no time heading to her sewing room and quickly stripped out of her clothes. She then sat down at the computer desk and turned on her laptop. Once again she began to play Jack’s DVD and once again his hypnotic voice and rock hard cock had her pussy dripping in no time. With no real time constraints this time, Karen slowly began working herself into a froth. She purposely held back the type of movements which gave her so much pleasure the day before, preferring to tease her clit and nipples until she was driving herself mad with desire. Karen knew she could make herself cum whenever she wanted, but chose to try and hold out as long as she could. She assumed Jack would eventually pop his load and wanted to come with him. As Jack’s facial expressions told the story of his impending climax, Karen was about to give in when the phone rang. Closing down her laptop’s player, she picked up the cordless phone and was connected to an auto dialer inquiring about her driveway. Karen click off the call almost immediately, upset with herself for not checking the caller id first.

“No matter,” she thought. “Back to business.”

Karen opened the laptop screen to find the DVD had ended before the laptop had a chance to go into standby. Karen popped out the first DVD and slid in the second. She expected to see another lascivious display from Jack, but instead was greeted by Terri. “She must have given me the wrong DVD,” Karen thought.

The scene unfolded with Terri dressed very provocatively in a little nightie lounging on her bed beckoning Jack to join her. One thing Karen noticed was the camera was moving. Someone else was in the room. Jack’s DVD had been a static camera on a tripod. Terri’s movie had the camera walking around the room changing the angles displaying her form. Karen wondered if Jack was the camera operator and if she would soon see him put his hardware to good use. Terri began the same style of dirty talk Jack had used so effectively. She slowly revealed her body while telling her husband how much she missed him and what she was going to do to him when they next met. Karen decided Jack obviously was not the camera operator and wondered who it could be.

As Terri began to reveal her body, Karen’s arousal began to take hold of her once again. She had been so close to release with Jack’s DVD, she was sure she would have cum at the site of his jizz spewing from his cock. Robbed of that vision by the phone call, Karen once again tried to hold off while Terri wove her tale of debauchery. Of course Karen knew she could cum anytime and could watch the end of Terri’s movie later, but deep down she missed the intimate companionship she had shared with her college room mate so many years ago. Watching her neighbor tease and pleasure herself while doing the same brought Karen back to her dorm room and the swinging three ways of her college years. Karen fought her urge to cum with all her might until she saw Terri begin to orgasm on the screen. Subconsciously Karen had begun mimicking Terri’s movements until her pussy clamped around her fingers as both women came together. Karen’s orgasm hit with much more force that Terri’s appeared to on the DVD and Karen rocked against the chair’s backrest howling in delight.

In time, Karen calmed down and the consequences of her new found pleasure began to worry her. How could she face Terri again after what she had seen and more importantly how her body had reacted? Was Terri hitting on her virtually? What other secrets didn’t Terri share? Karen began to formulate a plan to find out more about her neighbor.

Back at the Hoffmann house a different plan was being hatched to find out more about their neighbor. Billie was intrigued by the sounds she heard coming from Karen’s bedroom and was thinking of a way to turn it to her advantage. Billie’s looks always allowed her to wrap boys around her finger. She learned early on that she preferred having boys buy her things than having to demean herself by getting a job. But her high school friends had limited budgets. The Blanchards had more money than they knew what to do with. If she could get some evidence of Karen’s wickedness, perhaps she would pay to keep the information private.

Billie’s plan was deceptively simple, although she would need about 5 minutes in private with Karen’s computer. Enlisting the help of her brother, Sam, Billie waited until they noticed Karen had left the house one afternoon. Karen knew Katie had the hots for her brother and that Sam would be the perfect distraction. Together they rang the Blanchard’s doorbell and waited for a surprised Katie to answer the door. Inviting themselves inside, Katie was very accommodating to her surprise visitors. As was their usual custom, the three friends headed downstairs to the basement rec room where they could play music, shoot pool or watch a movie in the home theatre. Sam was flirting with Katie as Billie waited until the girl was distracted enough not to miss her for a while. Announcing that she had to go to the bathroom, Billie headed upstairs. Katie seemed happy to see her go giving her time alone with Sam.

Billie quickly made her way up to Karen’s sewing room and went straight to her laptop. Billie had brought a thumb drive loaded with a special boot ROM which would give her Karen’s administrator password. Once she had control of the computer she did several quick modifications. First, she loaded a keystroke logger which tracked each keystroke Karen used with Internet Explorer and saved it to a text file. Karen created a hidden folder to hold the log. She also loaded a program which saved a duplicate of IE’s history, but which would not be deleted if you clear the official history. Karen made sure Remote Desktop was enabled and made a copy of the WEP for the Blanchard’s wireless network so she could access the laptop whenever she needed. The final piece of Billie’s handiwork was to enable the laptop’s built-in webcam. Billie wrote out the movie file to her hidden directory. She would have to make sure and copy the files regularly to keep from being detected, but Billie was very interested in what happened in that room so she figured the time and effort was worth it.

Billie headed back downstairs and was not surprised to see Sam and Katie sitting on the couch making out. Sam had his hand up under Katie’s shirt. Billie knew the inexperienced girl would be easy for Sam to control. He had that effect on women and she also knew that if her ultimate plan to have Karen as her play toy was to succeed, she might need Katie’s help. Billie watched the two of them for about thirty seconds before she cleared her throat and announced her presence. Katie scrambled to push Sam’s hand away and straighten her blouse.

Billie: “Don’t worry Katie. I know he’s a hottie.”

Katie was embarrassed and chose not to respond. Just then they heard the security system announce the garage door had opened.

Sam: “Maybe we should get going.”

Billie looked at Katie who was still making moon-eyes at Sam.

Billie: “That’s probably a good idea.”

The trio headed up the stairs and met Karen coming in from the garage. As they exchanged pleasantries, Sam made sure to give Karen his patented come hither smile. Karen invited the two neighbors to stay for a while, but Billie and Sam insisted they needed to leave. Everyone said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Katie told her mom she was going downstairs to watch a movie. This was fine with Karen who was surprised to find her at home at all. She had done some shopping and purchased a hand massager she thought would work great in the bedroom. While her fingers have been giving her great pleasure lately, Karen was starting to need more. The massager she bought strapped to the back of your hand. It was really designed for scalp massages, but Karen hoped it would also be useful for more intimate places.

Karen retreated to the privacy of her sewing room and locked the door. She quickly stripped off her clothes and then logged into her laptop. She placed the massager on the desk and started the video of Jack pleasuring himself. Karen began to masturbate to Jack’s cadence. Her mind was wandering to Sam as she took the massager and strapped it on the back of her left hand. Turning it on, Karen was surprised at the tingling sensation being transmitted through her palm. Deciding to try it first for its intended purpose, Karen ran her hand along her head. The massager really did feel good, although it would hardly be considered erotic. Next she cupped her right breast. Immediately a jolt of sexual energy was transmitted through her nipple straight to her pussy. Karen moaned involuntarily and sought her clit with her right hand. Karen loved the sensations coursing through her nipple, but was a little scared about applying that same force to her clit.

For the duration of the Jack video, Karen slouched back against her chair, her right hand strumming her clit and her left hand, aided by the massager, stimulating her breasts. Several times she reached the edge of orgasm and had to work hard to avoid cumming before Jack did. Karen noticed the vibrations from the massager were intently focused through her wedding band. As Jack reached the final strokes before he shot, Karen used her right hand to pull back the hood protecting her clit and pressed the base of her wedding ring squarely onto her most sensitive nub. The sensation and result were both immediate and predictable. Just as Jack began to shoot his load at the camera, Karen began to convulse in a major orgasm of her own. Her body contracted as if she were doing an abdominal exercise, the force causing the chair to roll backwards until she lost her balance and slid down onto the floor. Later that afternoon Billie would smile as she watched Karen writher on the floor via the wide angle webcam built into the laptop, but for now, Karen thought nobody knew her dirty little secret.

Life went on for the two families as the kids moved toward graduation. Karen became more and more addicted to having at least one orgasm each day, although usually two or three were the norm. Watching Jack and Terri’s videos quickly became stale, but Karen found solace on the internet. She always knew that pornography was widely available on the net, but had not realized the easy availability and tremendous variety of material she could find. The first site she actually joined was a movie site featuring older women and younger men. She identified with the “mothers” on the site and found the vision of huge cocks servicing them a great turn on. She even found one “star” which looked vaguely like herself and made sure to download all of the woman’s clips. Karen also found herself reading erotic stories and imagining herself in all the lusty adventures. Karen constantly fueled her fantasy life with new videos and stories branching out deeper and deeper into fetish related subjects. She started collecting sex toys, purchased on-line and shipped in discreet packages. Her collection included dildos and vibrators of various shapes and sizes, erotic lingerie and costumes, a set of Ben-Wa balls and even a blindfold.

During the day, Karen liked to dress in the sexy lingerie and slide the Ben-Wa balls into her pussy. She would then go for a walk or to one of her charity functions, slowly teasing herself into a funk. She loved dressing conservatively on the outside while underneath her sexual energy was reaching the boiling point. She spent hours window shopping at the mall, strutting around in front of the high school boys and imagining them undressing her with their eyes. By the time she would get home, her pussy would be on fire. She would rush to her sewing room, although by now it had really become her personal den of iniquity, pull down her panties, scoop out the balls and furiously masturbate while watching her pornstar twin get drilled by a young stud. On more than one occasion she placed her legs on her desk, spread obscenely wide, and fucked herself with one of her dildos while urging the young stud to fuck her. She even ordered a dildo with a suction cup at the base she could attach to the chair and ride cowgirl style to better match her on-screen partners.

Over and over Karen would bring herself to orgasm while Billie continued to collect her blackmail material. One morning while reading through the Internet history log from Karen’s computer, Billie noticed Karen had visited a video site featuring women masturbating while in bondage. Billie knew Karen had read several stories on the subject, but now it seemed that Karen’s interest was becoming more than idle curiosity. Billie made note of the website’s address and got Karen’s password from the keystroke log. Billie downloaded several of the same video’s Karen had viewed. They all focused on women being tied to her bed with a magic wand vibrator strapped to her pussy. The women would squirm and struggle until they were consumed by a major orgasm. Sure enough, within a few days, Billie noticed a magic wand had joined Karen’s stable of sex toys, although Billie had no video evidence that Karen was tying herself up. The reason Billie did not see that was not that it wasn’t happening, but there was no need for Karen to have the computer on during her self-bondage sessions.

Karen had started simply with a set of handcuffs that she could unhook without using a key and her favorite vibrator. Karen had officially rechristened her sewing room as her sex den, although she certainly didn’t tell her family. The outward appearance hadn’t changed much, but inside several locking cabinets she had her toy collection and inside the closet was her costumes and lingerie. She had discretely screwed a hook into the wall behind the chaise lounge. After reading a few erotic stories, more and more frequently featuring bondage and submission, Karen’s pussy would be primed for one of her vibrators. After shutting down the computer, much to Billie’s chagrin, Karen would slide the vibrator into her well lubricated pussy and turn the speed on low. She would then snap the handcuffs on her wrists, always in front of her, and then lay down on the chaise. She would then raise her arms and hook the chain between the cuffs on the hook. She always set the vibrator too low to allow her to achieve orgasm. Her self bondage was always about the tease. She would shut her eyes and picture Jack or Sam finding her and taking advantage of the situation. Before long, her pussy would be a seething caldron of her juices and the room would reek of female arousal. Invariably Karen would begin rotating her hips trying to get extra stimulation from the vibrator to get herself off. She would struggle and hold out as long as she could before unhooking her wrists, turning the vibrator on high and fucking herself to a glorious climax. Several times after she came, Karen logged back into her computer to search for new stories and movies. Billie watched the webcam footage with great interest. Karen obviously had just climaxed. Her hair was a mess and her face was glowing. Several times Karen must have found a juicy website because she began to masturbate again in her chair, her orgasms flowing quickly over her fingertips.

As summer approached, the kids all graduated high school and Karen’s self bondage adventures took more daring twists. After reading about a woman who would freeze the key to her handcuffs in a block of ice forcing her to wait until it melted to gain her release, Karen knew she had to try it. Going online to her favorite erotic retailer, Karen placed an order for several new items. In addition to a new set of handcuffs which required a key to release, Karen also bought her first set of leather cuffs, a leather collar and high heeled leather boots. Even though Karen paid for priority shipping, it would be two long days until her new package arrived.

Katie was working full time during the summer saving her spending money for college in the fall. Both Karen and Tom insisted that she work. They were happy to pay her tuition, room and board, but wanted to instill a solid work ethic in their daughter. This meant Karen still had her days free and clear to amuse herself. Karen noticed that Billie and Sam spent their days loafing around their backyard pool and entertaining a never ending stream of friends. Karen talked to Terri several times about their apparent lack of direction, but each time was rebuked. Terri said it was their last summer before college and they should enjoy it.

Karen was certainly enjoying her summer as her new cuffs allowed her to expand her self-bondage activities. Her favorite way to tie herself was to first take her magic wand down to the basement. She found a special pillow on eBay which allowed the wand to stick upright where a woman could straddle its vibrating head. She set up the wand and pillow in front of the TV and put one of her favorite masturbation DVDs in the player. The universal remote was left on the table. In the back of the basement, she hung a key to her handcuffs frozen solid in a block of ice. From her experience, it would take about three hours to thaw. She then locked the door to the back of the basement and retreated to her sex room. She had the key to the basement room already frozen in a smaller ice cube. This one would take about two hours to melt. She hung that key in the closet with a small drip bowl beneath it to catch the water. Finally she put on a pair of leather panties, a leather bra with cutouts for her nipples, placed a blindfold on her forehead and slid her feet into her leather high heeled boots. Walking over to her toy cabinet, Karen took a large, d-battery powered vibrator out and made sure it had new batteries. She also grabbed her leather cuffs, the collar, some bondage tape and her handcuffs. She then walked over to the bed, every nerve in her body turned on in anticipation of the afternoon to come.

The first step in her self-bondage was to put the cuffs on her ankles. The chain between the cuffs was adjustable and Karen set them very tight to keep her from walking easily. Next she put on the collar. It didn’t have any purpose except to remind her of her submission and fuel her fantasies. Karen sat down on the chaise and swung her legs up. She then positioned the vibrator on the outside of her panties. The leather panties were very effective in defusing the vibrations from the toy. No matter how high she turned on the power, she had been unable to achieve orgasm, although the pulsation would be joyfully spread all around her labia and clit. Karen then arched her back lifting her butt in the air. With a practiced skill, she wrapped several strands of the bondage tape around her hips to secure the vibrator in place. Finally she would turn on the vibrator, slip the blindfold in place and lock her hands behind her back.

It would take about 2 hours for the batteries to die in the vibrator. Karen used this time to visualize fantasy after kinky fantasy in her mind. She had become addicted to bondage and resolved to tell Tom. Maybe this was the kind of kink needed to spice up their non-existent sex lives. She would then think of Sam and Jack pounding her relentlessly. At times, she even thought of Terri finding her tied up and taking advantage of her. All of these lurid visions combined with the teasing vibrator to work Karen into a state of desperate sexual need. She knew that anybody coming through her door would get whatever they wanted and she would be powerless to resist. Each time she tied herself this way, and it was becoming more and more frequent, Karen’s desire to be caught became stronger and stronger.

Eventually the batteries died down and Karen knew the first ice cube had probably melted. Her first task was to remove the blindfold. Karen rolled over on her stomach and pushed her head into the backrest of the chaise. She had to rock her head several times, but eventually the blindfold caught enough to pull back up to her forehead. Now she had to stand up, so she rolled back onto her back, swung her legs off the chaise and gingerly stood up. Her legs were sore from being cuffed together and having the tape wrapped around her hips didn’t help. Karen was careful not to move too quickly and fall over. The cuffs between her ankles afforded her only very small lateral movements. If she had not been wearing the boots, she might have been able to hop quicker, but she did not want to risk falling down. As she slowly made her way to the closet and the key to the utility room door, each tantalizing movement caused a most pleasurable shift in the position of the vibrator. Karen knew from experience that she could push herself against the corner of the desk and get just enough pressure on the vibrator to make herself cum. But that was against the spirit of her self-imposed restraint and she fought back the urge to end her tease early. She also knew the longer she held out, the better her orgasm would be.

Turning around, Karen found the closet door handle and slowly inched her way sideways to open the door. As expected, the key was free from its icy imprisonment and was hanging free on the string. With a much practiced maneuver, Karen grabbed the key and pulled the string free from the tape holding it to the closet rod. Karen knew from experience that her next task was not to drop the key. The second time she had tied herself; she dropped the key and spent almost an hour rolling on the floor trying to grab it. Her solution was to carefully wrap the string around one finger while holding the key in her other hand. The next task was to walk to the basement. This meant opening two doors and negotiating the stairs. As she slowly moved out of her room, Karen did a quick time check. 3:30pm. She had at least an hour and a half before Katie got off work and at least fifteen more minutes until she got home. Just enough time if the ice melted fast enough on the second key.

By the time she struggled down the stairs, Karen was a quivering mess and now had two additional tasks before she could cum. The first was to turn on the TV and DVD player. She had placed the universal remove on a table next to the couch. This meant kneeling down to pick it up. She had already set the input on the TV to HDMI1 so getting the movie playing was just a matter of turning on both devices. She knew the power button was in the upper right hand corner of the remote. Quickly the TV sprang to life. But the DVD player proved more difficult. Karen just couldn’t get the right combination to switch control of the remote to DVD. Eventually she gave up and knee walked over to the DVD player. Looking carefully at the position of the power button, Karen turned around and ran her fingers over the player until it powered up. She then waited for the menu screen to appear and hit the play button.

Finally rewarded with her favorite masturbation movie (My Space 3 – Bound) appearing on the screen, Karen wiggled over to the coffee table. The vibrator batteries were on their last legs allowing the toy to provide only a smidgen of their former stimulative power. Karen needed to remove the vibrator and turn on the magic wand before she would be able to cum. Even rubbing the edge of the table would be fruitless at this point and she could risk losing the handcuff key by breaking free the ice block.

Karen had been careful to leave the ends of the bondage tape holding the vibrator at the back of her thighs. With a deliberate effort, she could reach the tape with her fingers and pull the end free. When she had about two inches available, she could hold the tape against the coffee table and rotate her hips to begin the unmasking process. There was a certain amount of pain involved in pulling off the tape. Even though it is designed for minimal adhesion, the tape was still designed to be pulled off quickly. Karen didn’t have that option so for the next several minutes, she strained to remove enough of the tape to allow the vibrator to fall to the ground. Karen’s orgasmic liberation was almost at hand. On the screen, one of Karen’s favorite actresses was struggling against her bonds as a magic wand did a number on her pussy. Karen knew her wand would soon bring salvation to her aching need, but first she had to turn it on. Karen had thoughtfully plugged it in, but now had to reach it with her bound hands to turn it on. As the sounds of her video partner screaming in orgasm echoed off the walls, Karen finally found the switch and flipped on the wand.

With her legs free from the tape, it was a relatively simple matter to spread her legs just enough to slide a thigh on either side of the pillow holding the wand. Almost instantly as her panty touched the large vibrating head, Karen began to cum. She had teased herself for over two hours and could hold back no more. As she rode out her first orgasm, she watched the lascivious image on the TV. She continued to hump the magic wand and reached a state of perpetual orgasm which left her legs too weak to support her necessitating her to lean forward resting her head on the floor. Karen struggled to keep her pussy glued to the wand as long as she could, taking as much pleasure from the toy as possible until the DVD ended.

Karen rolled off the wand; her entire body quaking in orgasm as she lay bound on the floor. She knew that Katie would be home soon, but was unable to move for several minutes as the flood of emotion continued to cascade through her body. Eventually she saved up enough strength to struggle to her knees and then to her feet. Walking slowly to the utility room door, she inserted the key in the lock and turned the knob to gain access. Just as she planned, the key was hanging at waist height and with her well practiced dexterity, she quickly removed the handcuffs. She then unclipped the leg cuffs and breathed a well earned sigh of relieve. Walking back into the rec room, Karen realized it was 5:30 and hoped both Katie and Tom would be late. Grabbing all her toys and the DVD, Karen hustled upstairs reaching her toy room just as the garage door was opening. After she put away all her toys and special clothes, Karen slipped on a robe she kept in the sex room and peaked out of the room to see who had arrived. She didn’t see anyone and assume Katie was already in her room. She sprinted past Katie’s door and into the master bedroom. She hoped Tom had not come home early. She didn’t know how she would explain why she was wearing a robe at 5:30 with a very freshly fucked look on her face. Fortunately the room was empty and Karen was able to slip into a very relaxing shower without being caught.

That night Karen did not sleep well. She tossed and turned as visions of herself being caught, bound and teased, flowed through her unconscious mind. She woke with a dripping pussy which needed attention. As usual, her husband was sound asleep. The first time she woke, Karen quickly dispatched her need with five minutes of discrete fingering. After quickly falling back asleep, her second dream was even more vivid than the first. Again she woke, this time wetter than the last. Deciding she needed more attention than her finger could give, Karen crept to her special room and unlocked the toy cabinet. She intended to surf the net for a new fantasy story and wanted both hands free. She decided to use her suction cup dildo. She mounted it to the front of the chair while her computer was booting up. Karen’s pussy was aching with need and easily slid down the entire length of the fake cock. Momentarily happy, Karen began cruising her usual hangouts, but nothing piqued her interest. Meanwhile her webcam was dutiful making a record of every facial express for Billie as Karen slowly rocked up and down the phallus. Eventually Karen landed on one of her favorite story websites. She had been on the site yesterday and it looked like no new stories had been posted since her last visit. She was about to move on when she noticed a message board she had somehow missed. Clicking onto the board, Karen found all sorts of topics with seemingly regular people openly discussing their various turn-ons and telling stories of their real life experiences. Karen began reading postings from other women who found sexual freedom in submission. Without even realizing it, Karen had begun riding her dildo a little harder. One woman in particular caught her fancy with descriptions of how her master made her dress slutty in public and pick up young boys for a quick motel rendezvous. Karen decided to write her own post and after a quick registration to the site, set down to write her first fantasy recap. As Karen replayed the past few months in her mind, her body reacted in a predictable way and soon she was showering the dildo with her juices. Taking time off her story to orgasm, Karen grabbed the edge of her desk for leverage so she could attack the dildo with her full force. As her orgasm struck, Karen had to stick her hand over her mouth to keep from yelling out loud. After she calmed down, she dismounted the dildo and cleaned it off. Placing it back in the cabinet, she sat back down to finish her first posting. Karen became a regular to the message board and her postings proved very popular. She began keeping a diary of her exploits and soon was writing full stories, with a fake name, of course. As part of her public profile, Karen asked for suggestions about how she could better tie herself up. Most of the responses were stupid and obviously from people with no experience, but a few, especially from the people who claimed to be women were decent and full of promise. Karen followed the instructions of the better proposals and dutifully reported back to the board.

As summer moved into August, Tom and Katie were planning a trip to Washington to scout apartments for Katie. She was going to Georgetown that fall and didn’t want to live in the dorm. Karen would have loved to go, but had a big charity function that Friday night. She waved goodbye Thursday morning to the pair, free and clear for a weekend of guilty pleasures. Her first stop was the tub for a relaxing soak. One of her message board friends had shared an interesting self-bondage story with her and she had been dying to give it a try and now that she didn’t have to worry about anyone coming home, it was now or never.

In preparation, Karen had ordered many new items. The basic gist of the fantasy was Karen would be wearing many different devices under her clothes. A chastity belt was the most intrusive, but underneath the belt she wore a leather panty with a slender dildo attached to the inside. Once she slid the panty on and the dildo nestled snuggly into her pussy, the chastity belt was locked into place. The belt had a series of four locks, one on each side securing a strap which went through Karen’s legs. Once in place, it wedged the panty dildo deep into Karen’s pussy. Over the belt, Karen wore a short black leather skirt, not a mini, but definitely above her knees. Once she zipped it up, the top of the zipper was secured with a small key lock. On her feet, Karen wore black leather boots with 4 inch stiletto heels. She had learned to walk confidently in this type of boot and loved the way the heel accentuated her calf. Around the top of the boot, a thin band could be tightened and locked in place preventing the boots from being removed. Once Karen had them on, she was not going to remove them without the keys.

Up top, Karen was sporting a black leather bra which also featured a key lock on the back and nipple cutouts. The original challenge had locking nipple clamps too, but Karen opted to skip that step. Over her bra she wore a white turtleneck sweater. Karen knew she looked hot. Finally a leather collar and wrist cuffs completed the look. In total, 11 different locks prevented her from removing her clothes. She had mailed 10 of the keys to cities in the area marked for general delivery. Her task would be to drive to each city and retrieve the key. The 11th key was mailed to her own home. She knew the final key would release the last lock of the chastity belt and allow her relief from what was sure to be a day of frustration. The other 10 keys all looked alike and Karen would have to find the corresponding lock by trial and error. The final part of the fantasy was to have Karen wait until after dark before she retrieved the final key from her mailbox. The reason for waiting until after dark was because her instructions were to remove her sweater, bra and skirt before getting the final key. The boots would keep her from running down the long driveway, but the darkness would afford her a some protection.

Karen had been creaming in her panties ever since she read this idea. It took some planning and research into which post offices still had general delivery pickup, but finally she was ready. She had mailed all the keys except the one to her own house on Tuesday. Wednesday she dropped the final key off at her local post office. Certainly it would only take one day.

After her bath, Karen fixed up her hair and makeup. If she was going on a day long public tease, she was going to look good doing it. She looked outstanding, if she did say so herself. The dildo was working its magic and Karen knew she would be horny enough to fuck a road kill by the end of the day. She set off on her quest at 11:30am. Her plan was to get the keys, stop for lunch somewhere, and walk around the mall window shopping. She didn’t want to get home too early and be tempted to end the challenge without completing the naked dash to the mailbox. Karen knew that she always climaxed better when she completed the full challenge set before her instead of taking shortcuts. Her magic wand was plugged in and ready sitting on her desk as was her favorite vibrator.

The route she chose to the various post offices was taking longer than she had planned. She did stop for a nice sit down lunch, although she did receive more than a few repulsed stares at the cuffs and collar locked to her body. Karen didn’t care. Her pussy was on fire. If she had the keys already, she would be masturbating at the table. She took time for a stroll around the mall, glorifying in the intense pleasure the dildo was bringing her. As the day wore on, she had the sickening thought that she might not reach the last post office before it closed. She was in an unfamiliar town and pulled into the parking lot at 4:58. The clerk was starting to pull down the metal screen covering the counter, but was persuaded by the beautiful woman sprinting through the door to wait another minute. Karen thanked him profusely and walked out of the office, nearly orgasming at the thought of spending the night in the chastity belt.

By 6pm Karen was safe and sound at home. She had about an hour and a half before it would start to get dark and about two and a half hours before she could safely retrieve her final key. She decided to remove the locks and post an update on her progress. It took almost half and hour, but finally she matched all the keys to the correct lock and was free. Sitting at her desk writing about the day’s events, Karen contemplated how to orgasm while wearing the chastity belt. Her nipples had been rock hard for most of the day being constantly stimulated by the rubbing of the wool sweater against them. She took great pleasure rubbing them as she wrote her story, but it wasn’t enough to take her over the edge. To pass the time, and further frustrate herself, Karen put in a bondage movie and laid out all her toys on the chaise. She assumed she would just grab the nearest vibrator as soon as she had the chastity belt off, but she figured she should be ready for whatever mood struck her. At 8:30 the movie finished. It was pretty dark, but not quite dark enough for Karen. She stood in the living room peering through the curtains for signs of life on their block. Her dripping pussy was thinking more than her brain and eventually got the better of her. Determined to see the challenge through to the end and anxious to cum, she opened the garage and snuck out next to the car. Her boots effectively slowed her pace as she tried to duck behind and bush or shrub that offered visual protection. She made it to the mailbox without incident. Reaching inside she grabbed a number of envelopes and turned and moved as quickly as she could back up the driveway. She no longer was worried about being seen. The block looked empty and she walked directly back into the garage. She hit the door button and walked into the house.

Karen was frantic to find the last key. Not only did she need to cum, but she also had to go to the bathroom. In the stack of mail was a number of bills and advertisements, all in the same size envelope she had mail the key. As she thumbed through the envelopes she came to the horrible realization that her letter was not there. How could this be? All of the other keys had been delivered fine!

As Karen sat dejected with the thought of having to wear the chastity belt overnight, the phone rang. Karen thought about letting it go to voicemail, but instead looked at the caller id. It was Terri.

Karen: “Hi Terri. What’s up?”

Terri: “Hi Karen. We got some of your mail by accident today. I saw your lights go on. I’ll run it over.”

Karen: “Ok. See you in a few minutes.”

Karen was relieved. Her freedom was at hand. Then, like a shot, she remembered she was naked except for a chastity belt and leather boots. Karen quickly went back upstairs. She didn’t think she had time to find the keys for the boots so just throwing a robe on was not an option. Instead she quickly pulled her sweater back over her head and put the skirt back on, although this time she didn’t use the lock. She checked herself in the mirror for signs of anything out of the ordinary and carefully walked back down the stairs. Through the living room window she could see Terri walking up the drive. Karen opened the door and greeted her friend.

Karen: “Hi. Thanks for bringing over the mail.”

Terri: “No problem. We are having a party on Saturday. I know Tom and Katie are out of town for the weekend so I thought you might like to join us.”

Karen: “I’ve got a fundraiser tomorrow night, but Saturday is free.”

Karen stood making small talk when all she wanted was to get the key and head upstairs. Terri was not dressed provocatively, but in her arousal state, Karen was starting to get distracted. She kept trying to end the conversation, but Terri seemed in the mood to talk. As they chatted Karen became acutely aware of her nipples poking through the sweater and hoped Terri would not notice. Karen was subtly shifting her weight from one foot to the other allowing the dildo to massage her pussy walls. Karen also hoped the slight breeze coming in the door would mask her arousal scent.

Terri kept looking directly at Karen as if she knew exactly what was going on. A palpable tension began to grow as Karen became more and more nervous. Finally to Karen’s relief, Terri handed over the envelope with the key.

Terri: “What’s in that envelope anyway? It doesn’t feel like a letter.”

Karen: “I’m not sure.”

Terri: “Why don’t you open it? I’m curious.”

Karen: “It’s a key, actually.”

Terri: “Why are you waiting for a key?”

Karen tried to think of a quick lie, but couldn’t. She was trapped.

Karen: “It’s embarrassing.”

Terri: “Do worry. It’s just us here.”

Karen: “Since Tom was gone, I decided to play a little game.”

Terri: “Kind of like the games Jack and I play?”

Karen: “Sort of, but I’m playing solo.”

Terri walked into the house and shut the door.

Terri: “Ok, spill the beans.”

Karen detailed her day to Terri who listened with great interest.

Terri: “So my being here is keeping you from finishing yourself off?”

Karen: “Well, yeah. I guess so.”

Terri: “I’m going to head home so you can have your privacy. But I’ll be back in half an hour. Jack and I play some similar games and I have a special toy you might find enjoyable. I’ll lend it to you.”

Karen didn’t know whether to thank her neighbor or to curse her.

The last envelope in hand, Karen headed back to her sex room, stripped off her clothes and finally unlocked the chastity belt. Her bladder was full and in urgent need of release. Karen briefly debated whether to get herself off before going to the bathroom, but decided that was silly. She walked to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let go a strong stream of urine. The smell mixed with her arousal scent as she looked at her naked form in the bathroom mirror. Karen could not believe how her life had transformed over the past few months as her fingers found her pussy. She stared at her reflection as her fingers danced over her clit and plunged into her pussy. Still squatted on the toilet with her legs spread wide, Karen exploded into the climax she had been dreaming of all day. Over 8 hours of teasing had ended as stars flashed through her mind and her body shook. Karen slumped on the toilet for 5 minutes after her orgasm, too weak to move.

Karen was roused from her stupor by the doorbell. “Was it already half and hour?” she thought. Grabbing her fluffy terrycloth robe, Karen made her way downstairs to greet Terri.

Terri: “It looks like the key did the trick.”

Karen blushed. She knew she looked like she had just had wild jungle sex and her pussy was still leaking its juices down her leg.

Terri: “Don’t worry about it. It’s perfectly natural. You have needs and Tom isn’t fulfilling them. Here’s a little gift for you. I love these things. Try them and see if you like them. Return them whenever you can.”

Karen watched as Terry pulled a set of handcuffs out of her purse.

Karen: “I already have two pairs of handcuffs.”

Terri: “No like these, I’d bet. The locking mechanism is a timer. You set how long you want them to last and they unlock automatically. Here, I’ll show you.”

Karen observed as Terri demonstrated the locking mechanism and set the timer for 5 minutes. Karen fully expected Terri to make a move to lock her up, but was surprised when Terri snapped the cuffs on her own wrist and then secured her arms behind her own back. She hooked the cuffs with an ease and fluid motion of someone who had done that act many times before.

Karen: “You look like you have done that before.”

Terri: “It’s been a while since Jack and I played this way. I always enjoyed being tied up and at someone else’s mercy.”

Terri smiled as she delivered the last line. Karen didn’t miss her meaning as Terri continued taunting her.

Terri: “Look at the timer. I’m completely defenseless until the clock hits zero. You can even turn off the timer by hitting the red button.”

Terri pulled her shoulders up and twisted her hands as if to encourage Karen to take advantage of the situation.

Karen looked longingly at her neighbor. Terri was beautiful, smart and obviously into wild sex. She was the perfect complement to Karen. It took all of Karen’s willpower not to drop her robe and force Terri to service her. Karen understood Terri’s statement about being at someone else’s mercy. That was her fantasy too and she just didn’t think she could dominate another woman.

After 5 minutes, the locking mechanism clicked and Terri removed the cuffs.

Terri: “You missed a great opportunity.”

Karen: “I’m more of a get tied up kind of gal.”

Terri: “That can be arranged.”

In a flash, the handcuffs were around Karen’s wrists. Her arms were in front of her and her robe had started to fall open. Karen’s pussy began to gush at the thought of submitting to her neighbor.

Terri: “The timer isn’t set. I have the key back at my house. I’ll be back by 9 in the morning. You are going to make breakfast. Good night.”

With that, Terri turned and left. Karen was confused. First Terri practically threw herself at Karen and then, when she had the advantage, she left. Karen was worn out from her day and figured things would make more sense in the morning. She climbed up the stairs and headed to the bedroom. With her hands cuffed in front of her, Karen couldn’t take off the robe so she resigned to sleeping in it. All night she dreamed of being taken and used. By morning she convinced herself that Jack must dominate Terri and that he would be coming over to take possession of her as well. Karen woke up early. She was determined not to masturbate before Terri came over. She went about getting breakfast ready. Cereal, fruit, juice and bread ready in the toaster. It wasn’t a feast, but it was all she had in the house. She looked at the clock. It was 8:45.

Karen paced the floor waiting for Terri to arrive. At 9:15 she started to get worried. At 9:30 she went upstairs to see if she could gleam any information from the Hoffman’s house. Looking through her binoculars, all Karen could see was Billie lounging by the pool in a very tiny bikini and Sam lifting weights. Because she didn’t have a good view of any of the windows, Karen could not find Terri. Karen kept scanning from the back yard to the front hoping to catch Terri walking to her house. As she kept up her surveillance, Karen found herself spending less time looking at the house and more time looking at Sam. Her pussy began moistening as he continued to stress his muscles. Even Billie started looking good to her. Just as Karen was getting lost in a fantasy of submitting to the two kids, Terri appeared and the reason for her delay became obvious. Terri was dressed in a tiny French Maid’s outfit and was carrying a tray of drinks to her kids. Sam was the first to take a glass. As she reached Billie, Terri bent over to lower the tray. Her costume rode up revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. It also revealed that her butt had been recently spanked. Very recently spanked. It was bright red and looked very painful. Karen’s pussy flooded at the sight. Jack was still out of town. Whoever spanked her must still be in the house. Karen decided then and there to take advantage of Terri if the opportunity presented itself. She had held out from formally cheating on Tom for almost 20 years. No more could she suppress her needs.

Karen sprinted to the toy cabinet and rummaged around for a big black dildo she reserved for special occasions. She moved back to the window and bent over. With her hands holding the dildo, she couldn’t use the binoculars any more. She squinted to get a better view. Sam and Billie were still outside, but she couldn’t see Terri. No matter, she could still see Sam, the primary focus of her lust, although the image of Terri in the maid’s costume was fighting for attention. Bending forward was not ideal for the quick deep penetration Karen wanted so she lay back on the chaise and spread her legs wide.

Karen was going to town on her pussy when a figure appeared at the door. Karen looked up to see Terri standing there. Her costume had been replaced with leather pants and a tank top.

Terri: “Sorry I’m late. Is breakfast ready?”

Karen couldn’t speak and her hands did not slow down. Terri noticed the binoculars on the windows sill and picked them up. Looking out the windows, she quickly deduced the only thing would seeing would be her back yard.

Terri: “Have you been looking at my kids?”

Karen nodded her head.

Terri: “They turned you on this much?”

Karen: “I also saw you in the maid’s costume.”

Terri nodded her head then walked over to the chaise. She grabbed Karen’s bound wrist and pulled the dildo out of her pussy. She then proceeded to push it into Karen’s mouth.

Terri: “Clean your juices and listen.”

Karen licked the head of the dildo as Terri held it above her mouth.

Terri: “Obviously you like to be tied up and unless I miss my guess, want someone to dominate you.”

Karen nodded, her throat stuffed with fake cock. Terri pulled Karen’s hands above her head and held them in place with her left hand. With her right hand, Terri untied the sash around Karen’s robe and pulled back the sides revealing her naked body. Terri then began running the fingers of her right hand along Karen’s slit before finally pushing two inside the quivering woman.

Terri: “Yes you do like this.”

Karen noticed Terri’s voice had changed. She now had the same hypnotic monotone Jack had used on the DVD. Karen was looking intently at Terri’s have while Terri’s fingers continued to manipulate her pussy.

Terri: “From now on, you’re going to be my little slave girl.”

A new flood of juices greeted Terri’s fingers at the pronouncement.

Terri: “You’re going to cum soon. You’re going to cum for your mistress and when you do, you will know you are mine. You are a slut and you need me to teach you the errors of your wicked ways.”

Karen was moaning and rocking back and forth. She knew every word Terri spoke was true.

Terri: “You will serve my pussy whenever I command. Your sole purpose will be to pleasure me whenever I want. If you are a good slave, I will reward you. If you are bad, you will be punished. Now cum for me my slut.”

Karen didn’t need any encouragement. Her pussy clamped down on Terri’s fingers and her body went rigid. Terri pulled her fingers free and began slapping Karen’s clit. The sensation was exsquisite and Karen’s body bounced on the bed as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her. Terri watched in amazement as Karen’s body shook for what seemed like several minutes with primal noises emanating from her mouth. She had never seen a woman cum so hard. In a way, she was jealous.

After Karen calmed down, Terri removed the handcuffs.

Terri: “You should rest for a while. I’ll send you an email in a little while with my expectations of you.”

Karen just nodded, shut her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Terri walked out of the house and left the front door unlocked, just as she had done the night before. Back at her house, Billie quizzed her how things had gone.

Terri: “She’s hooked. Give her a chance to sleep awhile and then you can have your turn.”

Chapter 02

Karen woke a short time later, her thighs sticky with her juices. She remembered Terri appearing at her door and cumming very forcefully when Terri made her promise to be her sex slave. Karen’s first stop was to her computer to check for Terri’s email. There was no message waiting for her, although Billie was sitting in her bedroom monitoring Karen’s webcam. When she saw the older woman sit down, she clicked send on her message. The message was short and to the point.

“Slave,” it began. “You will find a package on your front doorstep. Don’t get dressed. Open the door naked. Retrieve the package and follow the instructions inside.” It was signed “Your mistress.”

Karen read the message twice. Although she had cum very hard, she wasn’t ready to submit completely to her neighbor. She replied as such via the email and waited to see what Terri’s response would be. Billie had to chuckle. She already had a response written. She had expected Karen to play hardball.

“Slave, that is not an option. Open the attached video file. Believe me when I say this is not the only one I have. I also have a list of all the websites you have been visiting and the fantasies you have been posting. You belong to me.”

Karen’s heart sank when she read the message. She was trapped and she knew it. Her mind might have been reeling, but her body was responding much more favorably. It was with no small measure of disgust that Karen realized she was wet again. Karen watched the video clip of herself bouncing on the dildo in front of her laptop several times. Although there was no sound, her lips could clearly be read. She was repeating “Fuck me Sam” over and over. Her perverted needs had finally trapped her. Why couldn’t she have just had an affair like the other members of her social circle?

Karen waited as long as she dared before heading downstairs. As instructed, she was naked. Karen peaked through the curtains to see if anybody was on the street. She didn’t see anyone, but she knew she was being watched. A medium sized box was positioned about 6 feet from the door. Karen made sure the door wasn’t going to lock behind her and made a mad dash for the package. In her mind, the whole neighborhood was watching. Unlike the last time she was naked in front of her house, the bright sun shone on her. Under different circumstances, Karen might have thought it felt good. Today her only concern was getting back inside as quick as possible.

Once she reached the relative safety of her house, Karen sat down on the living room couch and opened the box. On the top of a pile of various items was an instruction sheet. It clearly listed what Karen needed to do in order to be in compliance with her mistress’ orders.

1) Turn the couch around so it faces the window.

2) Move the couch back to the center of the room.

3) Place the coffee table five feet in front of the couch.

4) Remove the items from the box.

5) Place the restraint straps on the couch.

6) Place the blindfold and ball gag on the couch also.

7) Place the remaining items on the table.

8) Place them in the following order – flogger, crop, nipple clamps, butt plug, vibrator, paddle, strap-on, hood, handcuffs, digital camera.

Karen looked at the list closely. It contained all of the items straight out of one of her fantasy postings on the internet. While she wasn’t thrilled with being blackmailed, she could not deny she was excited at the prospects promised by these items. Karen quickly followed the instructions. She contemplated putting the table items out of order to see what her mistress would say. In the end, she decided to follow the instructions and made sure the items were not only in order, but that the bottom of each item was precisely aligned with the other items. After she finished, she noticed additional instructions on the back of the paper.

1) Take the straps and hook the loops under each leg of the couch.

2) You will notice one strap is different than the others. It is for the back left leg.

3) Make sure the door is unlocked.

4) Sit in the middle of the couch with your butt hanging over the front.

5) Hook your left leg into the cuff and tighten the slack.

6) Do the same for your right leg. If your legs are not spread as wide as they can go, you will be punished.

7) Strap the ball gag into your mouth. It had better be tight.

8) Place the blindfold over your eyes. No cheating, I will know.

9) Hook your right and into the cuff and tighten the slack.

10)  Your left hand will be a challenge. You will not be able to remove the slack which is why it is shorter to begin. Insert your wrist and don’t remove it.

11)  I will be there soon to check on your progress.

Karen did not hesitate to begin binding herself to her couch. Fortunately she was still flexible enough to attach both ankle cuffs with relative ease. She was less enthusiastic about attaching the ball gag. She had never been gagged before and didn’t particularly want to start now. She had seen other women wearing such devices in her downloaded videos and they never looked comfortable. After securing the gag, a little looser than absolutely possible, she picked up the blindfold. Karen knew from past experience her other senses would become more acute when she lost her sense of sight.  Through her self bondage activities she had come to enjoy wearing a blindfold and quickly attached it into the proper position.

Once her sight was blocked, finding the third strap was a bit of a challenge. Before hooking her right arm, Karen figured she better find the left strap. Once both straps were positioned in the same way where Karen could easily find them, she secured her right hand and removed the slack. She then fumbled around just a bit before finding the final strap and sliding her wrist through its fur lined cuff. Thus completed, Karen was now quite effectively tied to her own couch, naked, spread eagled, blind and mute. She waited patiently for her mistress to arrived, her mind aglow with dirty thoughts of what was going to happen to her and what she would be forced to do.

Karen waited and waited. Time seemed to stand still. With no frame of reference she could have been sitting there 15 minutes or 15 hours. Finally she heard the door slowly open. What she didn’t hear were the sounds of footsteps, but suddenly she did feel the back of a woman’s hand caress her cheek. The touch was electric. Karen arched her back reflexively, but the hand was pulled away. In its place, a single, delicate finger began tracing a route down her neck, between her breasts and stopping just before the top of Karen’s now dripping pussy.

The tantalizing finger paused as if its owner was contemplating her options before it was removed leaving Karen aching for its return. The 10 seconds of contact had Karen anxious for more, but it was not to be. Left without contact or audible information, Karen could only imagine her mistress checking the table to make sure she followed her instructions to the letter. Without warning, the strap holding Karen’s left arm was pulled tight, her only avenue for escape now cut off.

As Karen adjusted to the new tension in her left arm, she felt her mistress’ finger return to her left hand. Her mistress was now behind the couch, slowly, ever so slowly, drawing her finger up Karen’s left arm. When she reached the back to Karen’s neck, Karen sensed her mistress bending down and then felt an enticing breeze as her mistress blew gently onto her neck. Karen felt her hair stand on end as a shiver traveled the length of her spine. The finger then continued its journey down Karen’s left arm. To this point, her mistress had not said a word. She didn’t need to. Karen’s desire was growing by the moment.

After the teasing finger reached her right hand, it once again disappeared. Again Karen sensed her mistress had taken up a position behind her. Instead of her mistress’ hot breath on her neck, this time she felt the strong grip of both her mistress’ hands. Her mistress began giving her a gentle neck massage, a wholly pleasurable, if out of place feeling. Karen thought back to the days when Tom would rub her neck in the same way and simply began to melt against the gentle touch. Sensing her relaxing state, the hands began to move forward down Karen’s chest until they reached her waiting breasts. Karen’s chest began heaving as the knowing hands began to manipulate her breasts and tweak her nipples. Although she was gagged, the muffled sounds coming from behind the ball were unmistakable ones of pleasure. The arousing caresses continued for several minutes until the hands began to slide further down Karen’s body. As her mistress neared her pussy, Karen felt her mistress’ breasts make contact with the back of her head as she stretched to reach her goal. Karen felt the same pressure as before, just an ever so gentle touch, running the length of her pussy lips. Her entire body was on fire and her juices were flowing freely over the cushion. Karen began rotating her hips as much as her bonds would allow, silently begging the finger to do more. Gloriously the finger dipped inside Karen’s folds, although only briefly. Quickly withdrawn, Karen lost track of the finger and felt her mistress standing up once again. Almost as fast, the finger was back, this time smearing Karen’s scent under her nose. Karen could feel the moist droplets of her arousal and she knew her scent was filling the room.

Karen, lost in the eroticism of her situation, lost track of where her mistress was located. Her wonderment didn’t last long as she felt the sting of the crop contact her left breast. The leather tip made only a glancing blow on her nipple, but it felt as if someone had lit her breast on fire. Karen howled into the gag and prayed there would not be a repeat performance. Instead of a second strike, Karen felt the end of the crop repeating the travels the finger had taken just minutes before. Light love taps of the crop on her inner thighs, pussy lips and nipples kept Karen guessing about when the next hard blow might occur. The crop began to pay special attention to her winking asshole. It wasn’t striking Karen with much force, but its location made Karen worry. Anal play was certainly not in her plan, but she was in no position to argue. The anal plug she had removed from the box seemed huge, although as Karen would learn over time, it really wasn’t.

Karen felt a cool gel squirt onto the skin surrounding her asshole. This had not been in the box so her mistress must have brought it. Karen wondered what other things had been added she didn’t know about. Her mistress’ finger returned, although this time it was much more insistent as it smeared the gel around its target. As the finger began pushing its way into her ass, Karen reflexively clamped down hard. An immediate spank on her butt check was the response. Karen relaxed, but only temporarily. As the finger began pushing again, she tensed again and got another spank. Finally buried to the knuckle, the finger began wiggling around spreading the gel. The finger then pulled out and once again was drawn under Karen’s nose. This time the smell was not as pleasant.

Karen knew what was coming and tried to stay relaxed. She knew the plug was going in her and tried to make the best of it. Four times as her ass stretched around the tapered plug she clenched and four times she suffered a spank. Each one was more forceful than the last, the sting having a direct neurological path to her pussy. Eventually the taper pushed past her sphincter and her ass clamped around the plug. Karen then felt a loving hand caressing her ass, apparently pleased the plug was finally in position.

Karen felt the couch cushion begin to compress on either side of her and sensed her mistress was straddling the couch in front of her. This reaction was confirmed as a wet pussy began to rub against the gag in her mouth. Instantly Karen tried to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, but she was thwarted by the ball strapped to her face. Her mistress seemed happy to rub her pussy against Karen’s gagged mouth and occasionally taking time to rub against Karen’s nose, eyes and forehead. In the end, Karen felt her mistress powerfully grab her head and ride her face while she came. Her mistress’ moans of pleasure were the first sounds Karen had heard since the encounter began and for some reason, Karen registered a thought that the pitch was too high for Terri’s voice. As Billie climbed off Karen’s bound form, she smiled at her brother who now advanced on his neighbor.

Once again Karen felt a touch on her arm, only this time it was a masculine hand moving up her arm and then behind her. She thought Jack wasn’t due back until late afternoon, but he must have changed his plans after Terri told him about the night before. The hand roughly moved over and around Karen’s head, her shock of another person being in the room barely fading before he forcefully grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. After the squeeze the hands firmly grabbed her nipples and pulled them outward. Had she not been gagged, Karen certainly would have screamed, although her reaction was clearly visible to the two teenagers looking at her. A short time later, the breast mauling ceased and Karen sensed movement in the room. Once again she felt the cushions of the couch begin to compress while at the same time she felt the buckle of the gag being removed. As the ball was pulled free, Karen tried to stretch her jaw muscles, but almost immediately she felt a hard cock pressing into her. Karen did her best to begin servicing the dick, but clearly the owner had no interest in her oral talents. He began to power his cock in and out of her mouth much like she had always dreamed of having her pussy taken. Whoever was savaging her obviously had been turned on by her mistress’ actions and had no interest in subtleties. Karen began to gag as the penis forced its way to the back of her throat. With no ability to protect herself, Karen found herself wishing he would simply finish, even if that meant taking his load in this humiliating way. She soon got her wish and the cock unloaded its purchase into the helpless woman’s mouth. She felt the man slowly begin to withdraw his cock as the final spurts shot forth and as it popped free from her lips, felt her mistress’ hands reach from behind her head and hold her mouth shut. Karen was left with no choice but to swallow the foul liquid, a task she had always detested.

Karen then heard a sound she had been longing for, the sound of the vibrator turning on full speed. As the hands holding her mouth released their grip and once again traveled to her breasts, Karen heard the buzzing sound move behind the couch and then become muffled. The hands on her breasts began a very sensual pattern on her tender nipples as her mistress began taking her pleasure on the vibrating toy. Her mistress’ hot breath danced on the side of her Karen’s neck, her moans of pleasure taunting her bound victim. Karen tried to arch her back to increase the pressure on her nipples, but the tension in the straps was too strong. Soon, too soon by Karen’s estimate her mistress came again, grabbing Karen’s breasts hard as she shook against the back of the couch.

After cumming for the second time, her mistress removed her hands and gave Karen’s cheek a playful slap.

“Please mistress, I need to cum!” Karen begged.

She was met with silence as the vibrator was turned off. To her joy, she soon felt the tip of the vibrator pressing against her pussy lips. Karen humped her hips as much as she could to signal her approval.

“Yes do it! Please do it!”

Instead of the vibrator, she felt the sting of the crop on her thigh.

“You have a choice, slut,” Billie began. “Beg for me to use this crop on your precious clit until you cum or wait until my mom services you tomorrow.”

Karen instantly recognized the voice and realized her arrangement with Terri was not as private as she had thought. She contemplated the situation. In her mind, she could say she would wait and then after Billie, and probably Sam, oh my God, the cock belonged to Sam, left, she could service herself.

“I choose to wait until tomorrow,” Karen stated confidently.

“That is your choice,” Billie replied with a menacing tone.

Karen wondered if that had been a wise choice as she felt her restraints being loosened and finally removed. As she started to stand, Karen was pushed back onto the couch. She then felt two strong hands, it must be Sam she thought, grab her ankles and lift her legs before pinning them back against her chest. Karen felt Billie’s hands grab the base of the plug and begin pulling it out. In the midst of the revelations that she was being molested by her neighbor’s kids, Karen had forgotten her ass was full of plastic. Billie made her remember in a hurry as she quickly pulled the plug out without giving Karen’s ass time to adjust.

“Ouch!” screamed Karen.

“Just shut up,” respond Billie. “You chose to wait remember. You need to go to the bathroom. Now that the plug is out, you are going to need to shit.”

Sam dropped Karen’s legs and was walked to the bathroom, each arm held by one of her attackers. Karen was sat down on the toilet like a child being potty trained and in a way she was. She was still blindfolded and now she was being told when to go to the bathroom and where. Although she couldn’t see Billie and Sam, she knew they were there watching her.

“Come on slut, we don’t have all day,” chimed Sam. It was the first words he had said.

Karen willed herself to relax. Finally a small stream of pee splashed into the bowl, followed by a torrent and finally the splash of her feces. Relieved that the pressure in her bowels had been removed, Karen stood up and wiped herself off. The humiliation was intense and she was glad she could not see the kid’s faces. She heard the toilet flush and was led back into the living room. This time she was positioned on her knees leaning over the back of the couch. Billie and Sam took turns turning her ass bright red with the paddle. The harder they hit her, the more turned on Karen became. She was certain she would be able to cum soon just from the paddling when it stopped.

“Don’t think I can’t tell what you are feeling slut. I know you better than you know yourself,” chided Billie.

Once again Karen felt the gel being applied to her now tender ass and once again the plug was unceremoniously inserted into her rectum. Karen then felt a belt being wrapped around her waist. She recognized the device as another chastity belt, only this time her ass was full instead of her pussy. The front of the belt held a cup pressed firmly over her pussy, covering her clit completely and sealing off any hope of stimulation. As Karen felt around the contraption, she noticed a small opening near the bottom of her pussy.

“That is so you can piss when you need to. Of course you can’t shit and you’ll start to stink like a homeless wino, but at least you can relieve yourself. Come to our house after your charity ball tonight and maybe we’ll take mercy on you,” snickered Billie.

Karen heard the lock click on the back of the belt and knew she was stuck. She had to attend the fundraiser, it was the entire reason she had stayed home. She had to represent Tom’s company and make a sizeable donation. What she had not planned was standing on a stage in front of a thousand people with a butt plug up her ass and a chastity belt preventing her of releasing the aching need in her pussy.

Karen heard the front door open and close and finally removed the blindfold. The couch was stained with her juices and the entire room reeked of sex. Karen looked at herself in the hall mirror. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup was smeared over her face. Around her waist was the locked leather chastity belt. Karen tried to force a finger behind the strap cupping her pussy. She was in desperate need of an orgasm, but the belt was too tight and she could not get any satisfaction. Franticly, Karen sought another way to get her sexual relief. Spying the dining room table, she bent herself over and furiously began to hump the corner in hopes of rubbing the belt against her clit. Alas, the lack of slack in the belt also meant it would not slide even under the tremendous pressure she was applying. Slumping into one of the chairs, Karen began to cry in frustration.

For the rest of the afternoon, Karen felt like she was in a daze. She tried to watch a movie, but it held no interest for her. The dull ache in her ass continued to remind her of the position she was in. She decided to clean the house a bit, especially the living room, but every time she looked at the couch, the memories of her debasement flooded back to her and made her need to cum ever stronger. Finally around 4pm she decided to get ready for the fundraiser.

In her bedroom, Karen began to transform herself from wanton slut back to respectable socialite. Her first step was to relieve her bladder. She was very worried about smelling like urine, so instead of sitting normally on the toilet, Karen squatted over the seat backwards facing the tank. For some reason she thought this would allow her urine to flow through the small opening in the belt easier, although it didn’t work. As her flow hit the sides of the belt, her urine splashed all around like a sprinkler head on the end of a garden hose. “At least I’m at home,” she thought allowing her to clean the belt and her legs as much as possible. Karen wanted to shower with the belt on, but figured that was a bad idea, so she concentrated on fixing her hair, reapplying make-up and wearing enough perfume to mask her wild woman scent. The task was not easy. She would have preferred to shower and wash her hair, but in the end, Karen though she looked “normal,” beautiful even.

For the evening’s activities she chose a formal light blue gown. She had put her hair up, more as a concession to not being able to anything better than as a statement of formality. Her make-up was simple and tasteful, her skin radiating a confident beauty. Karen was going to be back in her element tonight, even if she was wearing the plug. At 5:30 Karen set off for the banquet hall. The event was mostly a blur. Small talk on worthless topics. Every cliché about “high society” was on display. As Karen moved through the attendees being the dutiful wife representing her husband, she never lost the intense sexual feeling of having her ass full. She couldn’t remember who she talked to or what she said, but she clearly remembered every movement of the plug caused by every step she took. By the time it was her turn to give a short speech about the company’s donation, her pussy was once again leaking and her face was flush. Fortunately Karen could blame a fear of public speaking for her blushing cheeks and she was glad the smells from the dinner masked her more intimate musk.

She had given this type of speech many times before and gave this one on autopilot. The text would not inspire anyone, but it was likely most people we’re not really paying attention anyway. Quickly after concluding her announcements and presenting a large novelty check to the organizers, Karen said her goodbyes and hustled back to her car. With every step the butt plug hit a new nerve ending sending shivers of anticipation flowing through her. She had to get home quickly.

Karen drove straight to the Hoffman’s house. She didn’t bother going home to change. She need to cum and to cum right then. Terri greeted her at the door and invited her inside. She was wearing a cute camisole and panty set, a little strange for 8:30 in the evening, but given what Karen had been through during the last two days, she didn’t think anything out of the ordinary. Terri led Karen into the media room where she and Jack had been watching the movie 27 Dresses.

Jack: “Hi Karen. How are you?”

Karen noticed that Jack was dressed casually in a polo shirt and slacks. As Terri curled back up to him on the couch, Karen first noticed the contrast in their clothing styles.

Karen: “I’m good. Billie asked me to stop over on my way home.”

Jack: “Oh, she’s not home right now. Is there anything we can help you with?”

At first Karen’s heart sank when she heard Billie wasn’t home. But then she figured this was all part of the Hoffman’s game. Karen looked down at Terri and then back at Jack trying to formulate an answer to his question. Before she could speak, Terri began explaining what was happening.

Terri: “Actually Jack, there is something Karen wants that we can help her with. Actually wants is not a strong enough word. Needs would be better. Karen is desperate to have an orgasm, aren’t you my dear?”

Jack looked up at Karen, a broad smile breaking across his face.

Jack: “Are you saying what I think you are saying? I didn’t think Karen was into that.”

Terri: “Yes that is exactly what I am saying. Karen here is a regular submissive slut. She went to her charity thing with a butt plug filling her ass and now she is here to get fucked. Isn’t that right slave?”

Karen stammered but finally found her voice.

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Terri: “Good. As Jack said, Billie isn’t here and I’m afraid she has the key to your belt. So why don’t you make yourself useful and lick my pussy.”

Terri sat upright and spread her legs. As she and Jack continued watching the movie, Karen knelt down, taking care to not damage her gown and bent over putting her head in Terri’s lap. Terri reached down and pulled her panty over giving Karen access to her pussy. With her other hand, Terri gentle stroked Karen’s head as if she was showing affection to a family pet. Karen’s pussy was on fire at the kinkiness of the situation. She was in a formal gown, eating the pussy of her neighbor while the neighbor’s sat next to her watching a movie, all the while, waiting for the neighbor’s 18 year old daughter to come home and pull a butt plug out of her ass. The situation was not lost on Terri who was quickly succumbing to Karen’s talented tongue. Terri was rocking on the couch, her own orgasm just moments away.

Terri: “She’s good honey. We’re going to have so much fun with her.”

Jack: “I’m glad you’re happy. Now I know why you were so adamant about not sucking my cock earlier. I was going to spank you for your disobedience, but know I see it was all to preserve this wonderful surprise.”

Karen felt wicked hearing her friends talk about her as a sexual object and redoubled her efforts to make Terri climax. She was quickly rewarded with a mouthful of girl cum as Terri clamped her legs around Karen’s head and rocked through a quality orgasm. Karen kept her mouth glued to Terri’s pussy as her mistress played jockey and she played the saddle. After she was finished, Terri told Karen to take care of Jack.

Karen looked over to see Jack’s wonderful cock, the same cock she had fantasized about, sticking straight out of her pants ready to greet her. He obviously had enjoyed the sight of Karen servicing his wife and the promise of the same treatment for himself. Karen pivoted on her knees and began to nibble the tip. Unlike his son, Jack seemed content to sit back and let Karen to all the work. Karen was busy giving Jack a sloppy wet blowjob as Terri stood up and walked out of the room. Once Jack’s shaft was suitably wet with her saliva, Karen started stroking it with her right hand while resuming her knob nibbling with her mouth. Karen employed a twisting motion with her hand which was driving Jack crazy.

Karen noticed Terri had returned, but didn’t see the SLR digital camera in her hand. Jack had begun breathing hard and Karen knew it wouldn’t be long before she was rewarded with the second load of spunk for the day. Karen had enjoyed pleasing Jack much more than when Sam used her mouth this morning. At least tonight, Karen felt she had a part in Jack’s pleasure as opposed to just being a receptacle. Jack was breathing harder and harder when Terri interjected.

Terri: “Switch hands on his cock, slut.”

Karen didn’t understand why that mattered, but did as she was told. With a final grunt, Jack announced the impending arrival of his orgasm. Karen felt his hand grab the back of her head and expected him to force her down on his cock. To her surprise, he pulled her head up and began to squirt shot after shot of man goo at her face. At the same time, a bright flash of light announced the presence of Terri and her camera. Karen looked to the left trying to give Terri a look of displeasure, but to the camera, all it saw was a tramp with a facial. Later when she would see the pictures, Karen would understand why Terri had her switch hands on Jack’s penis. Clearly visible, sparkling in the artificial light of the flash, was Karen’s wedding ring. As she turned her face, Karen unknowingly let a large drop of cum drip straight onto the center of the ring. The too was captured by the all seeing lens of the camera. There was no doubt Karen had sucked off a cock while in her fundraising gown, although the owner of the cock in question was not visible.

Karen was left kneeling on the floor, her face covered in cum. Jack stood up and walked to the bathroom while Terri checked the pictures on the camera’s preview screen.

Karen: “Mistress?”

Terri: “Yes slut?”

Karen: “Do you really not have the key to my belt? I really need to cum.”

Terri: “No, I really don’t. You’ve been a good sport today, though. I’ll call Billie and see when she is coming home.”

Karen stayed kneeling as Terri got up and retrieved her cell phone. After a short exchange, she walked back and gave Karen the phone.

Karen: “Hello.”

Billie: “Why are you bothering me slut?”

Karen: “Please mistress. I’ve been good and I need to cum.”

Billie: “So do you want me to leave my party and rescue you?”

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Billie: “I’ll make you a deal. If you do as I say, I’ll let you cum.”

Karen: “Thank you mistress. I’ll do anything for you.”

Billie: “Say goodbye to my parents and go home. I assume my dad blew a load on your face. He likes to do that. Don’t wash it off. I want it to dry on your face. When you get home, strip out of your clothes. Go back to the living room, make sure the lights are on, the blinds are open and the front door is unlocked. Next I want you to take your handcuffs and bind your hands behind your back. Finally I want you to kneel on the couch with your ass pointing toward the window and your legs spread wide. Lean over the back of the couch and wait for me.”

Karen: “Yes mistress. I will see you at my house.”

Karen went back to her house and did as she was instructed. She waited and waited, never changing her posture. She was trying had to be a good girl, but her legs and back were starting to ache. Just when she thought she couldn’t last another minute, she heard the door open and close.

Billie: “What do we have here? A naked slut waiting for us.”

Karen: “Us mistress? Is Sam with you?”

Billie: “No, not Sam. My friend Stacey is here. She didn’t believe me when I said you would be here waiting. We had a bet.”

Karen: “A bet?”

Billie: “I bet $100 that you would be in the exact position you are when we got home. Stacey is out $100 so I told her you would lick her pussy as a consolation prize.”

Karen: “Of course mistress.”

Stacey: “Damn, she is a slut just like you said.”

Karen felt the lock on her belt being released and the straps being removed.

Stacey: “You weren’t kidding when you said her ass was full. How long has that been in there?”

Billie: “About 9 hours. We better let her go to the bathroom before we start our fun.”

Karen was relieved to be out of the chastity belt, although having a stranger watch Billie pull the butt plug out of her ass tempered her joy. The plug pulled out easier than the last time, although a strong stench of poo filled the room.

Billie: “Damn girl. Get to the bathroom and get rid of that!”

Karen: “Can you remove the handcuff, mistress.”

Billie: “No, I like you in those. I will not have to watch you in the bathroom to make sure you don’t play with that dirty pussy of yours. It will give you more of a challenge to wipe your ass too.”

Karen didn’t argue any further. She stood up and walked to the powder room on the main floor. As she did her business, Karen wondered what plans Billie and Stacey had for her. Karen carefully cleaned her backside and then casually strolled to back to the living room. Billie and Stacey were not there and neither were the toys previously spread on the coffee table. Karen listened for a sign of where they were, but heard nothing. She decided to head upstairs where she found two naked teenagers sitting on the edge of Katie’s bed.

Karen: “Please Billie, not in here.”

Billie: “It’s about time this room saw some action.”

Billie then spread her legs and drew her finger over her pussy lips. Karen understood the meaning and dropped to her knees.

Billie: “See I told you she would do it.”

Stacey watched as Karen began licking Billie’s pussy. She didn’t understand why Billie had control over the beautiful middle aged woman, but she was fascinated by the relational dynamic between them. Stacey had several boyfriends through high school and was not a virgin, but she had never been serviced orally before. Her innocent pussy began to moisten in anticipation of having Karen service her. Stacey had never masturbated in front of someone else, but as Billie’s groans of pleasure began to fill the bedroom, she lost her inhibitions and began fingering her clit. Stacey was becoming more and more turned on by the lurid show before her and soon became concerned that she would cum before the more experienced Billie. Stacey didn’t want Billie to see her cum while watching her. She only wanted to cum when Karen did her thing. Her solution was to sit on her hands and try to wait patiently. Stacey’s pussy was wetter than she ever remembered; certainly wetter than it had been with any of her boyfriend’s feeble attempts to please her sexually.

Billie held out for as long as she could. She loved every second of dominating her high and mighty neighbor and wanted Karen to work for her reward. But eventually, Karen’s tongue proved too talented and Billie began to climax. Stacey wanted nothing more that to rub her own pussy as she watched her friend quiver and shake in satisfaction, but she fought her urges and held off. As Billie calmed down, she looked at Karen and simply pointed toward Stacey. Karen didn’t stand up, but simply moved laterally and began licking her third pussy of the day.

Stacey knew she would cum soon and was trying to think of non-sexual things to delay the inevitable. She watched as Billie stood up and began attaching a strap-on they had brought to her waist. When she was finished, she walked back to Stacey and Karen and pulled Karen’s head from between Stacey’s legs.

Billie: “Get this ready to fuck your sloppy pussy and then you can continue with her.”

Karen took the dildo in her mouth, happy to finally be near the fucking she wanted all day. Stacey looked at her friend in awe. Although the dildo was hardly huge by strap-on standards, it was much bigger than the cocks Stacey had encountered. Satisfied that the phallus was properly lubricated, Billie pushed Karen’s head off the fake dick and back in the direction of Stacey’s waiting pussy. Taking up position behind Karen, Billie slowly drew the head of the strap-on along Karen’s waiting pussy lips.

Karen: “Please mistress. I need it bad.”

Billie responded by just easing the tip into her waiting love channel.

Billie: “Not just yet. My friend hasn’t cum.”

Karen groaned in frustration. Billie retorted by pushing at most an inch into Karen and then slowly pulled back out. Karen got the message and began servicing Stacey with renewed vigor.  As Stacey’s moans became more pronounced, Billie allowed Karen a couple of tantalizing extra inches. She never built a rhythm, however, leaving Karen dripping with need and no satisfaction.

Finally Stacey let go, grabbing Karen’s head the same way she had seen Billie do 15 minutes earlier. Billie was happy to see her friend finally be given a proper orgasm and rewarded Karen by plunging the dildo to the hilt in her pussy. Karen tensed at the sudden invasion, arching her back and pulling her head up from between Stacey’s legs. Stacey looked down at Karen and saw an expression of pure pleasure as she was finally filled the way her mind had fantasized. Stacey, in fact, wondered if she too could feel that way and hoped Billie would fuck her too.

Karen was taking no chances that Billie would pull out before she had a chance to cum and rocked her hips as hard has she could forcing herself up and down Billie’s dildo. Seeing how Karen was taking the lead, Billie smiled at Stacey and simply held her hips firm letting the older woman bounce and take her pleasure. Both girls were amazed at Karen’s stamina as she rode the fake cock to orgasm after orgasm, never pausing, only slowing down briefly as her core was shattered by the emotional release pent up for so long. Finally as Karen slowed down and Billie pulled her strap-on out of a gratefully satisfied pussy. Karen slumped to the floor as Billie stood over her, the victorious conqueror, her weapon glistening with the vanquished juices. Still in awe, Stacey found herself joining Karen on the floor and taking Billie’s cock into her mouth. She had never tasted another woman before and wanted to know Karen flavor.

Billie looked down at her friend licking her dick and began seeing new possibilities for their relationship. They had talked about sex often enough and Stacey had confessed her lack of experience, but until today, she really had not expressed much of a lesbian tendency. 

Billie: “Do you want my cock too?”

Stacey: “Yes I do. Fuck me like you fucked her.”

Karen was still pretty out of it and lying on the floor as Billie positioned Stacey on the bed and drove the strap-on into her missionary style. Billie knew she was ruining Stacey for any of the worthless high school guys who kept trying to get in her pants. By the time she was done, Billie knew Stacey would be another committed slave to her growing harem. Stacey was taking a pounding like she never had before. The few high school boys she allowed inside of her always squirted within a couple of minutes. Billie kept pounding her until she begged Billie to stop. Once again the dildo was glistening with girl cum and once again Stacey gladly cleaned as payment for her friend’s effort.

After they were done, Stacey and Billie went back to the living room and got dressed. Billie picked up her toy bag she had brought with and pulled out a collar and leash.

Billie: “Go put this on Karen and bring her down.”

Stacey returned a few minutes later with Karen in tow. Billie pointed to the floor and Karen quickly knelt.

Billie: “You’re coming home with me tonight, slut. I don’t want you staying home fingering that skanky pussy all night. Follow us and crawl like the dog you are.”

Karen didn’t hesitate. She was beyond rational thought. She eagerly followed as Billie led her out of her house as if a forty-something woman being led crawling and naked up the street was a normal occurrence. Stacey and Billie were laughing the way high school girls laugh as they led Karen up the sidewalk to Billie house. Once inside, Karen crawled up the stairs to the second floor and into the master bedroom. Karen looked up and saw Terri strapped spread eagled to the bed as Jack pummeled her defenseless pussy. Billie said goodnight as if a daughter walking in on her parent’s depraved scene was a completely natural act. Jack turned her head to say goodnight and looked directly at Karen. He smiled a knowing smile. Tomorrow was going to be a good day at the Hoffman house.

Billie brought Karen into her room and quickly slipped a set of leather cuffs around her wrists securing her arms behind her back. She then attached another set of cuffs to her ankles with a hobble chain between them. Karen struggled to move as Billie positioned her on the floor at the end of the bed and attached a short chain to Karen’s collar. The other end of the chain was attached to the leg of Billie’s bed. This is where Karen would spend the night, dreaming of what would happen the next day and for the rest of her life.

Chapter 03

Karen did not sleep well Friday night. She was tired enough, but she just could not find a comfortable position on the floor, her neck chained to Billie’s bedpost. She tossed and turned while dreaming about how her life had changed and the changes yet to come. At 7am, a hand shook her shoulder and beckoned her to wake. Looking up she saw the smiling face of Valentina, the Hoffmann’s maid. Valentina was Brazilian by birth. She had come to America on an education visa three years ago, but had washed out of university life due to too many parties and not enough studying. Valentina had a body right off the beaches of Rio and knew how to flaunt it. Although she lived to party, she also had to live. She worked for a cleaning service six days a week. Besides the Hoffmann’s, she cleaned for two other families in the neighborhood. Karen knew the young woman usually worked for the Hoffmann’s on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. This week, however, she pushed Friday’s cleaning back a day to better prepare the house for Billie and Sam’s party. As Karen woke, she noticed Valentina unlocking the buckle on her collar.

Valentina: “Come on sleepyhead. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Karen liked the sound of that. She felt dirty after the night before. Karen willingly followed Valentina down the hall and into the bathroom. The hall bathroom was a little tight for two people, not that Karen minded having her body close to the exotic maid. Valentina turned on the water in the steam shower and slipped off her maid’s uniform. Karen drank in her beauty as she was ushered into the shower. Although the bathroom was on the small side, the shower was large enough for two. Valentina efficiently washed and scrubbed away the evidence of Karen’s activities from the day before. She washed her hair and exfoliated her skin using sea salt. Karen felt invigorated. Karen loved being pampered, although this was the first time it was being done by another naked woman. Having been discovered chained to the bedpost of a girl the same age as her daughter, Karen assumed Valentina was hip to the unique dynamics of the Hoffman family. Karen waited patiently for Valentina to put the moves on her, taking for granted that the maid was a willing participant to the erotic games at play. But other than joining her in the shower, Valentina was completely professional.

After she was cleaned, both women stepped out of the shower and Valentina began drawing a bath. She added scented oils which released an intoxicating aroma into the room. Karen thought she could easily be at a fancy spa with the treatment she was undergoing. Of course she was being prepared for something much different.

Karen lay down in the tub allowing the warm water to flow over her body. Valentina turned to a cabinet and returned with a straight razor and shaving cream. With a well practiced hand, Valentina shaved Karen’s legs, butt and finally her pussy. As she ran her hand over the now overheating older woman to check her handiwork, Valentina smiled. Karen was responding well to her program just as Terri had. Karen didn’t know the history of the Hoffman family, but Valentina was in fact the mastermind of their erotic games. She had been a wild child in her native Brazil and when she first came to America had continued her hedonistic ways. By the time she began working at the maid service to make ends meet, she had taken several American lovers, but never for very long. The young American men she dated looked at her more like a trophy and were unable to provide the funds she needed to live the lifestyle she desired.

When she went to work for the Hoffman’s, she saw an opportunity to insert herself into higher society. Her first task was to seduce Jack. As it turned out, this wasn’t as hard as she assumed it would be. She simply wore a skimpy maid’s outfit the first time Terri was out of town and he was home and soon she was on her back on the dining room table braying under the spell of his wonderful cock. She had not expected the level of pleasure Jack could provide and decided she needed something beyond sex to keep control of the relationship. She found her muse in Terri. The next week Jack was out of town and Terri was home. Wearing the same scant outfit, Valentina made sure to make herself look available to Terri. She could tell Terri was interested, but was not as forward as her husband had been. Valentina discovered that Terri not only had more than a passing bisexuality which had not been fully explored but was sexually submissive. In short order, Valentina had made Terri her sex slave. Jack, who knew his wife liked to be told what to do in bed, took to the news with enthusiasm as both he had Valentina took advantage of the situation to learn about bondage and discipline with the eager Terri.

Valentina planned to have Jack and Terri introduce her to their wealthy friends whom she could also seduce for her benefit. Karen was the obvious next conquest, but Valentina needed a way in. Sam and Billie provided that service. Valentina had been sleeping with Sam for some time. His youthful cock never failed to please her. Billie had walked in on them one afternoon and like her mother, was drawn to Valentina’s power. Unlike her mother, however, Billie was clearly dominant and a plan was hatched to ensnare Karen for their own sinful pleasures.

After Karen’s shaving was complete, Valentina dried her with a large fluffy towel. Karen wanted to make love to the exotic maid. Her body was alive after the pampering and her pussy had long ago begun to moisten.

Karen: “That was wonderful. How can I repay you?”

There was no mistaking the meaning of her offer. For her part, Valentina would have loved to push Karen to the floor and grind her pussy all over the wealthy slut’s face. But time was short and they had a lot to do that day before the party. Confidently Valentina reached out and drew a knowing finger over Karen’s now bare slit.

Valentina: “I know you would do anything I tell you right now.”

Karen’s legs began to buckle at the teasing digit’s stroke.

Valentina: “Perhaps later… If you are good.”

Karen: “I can be good and I can be bad.”

Valentina just smiled.

Valentina: “Wait here. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Karen wondered what kind of outfit she would be wearing. To her surprise, the maid returned with a tank top and pair of blue jeans. She also had a small plastic box. Karen noticed she didn’t have any underwear.

Valentina told Karen to bend over the bathroom counter and spread her legs. Karen gleefully complied longing to have the maid’s finger return to her now simmering pussy. Karen watched in the mirror as Valentina advanced on her, plastic box in hand. The Brazilian beauty pressed up against Karen pushing her down onto the counter.

Valentina: “You are going to be a good girl for me aren’t you?”

Karen: “Yes mam.”

Karen felt Valentina’s finger return to her slit, this time more insistent and she was penetrated for the first time in the day. Valentina held up her finger triumphantly showing Karen the glistening wetness oozing from her pussy. Valentina drew her finger across Karen’s upper lip, the smell filling her nostrils. Karen braced for what was next as Valentina opened the box. Although she had never seen a pair before, Karen knew what the Ben Wa balls were before the maid popped the in her mouth to warm them up. Valentina knelt down behind Karen and planted her lips squarely on Karen’s pussy before transferring the balls from her mouth to Karen’s vagina. The intrusion was pleasant for Karen, although she didn’t yet grasp the nature of the inserted toy.

After the balls were inserted, Valentina gave both of Karen’s butt cheeks a resounding slap and applied pressure to Karen’s thighs indicating she should move them together. She then took the pants and helped Karen slide them on. They were tight. Too tight for Karen’s taste as she had to hold her breath to button them. The rough denim irritated Karen’s pussy, the obvious reason for her lack of panties. Valentina then slipped the tank top over Karen’s prominent breasts. For a woman her age, Karen was proud of her breasts. Although she almost always wore a bra, her boobs were firm enough that she could go without in an emergency. What the tank top did not hide, was her painfully erect nipples. Ever since she had been bent over the countertop, Karen’s nipples had been hard. Now in the tank top, everyone would know. Given the balls in her pussy and denim rubbing her clit, Karen tacitly knew she was in for a long tease and that her nipple were going to be on display.

Valentina: “Oops, I forgot your shoes. Wait here.”

Karen stood admiring herself in the mirror. As she shifted her weight from foot to foot, she could feel the balls beginning to come to life. She wondered what it would feel like to walk with these little devils deep inside her. She wouldn’t have to wait for long. Valentina returned with a pair of 3” heeled shoes.

Valentina: “I don’t know how often you wear heels, so we will start you small.”

Karen looked at the shoes as they were slipped on her feet. She was no stranger to wearing heels, although at 3” these shoes looked like the highest pair she owned. She had one pair of boots with a higher heel, but she rarely wore them.

Valentina: “OK, let’s see you move.”

Karen wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, so she just walked around the room. As she began to take full steps, the rubbing of the denim and the balls made her pussy come alive as an audible gasp left her lips. Valentina smiled at her handiwork.

Valentina: “You look ready. Go downstairs to the kitchen and fix breakfast for the family. I need to help Terri get dressed.”

Valentina watched as Karen wobbled out of the room. Valentina was turned on by pampering Karen and dressing her. She knew Karen would have done anything she asked, but she wanted to tease Karen more and make her beg. Terri’s experienced tongue would take care of her this morning, as it did every morning she was at the Hoffman home.

Karen found each step she took more exciting that the last. She wondered how long she could last before she would orgasm. She knew if she, or someone else, so much as touched her pussy she would cum on the spot. In the kitchen, Karen found eggs and English muffins in the refrigerator and set out to make breakfast for the family. Soon the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the room and Karen had whipped the eggs in preparation of pouring them in the skillet. The muffins were in the toaster waiting and the table was set with a plate, knife, fork and a glass of orange juice.

One by one Billie, Sam and Jack came into the kitchen. For all the world things looked like as regular Saturday morning in suburbia only their highly aroused neighbor was making breakfast. Karen was dreaming about being thrown over the table and ravaged as she prepared the eggs and served the muffins, but the topic of conversation wasn’t about her, it was about the party, now some 12 hours hence.

Karen wasn’t sure what to do when all three of her new lovers had their breakfast. Should she join them as an equal or should she stand behind ready to serve them?

Fortunately Terri and Valentina entered the room. Terri and Karen were dressed in matching clothes and from the wiggle in her walk, Karen guessed Terri was similarly enjoying a hidden treat. Valentina had donned a simple sundress which hugged her curves in all the right ways. Karen thought she looked stunning and her mouth watered at being near the beautiful young girl.

Valentina: “Your mom, Karen and I are going shopping for the party. We’ll be home by about 1 so Karen has time to clean the house. See you later.”

Karen watched as Valentina headed for the door and Terri wordlessly turned to follow. Karen knew her place and began to follow Terri, her pussy squishing in her jeans and her clit on fire. In the garage, Valentina slid behind the wheel of Terri’s Land Rover and Terri obediently got in the back seat. Karen joined her as they were led out of the garage and into the world.

Valentina: “No playing with yourselves back there sluts.”

Terri: “No mam. I’ll be good.”

Valentina: “How about you, new fish? Are you going to be good or will I have to punish you?”

Karen: “No mam. I’ll be good.”

Valentina: “We need to find Karen a nice cocktail dress for tonight and then pick up some supplies. If there is enough time, I’ll take you two to lunch.”

Terri: “That sounds wonderful mam.”

Karen and Terri sat quietly in the back street as Valentina led them to an unknown destination. Karen desperately wanted to cum and assumed Terri was in the same condition. They exchanged knowing glances. Terri was glad to have a new playmate as she sometime had trouble keeping up with the demands made by Valentina, Jack and his friends. She was also pleased that Karen would make sure Sam and Billie’s needs were being met.

The first stop was a large shopping mall. The stores would not be open for another 25 minutes, but the mall was open for people who liked to walk for exercise. The mall was popular with elderly people, especially in the winter, who liked the safety of the dry floors and the constant variety of walking in front of the store windows. Valentina led her two charges on a lap of the mall pretending to window shop for Karen’s new clothes but in reality just using the time as a excuse to tease her slave’s eager pussies.

Karen in particular was almost panting by the time they stopped in front of a Victoria’s Secret, the sexy merchandise display calling out to her lustful desires. Terri had been through Valentina’s tease days before and knew how to better pace herself. The first time they had gone “shopping” together, Terri was a mess by the time they got home. Her pussy had leaked through the jeans and she was almost constantly moaning. Watching another woman in the state she had been in so many times before was a new experience and one she was definitely enjoying.

Karen had mixed emotions about being at Victoria’s Secret. In just a few minutes the store would open and she was sure Valentina would take her inside to shop for underwear. While even a thong would help ease her aroused state, any sales clerk would immediately know how turned on another woman had made her. Karen wasn’t sure if the embarrassment was worth the benefit. Fortunately she didn’t have to worry for long. Just as an attractive sales associate was unlocking the rolling gate protecting the store, Valentina indicated it was time for the trio to get moving again.

Karen and Terri squished their way through the mall as Valentina directed them to a small, upscale clothing shop on the top level. Having just opened, the store was empty except for two sales associates, both attractive young women. At least to Karen they were attractive. But then again, right now she was ready to fuck anything that moved. The women began searching the racks of clothes. One of the sales girls came over and asked if there was anything in particular they were looking for. Valentina explained that Karen had a very important dinner party to attend tonight and that she had to look hot. They were looking for a black cocktail dress. More specifically they were looking for a black cock-tease dress.

The girl looked Karen up and down. Karen blushed at her obviously visible nipples and although she hadn’t looked, she was sure her pussy juice had saturated the front of her jeans. The sales girl said she had just what they were looking for and led the woman to the back of the store. Picking a short black dress off a rack, she handed it to Karen and pointed toward the dressing rooms.

Valentina: “Try it on, but no playing with yourself.”

Karen blushed again, although the sales girl didn’t show any reaction. The sales girl escorted Karen to the dressing room where she introduced herself as Britney.

Britney: “Interesting friends you have.”

Karen: “You have no idea.”

Britney: “I bet I have a better idea than you think. Let’s get you out of those clothes and into this dress before you get in trouble.”

Karen blushed again. Somehow she knew Britney had seen her kind in the store before. Karen stood passively as Britney pulled the tank top over Karen’s head. If she was shocked at what she saw, Britney didn’t show it. Karen’s nipples stood proud and begged for attention. Britney knelt down and fought with the button on Karen’s jeans.

Britney: “Damn girl, I’ve never seen jeans this tight before.”

Karen: “Yes, Valentina thought they would be fun.”

Under her continued efforts, the button finally popped free of the catch and Karen exhaled seemingly for the first time in over an hour. As Britney pulled down the tops of Karen’s jeans, the built up aroma of Karen’s arousal was released. Trapped by the walls of the small changing room and amplified by the poor ventilation, the odor was overpowering to say the least. As Britney grabbed the hips of the jeans and pulled down, she came face to face with a very saturated and available pussy.

Britney: “As I said, such interesting friends you have.”

It took all of Karen’s strength not to grab the young girl’s head and mash it against her mound. She knew she would be punished and although she sensed Britney would be willing, she didn’t want to make a scene. Britney continued working the jeans lower, taking her time enjoying Karen situation. Britney was accustomed to helping beautiful women try on clothes, but had never had one who was this excited. In fact Britney secretly fantasized about making love to a stranger in the store. Of course she had kept that to herself since she was scared to losing her job.

As overpowering as the situation was to Karen, Britney too was feeling the effects. As the jeans finally passed Karen’s hips and began to slide easily, Britney gave into temptation and blew her breath squarely at Karen’s clit and pussy lips. The breeze tickled Karen and she lost control. Firmly grabbing Britney’s head with both hands, she forcefully pulled the sales girl’s head to her crotch and began rubbing her pussy against her mouth. As if on cue, the door to the changing room opened and Valentina and Terri stood by looking in along with the store manager, Jacquelyn. Britney pulled free as Karen released her head. Her face was a mixture of girl cum and shame. She was positively glowing as Jacquelyn took $20 from her purse and handed it to Terri.

Valentina: “I don’t recall you having permission to do that.”

Karen hung her head down and agreed.

Valentina: “You earned a spanking when we get home. Now try on that dress so we can get on with our day.”

Jacquelyn: “Britney, you have some explaining to do also. Go wait in my office.”

Karen pulled the dress of the hanger as Britney squeezed past her toward the door. As she entered the hallway, Jacquelyn grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear.

Jacquelyn: “If you want to keep your job, I will find you on top of my desk… naked.”

Britney looked shocked, but nodded in agreement.

Jacquelyn: “And having a couple of fingers buried in that sweet pussy wouldn’t hurt.”

As Britney continued past the women, Jacquelyn gave her a less than playful swat on the tush. Karen tried to concentrate on her own task and quickly slipped into the dress. Turning to look at herself in the mirror, she felt Jacquelyn’s hands zipping her up. She then felt Jacquelyn pulling and tugging on the dress trying to get the fit just right.

Jacquelyn: “Sorry girls, I don’t think this one is going to work. It doesn’t fall right against her tits and doesn’t highlight her ass enough.”

Jacquelyn ran her hands over Karen’s body as if she was showing what she meant.

Valentina: “What do you recommend?”

Jacquelyn: “First off, she needs some good lingerie. I can’t have her going commando and marking her territory in my clothes. I’ll call Simone at Victoria’s and send Karen there while we look for a more suitable dress.”

Karen didn’t like being treated as an object, but felt she had no choice. She began reaching for her jeans, but Jacquelyn slapped her hand.

Simone will never get those off you. Wait here, I’ll get you something more appropriate. Terri and Valentina were smiling as they watched Karen’s discomfort. Jacquelyn returned with a short, sheer sundress. She effortlessly slipped it over Karen’s head and down her body. The dress barely covered her ass and would clearly become translucent in the correct light. Karen was looking at herself in the mirror. She felt worse than naked as Jacquelyn produced a cell phone and placed a call.

Jacquelyn: “Hey Simone. I’ve got a special I need you to help right away… Great. I’ll send her right down. Her name is Karen and she’s here for a cocktail dress, but she doesn’t have the underwear to go with it.”

Karen looked at Jacquelyn with a pleading expression, but said nothing.

Jacquelyn: “Off you go. Ask for Simone then head back here. We’re going to discipline that little tramp Britney.”

The four women left the changing room area. Karen watched as Terri and Valentina opened the office door. Loud moans could be heard as Karen was sure Britney was masturbating. Jacquelyn followed Karen to the door and locked it after she left. Victoria’s Secret was on the other side of the mall and Karen felt every eye in the increasingly busy mall looking at her. Her pussy was still being tortured by the Ben Wa balls and she hoped she wouldn’t drop them. A small group of young boys began following her making no attempt to hide their intentions. Karen began to feel proud that these youngsters considered her sexy enough to follow and in a fit of naughtiness raise the back of her dress and mooned them as she entered the store. Simone had been expecting her watched as the boy’s jaws dropped in unison.

Simone: “You must be Karen.”

Karen: “I am. That would make you Simone.”

Simone: “Correct. So other than flashing high school boys, what brings you to the mall today?”

Karen: “I’m looking for a dress for a party tonight.”

Simone: “Will it be a formal affair?”

Karen: “I’m not sure, but the dresses I was looking at were definitely more formal.

Simone: “Formal is easier. Garter belt, stockings, thong and a nice push-up bra for starters.”

Simone led Karen to the back of the store.

Simone: “I’d guess you’re about 5’ 6” maybe 124 pounds.”

Karen: “Pretty close. You obviously size people for a living.”

Simone walked behind Karen and reached around squeezing each breast as if weighing them. At first Karen was shocked, but her initial reaction was quickly replaced by her arousal and she leaned back into Simone and mewed.

Simone: “36-C?”

Karen: “Usually. It depends on the cut.”

Simone: “Head into the dressing room and strip of that dress. I’ll get a few things and join you.”

Karen hoped by joining, Simone really meant fucking and quickly got naked. Karen sat down in the small cubicle and leaned back against the wall, spreading her legs and then her pussy lips in anticipation. Simone walked in with an armful of goodies and didn’t even acknowledge Karen’s brazen nakedness. Handing the black stockings to Karen, she told her to put them on. She then ordered Karen to stand up and helped slip a black thong onto the older woman, for the first time today covering her pussy. Next up was a black garter belt and finally the bra. The bra was obviously too small and Karen could not snap it around her back. With a mock disgust, Simone told her to turn around and let her do it.

The reason Karen struggled was obvious. Instead of a 36-C, the bra was a 34-B demi push up. Karen stood still as Simone pulled with all her might on the garment. Karen’s breasts were smashed down as Simone finally hooked the first clip. Two more clips later and Karen was secure. Simone then spun Karen around and pulled the cups out while pushing her breasts from underneath. The tops of Karen’s breasts popped free of the confines of the bra. The demi cut was designed to show cleavage and it garment was certainly doing that. The bottom curve of Karen’s breasts was snuggly secured in the cups, but the top 2/3rds were forced up and out. Karen’s nipples, still rock hard from the now two hours of teasing, grazed along the top edge of the fabric.

Simone: “Let’s have a look at you shall we?”

Karen and Simone looked in the mirror at the object of pure sex appeal reflecting back at them. Simone gave Karen an indecent rub on her nipples and said “this ensemble should be a hit at any party.”

Karen weakly smiled and handed over a credit card. Simone handed her back the sundress and the two walked to the counter. Karen blindly signed the credit slip not wanting to know how much she was spending today. Simone bid her goodbye and Karen scampered back to the clothing store. Jacquelyn was waiting at the counter. Valentina, Terri and Britney were nowhere to be scene.

Jacquelyn: “Your friends are still busy educating Britney on the proper way to treat a customer. Did you get what you needed from Simone?”

Karen: “Yes mam.”

Jacquelyn: “Good. I found a different dress for you. It is similar to the first, but the cut will be a little more pleasing with your build.”

Once again Karen went to the dressing rooms. This time, Jacquelyn ushered her into a much bigger room complete with wrap around mirrors, a small platform and two chairs. Karen needed neither instructions nor encouragement to quickly shed the sundress and step onto the platform.

Jacquelyn: “You are a quick study.”

Jacquelyn handed Karen the dress. Karen quickly slipped it over her head and did a quick twirl for the mirror’s benefit. Jacquelyn stood on the platform and zipped up the dress. Once secured, Jacquelyn adjusted the fit as an excuse to feel Karen up. Karen didn’t even pretend anymore. She moaned loudly and proudly as Jacquelyn squeezed her ass and mauled her breasts.

This dress was open on the top and allowing a complete viewing of Karen’s now ample cleavage. The back was cut to hug her ass perfectly as she slipped back into her heels to tighten her calves.

Jacquelyn: “That is much more appropriate for a not-quite-100% formal party. Let’s show your friends and see if this is what they had in mind for you.”

Jacquelyn held Karen’s hand as she gingerly stepped of the platform. She then led Karen out of the change room area and back to her office. As the two women entered the office, they were greeted with a carnal vision of the young Britney kneeling between Valentina’s legs, her tongue busily lapping at the Brazilian pussy spread before her. Terri was kneeling behind the young girl gently massaging the small of her back and her buttocks while offering words of encouragement.

As the door opened, Britney raised her head to see who was watching her, Valentina pushed her back down and chastised her to “get back to work.” Valentina scanned Karen’s new outfit and nodded approvingly. Terri stood up and gave Karen a big hug whispering that she looked amazing. Karen smiled at the compliment then turned her attention back to the carnal show in front of her. As Valentina’s excitement grew to a climactic finish, Terri busied herself rubbing her hands all over Karen’s body, especially sliding her hands up Karen’s inner thighs to make sure she was still excited. In the end, it was the most thrilling day of shopping Karen had ever had.

Karen wore the dress out of the store, her original clothes tucked neatly into a shopping bag. She felt out of place with her two casually dressed companions, but loved the attention she was receiving as they walked through the mall. Terri suggested they stop for lunch and so the trio strolled into a Ruby Tuesday for the soup and salad bar special. Terri and Valentina took pleasure in watching Karen make several trips to the salad bar as did all the men who could sneak a peak without being caught by their wives. The girl’s waiter was especially appreciative of the view he had down Karen’s dress while standing next to the table. Karen had deliciously naughty thoughts about servicing him in the rest room and hoped Valentina would order her to do so, but to her dismay, the lunch conversation did not focus on sex, but rather what food to serve at the party that night.

After lunch, the trio made a quick stop at Sam’s Club to pick up some pre-made snack trays, a couple of cases of beer and at Terri’s insistence, Karen picked out a large box of her favorite brand of condoms. Karen quickly grabbed the nearest box, ribbed and lubed for her pleasure, and rejoined the others. She felt less like a cougar in her new dress and more like a slut as Terri teased her that she should have bought more than the 36 pack. Karen hoped she was kidding.

Arriving back at the house, Valentina instructed Karen to go upstairs and remove all her clothes. She told Karen to neatly lay them out on Billie’s bed so they could be worn again that night. She said she would be up shortly with her maid’s uniform so she could clean the house. Karen was still desperate to cum. After removing her clothes she looked down at her leaking pussy and found it red and swollen with need. She knew she didn’t have permission to orgasm, but the need was too great. Sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at herself in the mirror, Karen plunged three fingers into her aching sex.

As aroused as she was from the shopping trip, Karen didn’t need much additional stimulation to bring her over the edge. As soon as her fingertips touched the first metal ball now seated deeply in her pussy, Karen began to convulse. Rocking back and forth with one hand squeezing her nipples and one hand frigging her pussy was how Valentina found Karen as she entered the room. Valentina was holding a vinyl French maid’s costume in one hand and a paddle in the other. Karen looked up at her just as her orgasm overtook her. Falling to the floor in a heap, Karen shuddered through a noisy and violent orgasm. Valentina enjoyed every minute of the lurid show and Karen shook and quaked for a full minute, her thighs plastered with her own love juices.

Valentina: “I figured this is how I would find you. That is why I brought the paddle.”

Karen heard the words but wasn’t yet focusing on the young woman. Valentina sat down on the edge of the bed and told Karen to bend over her lap. Karen struggled to her feet, but did not resist as she draped herself across the youthful dominatrix. At first Valentina simply massaged Karen’s ass, stopping every few trips across her buttocks to draw a finger across Karen’s slit. The renewed moans of pleasure assured Valentina she was still in charge.

Valentina: “I’m disappointed you came without permission. I’m going to paddle you so next time you will remember who owns that sloppy pussy of yours.”

Karen: “Yes mistress. I’m sorry. I deserve to be punished.”

Valentina: “That’s right. I am your mistress. Your job is to serve everyone in this household without question. You will fuck who we say and cum when you are told.”

To emphasis her point, Valentina plunged two fingers into Karen’s pussy.

Valentina: “Am I clear?”

Karen took in a sharp breath. “Yes, mistress.”

Valentina: “Good. I’m going to punish you now for cumming without permission, although I don’t really need a reason. I can punish you anytime I want. In time you will learn to love my firm hand on your backside and will in fact beg for it.”

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Karen heard the whoosh of the paddle just before it made contact squarely on her right butt cheek. Karen yelped at the contact, although it was more from surprise than pain.

Valentina: “I’m keeping it light so you can still enjoy tonight. I just want to be sure you are not tempted to sit down instead of working this afternoon. Now be quiet and take your punishment like a good girl.”

Karen did her best to lay passively and quietly on her mistress’ lap, but it wasn’t easy. As the paddle tenderized her ass, Karen’s pain tolerance began to drop. She wondered if this was an easy spanking, how would she ever survive a harsh one. After 10 swats Valentina once again pushed her fingers into Karen’s pussy. Of course they met little resistance and Karen once again began to moan. Valentina reveled in the complete control she had achieved in a very short period of time. She withdrew her fingers over Karen’s objections and resumed the paddling. Each 10 strokes Karen would feel the fingers return and beg for permission to cum again. But the consensus was Karen should be primed for tonight instead of wasting her climax in the afternoon, so Valentina did not give in. After 40 strokes, Valentina put down the paddle and used her bare hands to spank both of Karen’s ass cheeks simulateously while announcing number 41.

Valentina: “I missed your birthday party last year so now you have had your birthday spankings.”

Karen: “Please mistress. I need to cum.”

Valentina: “Maybe after you clean the house… if you do a good job. Get into your new uniform and come downstairs.”

Karen stood up and Valentina left the room. Karen then examined the uniform she had left behind. Karen had never worn material like this before. There was an extremely tight fitting corset and panties which were almost as tight as her chastity belt. Karen correctly assumed she would not be getting off during the afternoon. Over the undergarments was a frilly maid’s dress open to show her bulging breasts, thigh high fishnet stockings (black of course) and a pair of even higher heels than she wore to the mall. Karen quickly dressed not wanting to keep her audience waiting.

Karen struggled with the heels on the stairs and then couldn’t find anyone in the house. Finally she checked the backyard around the pool where the entire family plus Valentina was relaxing. Summoning up her courage, Karen walked outside.

Jack: “You look stunning my dear. Valentina told us you volunteered to clean the house for Sam’s party. That is very nice of you.”

Terri: “Karen has been very helpful all day. She will be a great asset to our family.”

Sam: “I know this party will be the hit of the summer.”

Billie: “Before you start on the house, could you get me a glass of lemonade?”

Valentina: “That is a wonderful idea Billie. Please get everyone a drink, maid Karen.”

Karen: “Yes mam. Would everyone like lemonade?”

Terri: “Iced tea for me. You will find a pitcher of both drinks in the fridge and glasses above the stove.”

Karen turned and teetered back into the house. On the counter was a serving tray and she quickly found the glasses and the drink pitchers. A quick pour of the refreshing liquids and Karen was on her way back to the pool deck. She surmised she would be making this trip numerous times today and probably more tonight. Returning to her new owners, Karen delivered the drinks. Holding the tray below her waist, Karen waited for Jack to grab the first glass.

Jack: “When you deliver an item, it is improper for you to hold the tray as you are. Hold the tray out straight and bend at the waist.”

Karen did as she was told and faked surprise when her breasts almost tumbled from the top. Karen made each of the deliveries in the same way until at her last drop off, Terri reached into her top and tucked her flopping breasts back into their holster.

Terri: “The proper exit is to curtsey and say thank you.”

Karen wasn’t sure what she was being thankful for, but she did as she was told and then turned back toward the house.

Valentina: “The cleaning supplies are in the garage. A quick dusting and vacuuming is about all you will have time for so get going.”

Karen burned with shame as she took cleaning orders from the family’s maid as she walked back into the house. At least she was starting to feel more stable on the heels.

Karen found a feather duster and some furniture polish. As she moved around the house, she began getting into the roll of maid. She began to relish what her body must look like to an outsider as she stretched and squatted to reach all the corners and bent over the tables to make them spotless. After the dusting she made quick work of the vacuuming in hopes of being rewarded with an orgasm. Karen finished with the house at 4pm, fully three hours before the first guests were expected. As a reward, Karen was ordered to box up her dress for the night and go home and repeat the cleaning.

Terri: “We want to be sure your house is neat and tidy when Tom and Katie get home tomorrow.”

Karen had completely forgotten about her husband and daughter. Her world had been a whirlwind for the past three days; her life a fantasy where she had no responsibilities and received only pleasure. The truth was in less than 24 hours, she would have to play the roll of perfect wife and mother again.

Karen grabbed her new clothes and walked toward the front door. She knew that changing out of her costume was out of the question and didn’t bother to ask. Peering up and down the street looking for anyone who might see her, Karen ventured outside moving as fast as the heels would allow. Her house was not dirty, but Karen worked diligently nonetheless making sure it was spotless. She finished in two hours, a record time for her, leaving just enough time to dress and get back to the Hoffman’s.

In her bedroom, Karen peeled of the maid’s costume. She had to admit to herself she liked being dressed that way and hoped she could wear the outfit again soon. Karen jumped in the shower for a quick rinse away of the day’s activities. After toweling off she did a quick make-up job and put her hair up. She would have liked to style it a little more, but there wasn’t time. After that she slipped back into the lingerie and put her new dress back on. Looking at herself in the mirror, Karen was pleased. Her usual hour long prep time had been reduced to 15 minutes, yet she still looked sexy. Looking at her watch, Karen realized it was time to go. She left the house at 6:56 and quickly strode to the Hoffman’s home.

Terri greeted Karen at the door, embraced her and gave her a deep kiss.

Terri: “We are going to have so much fun tonight.”

Karen: “I was nervous earlier, but now I’m pretty excited.”

Terri: “Come on in. I’ll explain what’s going to happen.”

Karen and Terri headed into the kitchen.

Terri: “Sam is having some friends over. I think around 8 boys from his wrestling team. Your job is to serve drinks, snacks and look sexy as hell. The last part will not be a problem. That dress is killer on you.”

Karen smiled at the compliment. The thought of strutting her stuff in front of a bunch of high school boys excited her.

Terri: “Billie will be here later and I think Stacey may be stopping by too. Jack and I will be downstairs watching a movie if you need anything.”

Karen’s excitement continued to build. No doubt her job was to tease the boys. Billie and Stacey would undoubtedly be the beneficiaries of the boy’s affections after Karen turned them on. Karen watched as Terri retrieved a small box from the kitchen counter.

Terri: “One more thing. I want to be sure you are in the proper frame of mind to take care of Jack and I later.”

Terri opened the box and pulled out an elastic belt with a small piece of plastic on it.

Terri: “Hike up your dress and pull down the thong.”

Karen did as she was told and Terri secured the belt around Karen’s waist. Karen noticed the plastic piece was in the shape of a heart and was about twice the size of a watch battery.

Terri: “This is called a Heart-On. It’s an inconspicuous joy buzzer. You place it over your clit. It power cycles on and off at random intervals. It’s not very powerful, but it is almost completely silent. With the noise of the party, nobody will know you are wearing it. It should keep you on the edge but it will not make you cum.”

Karen understood the purpose of the torture device. By the time Jack and Terri summoned her to service them, she would be horny as hell and would agree to whatever perverted plans they had. Karen felt her pussy gush at the thought of being teased for the next couple of hours while outwardly trying to maintain a regular appearance.

Terri: “One more thing. You need a little higher heel for tonight.”

Karen thought the heels she had on now were fine, but of course, she wasn’t about to argue. The Heart-On had begun buzzing her clit and she was feeling very compliant. Karen followed Terri up to the bedroom where Terri pulled a shoebox out the closet.

Terri: “These should fit you well.”

Terri handed Karen a pair of black pumps with a 5” stiletto heel. The heel had a metal tip to draw attention to the wearer. Karen knew she would not be moving very fast in these shoes. As she was slipping her feet into the shinny shoes, the clit buzzer turned on again. Karen almost lost her balance at the shock and had to lean on the dresser for support.

Terri: “I see you like my little friend. Sam’s friends should be here soon. Get downstairs so you’re ready.”

Terri stayed behind in the bedroom as Karen gingerly walked down the stairs. Never before had she walked in such a pair of shoes and she wanted to practice a bit before the boys arrived. As she clacked across the kitchen floor, the buzzer turned on again freezing Karen in her tracks. “Damn this thing,” Karen muttered to herself. Karen forced herself to keep walking, coercing a smile on her face and trying to look nonchalant. As she was practicing, Sam walked into the kitchen and gave Karen a playful swat on her ass.

Sam: “Hi Karen. You look smoking hot tonight.”

Karen: “Thanks Sam.”

Karen said the words, but what she was really thinking was that he had no idea about women in the real world. She was smoking hot and Sam had no appreciation for how special she was. Just then the doorbell rang and Sam turned to greet the first of his guests.

Sam returned with two boys. As the entered the room, both boys stopped dead in their tracks and did a double take as they first saw Karen. Sam introduced Karen as their “serving wench” for the night. The boys snickered and Karen began to despise Sam more. Outwardly she greeted the boys as if nothing was out of the ordinary, although on the inside she was seething and praying the buzzer would not turn on right then.

Sam seemed to be enjoying the roll of host as the doorbell rang again, so Karen volunteered to answer the door. Over the next 20 minutes, 9 boys arrived. Some had just graduated and some were obviously still in high school. The boys were hanging out mainly by the pool and Karen stayed busy carrying drinks back and forth between the pool and the kitchen. She could feel all the boys’ eyes burning holes through her as they continually undressed her in their minds. An atmosphere of sex charged the air turning Karen on almost as much as the random buzzing on her clit. Karen had learned not to show a reaction to the buzzer, but there was no way she could stop the juices leaking from her pussy into her thong. She knew the garment was saturated and hoped her fluid would not start flowing down her legs.

During one trip to the kitchen, Karen met Jack. He was upstairs grabbing a bottle of wine and was very enthusiastic about seeing Karen in her new dress for the first time. Without saying a word, Jack directed Karen over to the kitchen countertop and bent her over. While holding her down with his left hand, he pushed her legs apart with his and ran his right hand up under her skirt. Karen groaned as he contacted her soaking thong and began purring like a kitten as his finger penetrated her drenched pussy.

Jack: “Your pussy marinate is going along well, but it isn’t quite done yet. Come downstairs in half an hour so we can check it again.”

Jack gave Karen’s pussy a few more good strokes then pulled his finger out and released his pressure holding her down. Karen stood on wobbly legs and straightened her dress just as the youngest and nerdiest of the boys entered through the back door.

Jack: “I’m sure Terri will enjoy your special snack.”

If the boy understood the reference, he didn’t show it, but Karen certainly did. Almost to her surprise, she didn’t blush this time nor did she react outwardly as the buzzer turned on. Acting as the perfect hostess, Karen continued to serve the boys and even put an extra wiggle in her step in anticipation of being taken care of by Jack and Terri. Just before the half hour was up, Billie and Stacey entered the backyard. They were both wearing terrycloth robes and as the boys looked on, they dropped the coverings relieving very small bikinis. With a wink at Karen and a smile to the boys, the two girls jumped into the pool. Karen watched as the two girls swam to the center of the pool, embraced and then gave each other a passionate kiss. Karen quickly turned and headed into the house to find Terri and Jack. Having been on the receiving end of the same passion was the final straw for Karen. She needed satisfaction and she needed it now. With the boys obviously distracted for a while, Karen headed downstairs to the home theatre room.

Walking inside she found Terri and Jack cuddling on the loveseat. Karen was her usual direct self.

Karen: “I need sex and I need it now! Fuck me!”

Jack and Terri looked up at her and chuckled to themselves.

Terri: “Jack said you were marinating in your own juices. I guess he was right.”

Karen observed Terri detangle herself from Jack and stand up. She then slid off pants and panties, sat back down and spread her legs. Without waiting to hear a command, Karen knelt down and began licking Terri’s snatch. With the two women occupied, Jack stood up and retrieved a video camera sitting on a tripod next to the theatre’s projection screen. He framed the viewfinder on the center of the couch and made sure the video output cables were connected to a VCR. The VCR’s coax output was routed to the TV upstairs in the living room. After being sure the output was set correctly, he walked back over to the couch where Terri was moaning loudly and struggling to maintain control.

With a director’s eye for detail, Jack flipped the back of Karen’s dress and gave a documentary style description of her arousal. He knew that upstairs as soon as Karen had entered the house, Sam had ushered his friends quietly into the living room to watch the show. Pulling aside Karen’s thong, Jack dipped his finger into Karen slippery pussy for lubrication. Then, with a smile to the camera, pulled it out and pushed it back into her ass. Karen briefly stopped eating Terri, arching her back and raising her head in response to his intrusion, but then settled back to her duties.

Karen redoubled her efforts to make Terri cum so she too might get satisfaction. Terri was now grabbing Karen’s head forcing her further down into her pussy. From experience, Karen knew this meant Terri was about to climax. And climax she did. Even without the audio feed from the camera, anyone on the main level of the house would have known a woman was orgasming. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over Terri as Karen’s tongue brought her to a thundering crescendo. Jack imagined the boys upstairs, all handpicked for tonight’s party, enjoying the site of his wife cumming harder than any actress they had ever seen in a porno.

By the time Terri had calmed down, Karen’s face had been smeared with pussy juice. A slap to her ass by Jack indicated she should stand up. Terri stood up also and then picked up her panties and used them to wipe her pussy before sliding them over Karen’s head with the crotch side over Karen’s nose. Jack then twisted Karen around to face the camera before pulling the panties off. Jack sat down on the loveseat and opened the buckle on his pants. Although he knew Karen would not need any instruction, he played to the camera and pointed to his crotch.

Karen dropped back to her knees and fished out his rapidly hardening cock. Karen was hoping Jack would throw her over the edge of the loveseat and fuck her senseless. He had other plans. Jack relaxed and let Karen’s mouth and hand action work its magic. Terri had walked upstairs and began doing play-by-play analysis of Karen’s technique. The common thread of Sam’s guests was they were all virgins. Some had girlfriends who would go down on them, but none had enjoyed the pleasure of a woman’s pussy yet. Sam thought it was unfair for his friends who had graduated to go to college completely inexperienced so tonight he was going to help them. The boys were all paying close attention hoping Karen was about to get a facial.

As he was reaching the point of no return, Jack pushed Karen’s head away and stood up. Karen remained on her knees looking up with longing at the cock now positioned just above her. She hoped this was the moment she was waiting for as Jack would now pound her to satisfaction, but instead he turned her to face the camera. For the next several minutes, Jack made Karen confess her arousal to the camera. How she was a slut and how she needed as many cocks as she could get to satisfy her lustful desires. Karen found it liberating to confess to an unknown viewer how her desires left her unable to control herself and how she needed to be fucked right now. As a throaty passion began to emanate from Karen’s voice, Jack began stroking his soon to pop dick as Karen began to massage her breasts through the dress. Karen had moved past Jack’s order to beg for sex and was now begging for individual acts. She wanted to be fucked up the ass. She wanted to be double penetrated. She wanted to do lap dances and get a cum shower. She wanted Billie to fuck her again with a strap-on while sucking Sam’s cock. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be tied up and raped. Every vile and disgusting thing Karen could think of, she begged for. Finally the pressure in his balls was too great and Jack grabbed Karen’s head, turning it toward his cock. He let forth a tremendous volley of sperm hitting Karen square in the face. He then turned his attention to her cleavage and showered her chest with a torrent of jizz. Karen continued to beg for satisfaction as Jack’s gift impacted her body leaving her panting for more. Her dress had become disheveled and cum was running down her face when Jack told her to go up to the living room where Terri was waiting.

Breathlessly Karen scurried up the stairs and into the living room. Seated around the television, now showing a picture of an empty basement couch, were Sam and his friends. They were all grinning like cats who just found an open birdcage. Karen paused and looked around. At least half the boys already had hard-ons from watching her performance. As Sam stood up and began walking toward Karen, Terri reappeared from the kitchen carrying the box of condoms Karen had bought earlier.

Sam: “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce my neighbor Karen. As you saw on the television, Karen is a horny slut who tonight will be helping liberate you from your virginity.”

Karen looked at the group of boys with renewed interest. She had assumed there would be some kind of circle jerk, but instead she now realized she was going to get gangbanged. This had always been a secret fantasy of hers. The fact they were virgins made it all the nastier. Terri began handing out condoms while Sam began breaking some straws into various lengths. Karen also noticed that Billie and Stacey had come in from outside. Billie still had her swimsuit on. Stacey only had on her bottoms. Apparently she had some roll to play in tonight also.

Terri: “Here is the plan.  First Karen is going to dance for us to set the mood. After that we will draw straws for the order. The winner will take Karen to the guest bedroom and have your way with her. You must use a condom. After you cum, take off the condom, tie it off and place it in the bowl on the night stand. If you need any help getting hard, Stacey will be outside the door to help. After everybody gets a turn, we’ll figure out a new game for round 2.”

Terri smiled at Karen who was quickly doing math in her head. 9 guests were each going to fuck her. She doubted Sam and probably Jack would miss the opportunity which made 11. Apparently there was going to be a round 2 which meant the number doubled to 22. Throw in Terri, Billie, Stacey and Valentina if she showed up, a Karen was going to be fucked senseless this night. Karen smiled back at Terri, ready to begin.

Billie switch on a sultry dance CD and Karen began to sway back and forth to the music. She had never been to a strip club, but she understood the basic premise was to tease the guys. Usually the guy had to go home with a case of blue balls, she assumed, but tonight the hotter she dances, the harder the cock fucking her would be. Karen gave it her all. Spurred on by the cheering crowd, Karen gave each boy a lap dance. She loved the feel of the tent poles in their jeans and the feel of their hands wrapping around her breasts. She didn’t stay with any one boy long, instead she changed positions every 30 seconds or so. Eventually she lost her dress, bra and thong. Karen made a special point of holding the dripping thong to her nose and taking an exaggerated deep breath before passing the saturated garment around the room like a humorous birthday card.

As she peeled off the thong, the inexperienced boys were fascinated by the Heart-On buzzing between her legs. Terri had to explain that sometimes a slut will wear a vibrator under her clothes because she can’t get enough. This seemed to excite the boys even more and Karen didn’t feel any shame. After all, Terri was speaking the truth.

Soon the Heart-On was also peeled from Karen’s body leaving her in just stockings and heels. She made one more lap dance circuit, this time facing the boys and rubbing her tits and pussy on them. Several of the more aggressive boys grabbed her ass and bounced her on their laps, although most seemed content to let her do the work. After Karen finished her last round of lap dances the air was definitely charged with sex and Karen’s arousal scent.

Sam: “Everyone is going to pick a straw from my hand. After everyone has their straw, we will line up from smallest to largest. I will then flip a coin. If heads comes up, the long straw goes first, the second longest goes second, etc. If tails comes up, the shortest straw goes first. Everyone clear?”

Karen watched as the excited boys all received their entry to the Karen sweepstakes. The two boys with the short and long straws were the most excited. The two boys in the middle were the least. Karen was rooting for the boy with the short straw. She seemed like the most passive of the group and she didn’t want him having to settle for sloppy ninths.

After the order of the straws was determined, Terri produced a silver dollar and brought the two potential first cocks to the center of the room. The two boys and Karen looked on with great anticipation as Terri flipped the coin high into the air. To Karen’s delight, the coin came to rest on its face, tails side up. The passive boy now jumped for joy with new signs of life. The other boy grumbled, but Billie took his hand and led him up the stairs, no doubt for some consolation activities.

The winner wasted no time wrapping his arm around his prize and gave Karen’s ass a hard squeeze. Terri directed them to the guest bedroom where Stacey now stood guard, kneeling on the floor. The second boy had followed the group and was already dropping his pants. It didn’t look like he needed help getting hard, but wasn’t about to let a chance to face fuck Stacey go by.

In the bedroom, Karen sat on the edge of the bed while the nameless boy stripped off his pants. He was already sporting a stiffy, but Karen took him in her mouth anyway. She needed this cock and wanted to be sure the boy finished what he was about to start. The boy fumbled with the condom wrapper as the beautiful older woman sucked his cock. He finally got the condom free and not wanting to miss his chance to fuck a woman for the first time, he pulled his rock hard cock out of Karen’s mouth. He quickly rolled the condom down his cock and pushed Karen back onto the bed. Jumping on top of her, he repeatedly thrusted and missed attempting to get inside her. It was only after Karen told him to relax and guided his cock with her hand to the entrance of her pussy did he finally sink his dick into her seething caldron of love.

Karen didn’t rate the boy’s technique very high. Certainly he was no Jack or Sam as he pistoned away not caring about anything but getting his rocks off fast. Karen was so wound up she was able to take pleasure from him, but not as much as she would have liked. As she expected, within a minute he filled the condom with cum and she was again left unsatisfied. As he had been instructed, the boy pulled off the condom, tied it shut and placed it in the dish on the nightstand. The boy didn’t even give Karen a thank you kiss. He just pulled on his pants and opened the door.

In the hallway, Stacey was busy sucking off the second boy. When he saw the door open, he pulled out of her mouth and duck walked into the room holding his pants to keep from tripping. His cock was ready for action and he didn’t have any trouble opening the condom wrapper. Alas, for Karen, he didn’t last much longer than the first boy. This was getting more frustrating than the Heart-On. Karen needed a real man to give her a real orgasm.

After the second boy left his full condom in the dish, the third boy entered the room. He still had his pants on, apparently not wanting Stacey’s services. Karen marveled at the size of the tent pole pushing against the fabric of his sweat pants. Without saying a word, he walked up to the bed and flipped Karen over onto her hands and knees as if she was a rag doll. He then pulled her back to the edge of the bed and drew down his pants. His erection sprang free. He didn’t waste time putting on the condom. Instead he took aim and sank his rigid member deep into Karen’s waiting pussy. Karen grunted at the intrusion, but as the boy build a solid rhythm pounding her pussy, Karen quickly approached the orgasm she so desperately needed. Karen was pounding her fists on the bed and rocking her ass backward meeting his intrepid thrusts as she finally exploded, spraying his cock with her juices and becoming dizzy.

Karen was amazed the boy had the willpower not to cum along with her. She stopped meeting his thrusts and was limply sprawled on the bed as the boy continued to pound her from behind. Although she was largely out of it, blissfully enjoying her post orgasmic high, Karen made a mental note to learn this boy’s name. She felt he had a future in pleasing women and wanted to be his tutor.

After about minute the boy gave one final firm thrust and then pulled his cock free from Karen’s now gaping pussy. He took two steps to his left and aimed his cum directly at Karen’s face. Karen imagined the boy dreaming about giving his first partner a facial like he had seen in the countless pornos he watched while fantasizing about this day. She smiled as splat after splat of his ejaculate coated her face and dripped onto the sheets. Without so much as a thank you, the boy pulled his pants up and walked out of the room.

The fourth boy found Karen, ass in the air, limp and coated in cum waiting for him. Like the first two he didn’t last long, but he did follow the rules and leave another condom full of jizz on the nightstand. Karen was still in a daze as boys five through nine came in and did their thing. She started to get more into the situation as her libido began to grow again and her desire for more orgasms began to take hold. Most of the boys wanted her on her back. Apparently missionary position was all they knew. But the last boy, much to Karen’s delight, wanted her to be on top. Suitor three’s cum had long since dried on her face so the boy wasn’t in danger of getting dripped on as Karen rode him to a very satisfying cum before he loaded up his condom. Feeling him gush into the rubber, Karen dismounted and carefully pressed down against the bottom ring of the condom to prevent any leakage as she cautiously rolled the condom off his dick. Flipping the condom reservoir tip down, Karen couldn’t contain her need to taste the young stud and quickly cleaned his cock, savoring the salty taste of the boy. She then tied off the condom and added it to the collection.

As the last boy exited, Karen was tired, but still excited. She definitely wasn’t ready for the night to end. Sam appeared, fully clothed, and escorted her back to the living room. The boys were once again seated around the sectional sofa. The lust in their eyes had not abated. If anything it was stronger than before. Of course Stacey may have had something to do with that. Her blowjob duties finished, Stacey had been brought back to the living room, stripped and told to lie on cocktail table. Billie was sitting on the floor at her friend’s feet and was slowly working a good sized dildo in to and out of Stacey’s pussy. Stacey was mewing at the attention Billie was giving her, no doubt excited by being used in front of the boys. Billie smiled at Karen and pulled the dildo out of her friend. Holding the dildo up to the light, it glistened with Stacey’s menstrual flow.

Billie: “Nobody would fuck her while she’s on the rag, but she was begging for satisfaction.”

Karen watched as Billie placed the dildo into a holder mounted with a suction cup to the table. The dildo now stood obscenely straight up. Karen knew what Billie wanted without her having to say it. Karen dropped to her knees and began to suck on the dildo like it was a real cock. The blood and pussy juice mixed to form a unique taste. Karen was horny enough not to care and welcomed the pull on her hair of Billie moving her mouth from the dildo to the source. Stacey began to moan instantly as Karen began to service her need.

Billie: “Stacey was very good to you helping get those cocks hard for your slutty pussy. The least you can do is return the favor with your best effort.”

Karen was doing exactly that. She was giving Stacey her all and assumed Billie was berating her for the benefit of Sam’s friends. Soon Stacey was writhing on the table. Karen knew her relief was upon her and redoubled her efforts to suck Stacey’s clit while beginning to finger her g-spot. Karen’s finger felt Stacey’s pussy pulse as her orgasm overtook her. Her body rolling side to side, she bucked Karen out from between her legs. Everyone in the room enjoyed the spectacle and the boys hoped for a crack at her, period or no period.

After Stacey calmed down, the party moved back outside to the pool. As the two naked attendees, Karen and Stacey were summarily thrown into pool. Recalling how excited the boys looked when Stacey and Billie kissed, Karen pulled Stacey into a tight embrace and locked lips with her. Stacey returned the kiss passionately and soon the older woman and the young girl were playing naked tonsil hockey in front of a group of horny teenagers. The assemblage let Karen and Stacey go at it for several minutes. Karen was definitely primed for more action and had already begun humping Stacey’s leg when she felt a splash hitting her head. Karen looked up to see Billie grinning before she announced it was time for round two.

Two boys took Karen’s arms and lifted her from the pool. Stacey got the same treatment. As they were led back to the living room, Karen noticed two significant changes. One was a large mattress now covered the floor in front of the sofa. Two was a martini glass positioned on an end table. A thick white liquid filled the glass and eight empty condoms sat at its base. Karen’s mouth salivated at the prospect of drinking a cum cocktail.

Sam: “Tommy chose not to participate in the next section, but the rest of you generously made a contribution to the next part of tonight’s entertainment.”

The boys cheered as Sam picked up the glass.

Sam: “Karen, tip your head backward. I’m going to pour your reward into your mouth, but don’t swallow any… at least now yet.”

Karen did as she was told, tilting her head as far back as she could. At almost a foot taller than her, Sam had no trouble slowly pouring the sticky liquid into Karen’s waiting mouth. Sam took his time, starting and stopping several times until the entire glasses contents her transferred to their new home. He then handed the glass to Stacey.

Sam: “I know you missed getting to bring the guys off, so why don’t you clean the glass.”

With a mouth full of cum she had been ordered not to swallow, Karen watched as her new friend began to lick the edges of the martini glass. After she had sucked up all the cum she could reach, Stacey used her index finger to attain the final few drops. Karen’s pussy was beginning to flood at the erotic act she was witnessing and taking part in.

Sam: “I really enjoyed the two of you kissing in the pool. Do it again, but this time make it sloppy and French.”

Karen now understood why she hadn’t been allowed to swallow. Grabbing Stacey forcefully by the back of the neck, Karen shared the load of cum with the young girl. Some made it in her mouth, but most was splattered on both girls’ faces and mixing with saliva, was dripping down their chins on onto their chests. Camera flashes were blazing as the moment was captured for posterity, a moment Karen didn’t want to end.

Eventually Terri pulled the girls apart and handed Karen a glass of water. After Karen had taken a couple of sips, Terri handed Karen a white pill which she swallowed without questioning what it was. Billie then told the boys to get naked and ready for action. Karen gleefully watched as the boys began stripping off their pants. She knew from experience that high school boys may cum quickly, but they recover almost as fast. She hoped she would not have to share their cocks with the other women. Driven by her insatiable lust, she was getting greedy.

Billie took Stacey by the arm and began to lead her out of the room. On her way past Karen she whispered “enjoy the ride” into her neighbor’s ear. Karen looked at the teenager with a look of shock realizing she just took some kind of drug. Karen then turned her attention back to Terri who was laughing, just a bit.

Terri: “Boys, Karen just took her first hit of Ecstasy. As hot as she was before, soon she will be even hotter. I hope you are able to satisfy her.”

Sam: “Don’t worry mom. She will be.”

Karen started to get worried. She had smoked some grass in college but this was different. Part of her wanted to leave and never speak to the Hoffmans again. But more importantly, Karen’s drooling pussy needed attention and she was starting to feel warm from the X. Karen’s lust overwhelmed her logic. Lying down on the mattress, she gave a simple command… Come and get me boys.

And get her they did. Almost instantly hands were all over Karen’s body as cocks dangled in front of her face. Karen’s vision became blocked as one of the boys straddled her head from above. His balls brushed against her nose as she felt another boy begin fingering her pussy. Instinctively Karen opened her mouth and the boy above her leaned forward and dipped his balls onto her waiting lips. Karen reached out with both hands trying to touch the boys mauling her tits from the side. Quickly the boys positioned themselves so their erect cocks reached her fingers and she began pumping their organs.

Karen continued to see camera flashes and although she had not seen a video camera, she assumed she was being recorded. Suddenly the balls were removed from her mouth. Almost on cue, Karen was lifted to a standing position. The boy who was fingering her lay down on the bed, his cock standing tall. Karen knelt over him and guided his dick into her sopping wet hole. She had a look of pure bliss. The Ecstasy had turned on every nerve ending in her body. Even though the boy she was riding was not the best endowed of the group, his cock was hitting all the right places. Next one of the boys she had been stroking took up position standing in front of her. Karen gleefully wrapped her hands around his ass and pulled his cock into her mouth. Not wanting to be left out, the other boy she had been fondling moved behind her. In anticipation of their needs, Terri produced a large jar of KY Jelly. Terri knelt down and gave the boy several good slurps before liberally coating his cock with the slippery gel. Terri began to stroke his cock while pulling him toward Karen. She aimed his warrior at Karen’s unprotected asshole. Karen stopped fucking the first boy when she felt the tip of the third’s touch her backside.

Terri: “Push. It will pop-in. She’s done this before.”

The boy gave an animalistic grunt and forcefully shoved his cock up Karen’s ass. Karen howled onto the cock in her mouth at the intrusion. What the boys lacked in subtlety they made for in enthusiasm. Soon the boys in her ass and pussy had built a rhythm which was driving Karen insane with lust. Giving her remaining attention to the boy in her mouth would soon reward her with another load of cum. Looking for better footage for the cameras, Terri directed two more of the boys to either side of the foursome. They both took Karen’s hands and pulled her arms outward for a quick hand job. Thus Karen was servicing five former virgins at the same time… and loving every second.

Karen was sweating profusely from both the physical activity and the drug. Her body glistened with the sheen of perspiration. She was dripping sweat on the boy below her, but he didn’t seem to mind. Karen knew the boy in her mouth would cum soon and she was determined not to lose a drop. Dripping sweat on a boy so thoroughly fucking you was one thing. Dripping another boy’s cum on him was another. Karen dissolved into another in string of orgasms and clenched her pussy and ass muscles together. This proved to be too much for the boy in her ass who rocketed another load deep into her bowels. This set off a chain reaction as Karen entered a state of almost continual climax. The visual of her rocking back and arching her back was enough to trigger the boy she was blowing to unload down her throat. Feeling some of his discharge escaping from her lips, Karen let go of one of the boys she was fondling to run a finger over her chin to recapture the spunk. Looking down at the boy below her, she saw a look of appreciation. Karen then placed both hands on the ground and began riding the young boy with a vengeance. Over and over she assaulted his cock with her pussy quickly earning another geyser of cum deep inside her.

Karen rolled off the boy onto the mattress. Lying on her back with a look of pure satisfaction, Karen barely noticed that one of the boys she had been stroking had lifted her legs onto her shoulders. Even without the benefit of lubing up, he easily slipped his cock into Karen’s well lubricated ass. The boy took firm hold of the tops of Karen’s thighs and pulled her up forcing his cock deep into her ass. The other boy she had been fondling was ready for another crack at her too, but given her current position, the best he could manage was a sloppy blowjob. Karen lazily slurped the boy in her post orgasmic bliss. Her nerves were still on fire and every couple of minutes her body would quake through a mini-orgasm. The boy in her ass had stamina. She had to give him that. He was pounding her like a pro even as the boy in her mouth tried to hold back to get another crack at her happy holes.

Karen watched as the boy in her ass nodded at the boy in her mouth. In a well orchestrated move, blowjob boy popped his dick out of her mouth. He then slipped his hands under Karen’s shoulders and began sitting her up. As she started to bend, assfucker pulled out and began stroking his cock. As she reached a sitting position, Karen watched as a high velocity spatter of cum shot from the young man, deftly aimed at her face. With cum now dripping down her chin to her torso, the boy holding her up now pushed her back down and rolled her onto her hands and knees. He then scrambled behind her and with a spank on each ass cheek, entered her doggie style. He chose Karen’s sopping wet pussy, a fact Karen was happy about. She had learned to love anal sex, but she needed a break. Once his cock was buried deep inside her pussy, the boy began to spank Karen again urging her to fuck him. Karen wasted no time beginning to rock forward and back impaling herself on his tool. Karen was rolling her back trying to force the boy’s cock to hit her happy spots. Pausing to look up, she saw the four boys who had already cum sitting on the couch, their cum soaked cocks dangling between their legs.

The other four boys were standing in front of Karen, their erections looking angry and ready to attack. This inspired Karen who began bucking against her youthful stud harder and harder. As she felt herself go over the edge again, so did her partner. Another load of boy cum was now dripping from her pussy, a badge of honor Karen was wearing proudly. Without hesitating, Karen crooked a finger pointing at the next two combatants. Still on her hands and knees, Karen wondered what positions they would choose. The next boy to move behind her looked strong and powerful. Karen reached between her legs to finger her clit in lustful anticipation. Hearing the top of the KY jar being unscrewed, Karen began rubbing her clit faster. Her head buried in the mattress, the two boys were patient enough to let the slut withering below them to pleasure herself. Karen was moaning and begging the boys to fuck her. Feeling a cock poised at the entrance to her ass, she knew that is exactly what she was going to get.

Karen (begging): “Yes, stick me with it. Fuck my ass with your hot cock.”

Karen felt her ass cheeks being roughly grabbed as the boy shoved his cock deep into her now gaping asshole. She then felt the boy reach around her locking his hands around her stomach. Before she could fathom the reason for the change in position, the boy rocked her body back. He had used this move to pin his opponents on a wrestling mat, although he never had his cock buried in their ass before. Karen felt herself roll upside down, her shoulders touching the mattress and her legs spreading wide exposing her pussy for all to see. She sensed the other boys moving between her legs and then felt two fingers beginning to work the folds of her pussy. Karen placed her feet on the mattress and began an inverted humping of the cock in her ass while enjoying the fingers in her pussy very much. After a few cycles, she felt compelled to give the upper boy some new instructions.

Karen: “Fingers are nice, but cocks are better. Bury your tool and I’ll fuck you good. Strum my clit and I’ll do anything you want.”

That was the kind of offer no high school boy would turn down. Karen felt the boy spread her pussy lips and easily slide his cock inside her. Taking the lead, Karen found her own rhythm rocking up and down on the two cocks. Her arms and legs her positioned as if she was playing naked twister and the top boy did as requested as strummed her clit while she humped his cock. Not wanted to be left out, the final two boys began playing with her nipples. Slowly at first, they squeezed and pinched Karen’s nipples and fondled her breasts. As another whopper of an orgasm built inside her, Karen lewd suggestions to pinch and pull her nipples harder took on more urgency as Karen began making a series of howling noised usually reserved for Animal Planet. Karen and the two boys fucking her all climaxed at the same time in a sweaty conflagration of spunk and tears.

After they had blown their loads, the boys pushed Karen away leaving her in a twisted heap on the mattress. Joining the others in the bullpen, they boys commented how thankful they did not have the wrong end of the straw. Karen was oblivious to the demeaning and degrading comments coming from the peanut gallery. Her mind was gone. She was dehydrating and her nerves had been overloaded with stimulus. She barely noticed the two last boys fucking her. Both took her missionary style and both fucked her ass and pussy before pulling out and shooting their loads onto her chest. Karen just lay back and smiled at them, unable and unwilling to resist.

After the last two suitors finished round two, the group left Karen to ponder her life. Karen watched as the boys walked back into the kitchen; cum drying on her face and in her hair. She could hear the boys laughing, no doubt at her expense as she suddenly felt a warm towel being placed on her neck and saw a glass of water being placed on the table.

Terri: “That was quite a show. You need to drink lots of fluids and keep your strength up.”

Karen (groggily): “Are they done?”

Terri: “I can’t speak for Sam’s friends, but I know he and Jack still want a crack at you.”

Karen: “What about you?”

Terri: “We’ll see. Trust me, if there is a round three, you will not be walking straight for a week.”

Karen: “I’m already going to be very sore tomorrow.”

Karen finished drinking the glass of water and wiped down her face with the towel. Hearing the boys heading back into the room, Karen looked up. None of the boys were hard, no surprise there she thought, but several were at half staff. Joining the group were a naked Sam and a naked Jack, their cocks already poised at more than half staff. Sam was wheeling in a stool and Jack stood next to his wife who dutifully dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock to its full potential. Sam patted the top of the seat indicating Karen should sit down. He then pointed his cock at her face beckoning her to mimic his mother.

Satisfied that his cock was ready, Jack pulled out of Terri’s mouth and opened up the jar of KJ. From the corner of her eye, Karen noticed him greasing up is cock. Her asshole clenched involuntarily. Jack was at least two inches longer and significantly wider than any of the other boys. Karen now understood what Terri had meant about her walking funny. Jack tapped Karen on the shoulder and gestured for her to stand up. Sam pulled his cock from her mouth giving her room to move and Jack sat down on the stool, his cock proudly standing tall. Karen began to climb on his lap to impale herself, but he pushed her back.

Jack: “Face forward, reverse cowgirl, if you would.”

Karen didn’t care which was she was facing. Jack spread his legs and Karen sat down settling her ass right over his glorious cock. Jack spread her ass cheeks with both hands as she felt his tip poking at her most intimate of spots. With a now well practiced push, Karen forced herself onto her neighbor’s cock. At first, the intrusion was not much worse than that of the high school boys. But as more of Jack’s cock drove itself into her rectum, the more she had to stretch to accommodate it. Soon her ass was resting on Jack’s lap. The sensation of fullness was unlike anything else she had ever felt. Jack didn’t move his hips and Karen sat perfectly still trying to adjust to the rock hard invader. On the tail end of the Ecstasy trip, Karen was being turned on without even moving. The nerves in her ass, already frazzled by the other boys who had relentlessly pounded her, began to turn her arousal receptors on overdrive.

Sam approached Karen, his cock standing tall ready to impress. Karen looked down at her abused pussy, its juices mixing with semen to form a horny slut slurry. She looked back up at Sam with a nod of approval and arched her hips out as far as Jack’s cock would allow in an invitation to take her once again. Sam moved forward, but instead of penetrating his now desperate neighbor, he used his hand to snap the head of his penis against her clit. Rockets exploded in Karen’s brain and she involuntarily hopped a couple of inches up and then down Jack’s cock. Karen gave Sam her best “come fuck me” look and cooed. Liking what he saw, Sam hit her clit several more times. Each time Karen responded with pleading eyes and sultry moans. Karen hoped the boys were taking notes in case they ever met again.

Finally Sam gave her what she needed and plunged his cock deep into her fuckhole. Karen squealed in delight as the father and son team filled her like she had never been filled before. Karen wrapped her legs around Sam urging him to fuck her harder. Jack’s position had less leverage, but he did his best to ride her back door. Sam was pounding Karen from the front and soon she was delirious with pleasure. She knew she was about to have her best orgasm of the evening when she felt Sam stop and Jack begin to stand up. Without either man pulling out, Jack stood up forcing Karen to wrap her arms around Sam’s neck. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist. Freed from the confines of sitting, Jack began to take his pleasure on her ass. The mix of KJ and jizz gave him all the lubrication he needed to begin pummeling her unprotected ass. It was now Sam’s turn to hold still as Jack pistoned his cock up Karen’s shitter over and over again. He was relentless and obviously wasn’t going to stop until he shot is load.

Karen was screaming platitudes and thank yous into Sam’s ears for arranging the evening, pledging her service to the group anytime they needed her. This was music to Jack’s ears who had many plans for his sexy, but neglected neighbor. With a mighty grunt Jack buried his cock deep in Karen’s ass and let loose a torrent of cum. As blast after blast of jizz erupted in her ass, Karen’s own orgasm engulfed her. Sandwiched between the two cocks, suspended above the floor, Karen quaked, shook and moaned. Her quivering pussy was working a number on Sam who had been enjoying watching his father split Karen’s ass in two. Jack’s cock began to deflate and Karen began to calm down just in time to drop Karen to the floor before Sam detonated another flood of goo onto Karen’s upturned face.

Karen reveled in the coating rubbing her hands across her face spreading his seed across her neck and chest. Looking to the boys enjoying the show Karen commanded them to add their last loads to her face. Jumping at the chance, the boys stood around Karen and furiously pumped their cocks urging one last load from their balls for the night. They didn’t have much left, but nine more small loads were added to Sam’s generous coating leaving Karen covered in man-spunk. Her pussy and ass had been pounded into submission. Her poor ass especially would not be the same for days. Lying on the mattress, Karen was a fucked out piece of meat, glazed like a holiday ham, by the time the boys finished. Karen’s mind was a blur other than the ecstasy still pulsing through her pussy. Every time she touched her clit, a shiver of pleasure raced around her body.

Karen was so engrossed in her post gangbang high, she didn’t even realize Terri had snapped a collar and lead around her neck. Her eyes finally focusing after feeling the tug of the leash, Karen looked up to see Terri dressed in a leather jumpsuit and high heeled leather boots.

Terri: “Your husband will be back tomorrow. We need to get you home.”

Holding the leash, Terri turned toward the front door. Karen knew she was going to show one last act of submission to the assembled crowd and quickly crawled behind Terri and out the door. Karen expected Terri would allow her to walk, but instead she was instructed to “crawl like the dog she is” to her house. Karen burned with shame being led up her street, naked and covered in cum. When they reached Karen’s house, Terri had another act of debasement for the housewife. Terri ordered her to squat like a bitch in heat and pee on the lawn. Having held her bladder all night, she really needed to go to the bathroom and didn’t hesitate to begin relieving herself. Another camera flash, this time from Terri’s cell phone assured Karen the moment would be preserved. Karen wanted to masturbate on the spot, her insatiable need to cum not yet quenched.

Terri led Karen, still on her hands and knees to the front door. Terri unlocked the front door with her own copy of Karen’s house keys and led her inside. Karen was quite a sight. Her knees had been rubbed raw from crawling home and her cum coating had mixed with the grass clippings from her lawn. Led by the leash into her own living room, Karen felt like an object, like Terri’s possession. Karen had assumed her night was over. As it turns out, it had just begun.

Sitting in her living room waiting for her arrival was Billie, Stacey, Jacquelyn, Britney, Simone and Valentina. Laid out on the coffee table were all of Karen’s toys from her cabinet along with a few new ones… dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, restraints, crops, a cat-o-nine tails and a blindfold. As sore and tired as Karen was from servicing the boys, her pussy instantly moistened at the thought of now serving the women.

Valentina: “My my, you certainly do look different from when I last saw you. Did you enjoy your evening?”

Karen: “Yes mam. I certain did. I’ve never cum that much before.”

Valentina: “No doubt. The rest of this evening is going to be a little different. Everyone here helped in one way or another arranging your little party tonight. Now is your chance to pay us back.”

Karen: “Of course. Whatever you want.”

Karen was exhausted, but also was not about to let this opportunity pass.

Valentina: “Be careful what you commit yourself to do. The first step will be to clean you up. You look disgusting and I’m sure nobody here wants you to rub that man spunk on them. Get into the backyard.”

Terri had dropped the leash when they entered the room, but Karen continued playing her part. She crawled toward the back door giving the women a show by adding a wiggle to her ass.  The leash was dragging between her legs and her pussy was clearly glistening.

Valentina: “She is deliciously submissive Terri. We’re going to have a lot of fun training her. I just might have a whole new life for her.”

Terri: “She’s a total slut. Now that we know what turns her on, she’ll do anything we want.”

Karen heard the women talking about her in the third person, not sure of what Valentina meant by “new life” but she kept crawling. It was all her pussy would allow her to do. Out in the back yard, Valentina grabbed the garden hose and turned it on the squatting Karen. The rush of cold water hit her like a thunderbolt. Any feeling of arousal was instantly dashed as the Brazilian beauty washed away the remnants of Karen’s gang bang. Karen was shivering as the 55 degree water splashed across her body. Knowing the sooner she was clean the sooner the ordeal would be over, Karen used her hands to rinse her hair, face and body.

Satisfied that Karen was clean and not totally unsympathetic to the temperature of the water, Valentina pointed the spray from the hose off the trembling woman. Karen felt a towel hit her face, thrown from a smiling Terri. Karen quickly dried her body as Valentina turned off the water. Karen was thankful the women didn’t make her crawl back into the house, allowing her to walk, albeit naked, back into her living room. The cadre of sexy horny women had not waited for Karen to return. A full blown orgy had broken out as the women had paired off and stripped each other naked.

Terri: “Don’t worry Karen. We’re not going to fuck you again tonight. I’m sure your pussy and ass got enough of a workout already.”

Karen was confused. Before being hosed off Terri had talked about having Karen pay everyone back and now she was hinting that she would just be a spectator.

Terri: “I know what you are thinking. I said we would not fuck you again tonight, but your talented mouth is going to get a workout. Here’s the deal. The girls were waiting patiently but as you can see, they wanted to get started. Any time one of them request your services, you will immediately take care of them. I don’t care if they want you to eat their pussies, suck out their assholes, use a dildo or strap-on or whatever else they ask. Tonight you are low woman on the totem pole and you will not question anyone or refuse any request. Do you understand?”

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Karen took a look at the carnal scene laid out before her. An organic mass of human flesh was undulating on the floor and the sounds of lust echoed throughout the room. Terri led Karen back to the group and told her to sit on the floor next to her until she was needed. Terri gently stroked Karen’s head as they watched the women pleasuring themselves. Every so often one of the pack would break free and call for Karen to bring them over the edge. This process was repeated over and over until each woman was orgasmed out. The mass of flesh slowly shrinking as one girl after another moved out of the orgy, sexually spent.

Karen lost track of the number of pussies and assholes she was required to lick and she didn’t know how many loads of girl cum had been plastered on her face. Several of the women had requested Karen fuck them with the strap-on, a task Karen greatly enjoyed. Jacquelyn and Britney had ridden the chin dildo strapped to Karen’s face and Stephanie even asked Karen to spank her. While almost every permutation of the toys had been used and each woman had partnered with everyone else at some point, one person had not cum and was quaking with need to do so. While Karen had been a dutiful slave and held her own desire in check as long as she could, as the orgy wound down, she was desperate to cum one final time tonight.

Karen: “Please mistress, I need to cum again.”

Karen made the statement without addressing any specific person. At various times over the weekend she thought Terri was her new mistress, then Billie and finally Valentina. She was pretty sure Jack was her new master, but the relational dynamics between the women were confusing.

The three women looked at each other as if deciding who should answer. In the end, Valentina addressed Karen.

Valentina: “I think you have earned that. Sit up on the coffee table and spread your legs.”

Karen quickly complied and waited for the next order. Terri walked over and took the timer handcuffs and set them for five hours. Snapping the first cuff around Karen’s wrist she quickly secured the housewife’s arms behind her back. Billie was next, advancing on Karen with the magic wand vibrator held in front of her like a weapon. Karen looked at the teenager with pure lust in her eyes.

Billie threw the electric plug to Stacey who quickly powered up the unrelenting toy. With no fanfare, Billie pushed the head of the wand squarely against Karen’s mound. The women watched with appreciation as Karen shook and moaned as the wand worked its exquisite touch on Karen’s abused yet still overheated pussy. Karen began to pull her legs back together to force more pressure on her pussy bringing a strong rebuke from Terri and a call from Valentina to continue proving how much of a slut she is. The degrading words were just what Karen needed to send her over the edge. Her orgasm had been quick to form and didn’t last very long, her body long since worn down for the day. But still Karen was appreciative of being allowed to cum one last time.

Thus covered in the sheen of seven women and her own flowing juices, Karen was brought upstairs to her bed. Terri tucked her in as the first streaks of light were beginning to brighten the eastern sky.

Terri: “The handcuffs will release you in about four and a half hours. That will give you time to get cleaned up before your husband and daughter get home. After you clean up, I want you to write a recap of yesterday’s activities for the message board. Don’t worry, Tom and Katie need not know what happened this weekend. I know Billie original planned on blackmailing you, but that will not be necessary, will it? You have found your true calling haven’t you?”

Karen: “Yes mistress. I look forward to serving you further.”

Terri: “Good. Now get a few hours of sleep. You need to appear normal when your family gets home. We’ll be in touch.”

Terri kissed Karen on the forehead and walked out turning off the lights. Karen almost instantly fell asleep. The handcuffs holding her arms behind her back felt completely natural and she had sweet dreams of the adventures to come. The other women, except Billie, had all left. Terri walked her daughter home. They had many plans for their submissive neighbor and soon, her naïve daughter.

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?

Once again Karen felt the crate being raised up and being hauled off. Soon, for better or worse, she would find out what was going on. Karen was pleased to hear the nails being pulled from the top and could sense light on her as the top was opened. Karen felt two sets of hand grabbing her from under her arms and lifting her from her transport box. She assumed one of the men was James, but couldn’t guess who the other on might be.

Karen felt her leg straps being loosened although her arms remained secured. A rough pair of hands moved past Karen’s cheek causing her to reflexively duck her head. A masculine voice told her to hold still if she wanted the gag off. That was all the inspiration Karen needed. Her jaw was sore and she had plenty of questions to ask. She stopped moving and as promised, the gag was removed.

James: “You may speak now.”

Karen: “Where am I and who is with you?”

James: “That is a friend of mine and you are where your fantasies will come true. Stretch your legs and jaws for a minute and we’ll get started.”

Karen tried to relax. Perhaps everything would be alright. Karen did a few deep knee bends and tried her best to stretch her legs.

James: “Go ahead and take off the arm binder. Karen you’re not going to be any trouble are you?”

Karen: “No sir.”

Karen felt the zipper on the binder being pulled down. When her arms were free at last she moved her arms in front of herself and began to loosen her wrists, elbows and shoulders. The hand which had freed her now caressed her buttocks and then gave her a delicious spank as if to test her butt cheek’s jiggle factor.

Karen now felt her foot being raised and her shoe being placed back under her foot. She slid the pumps back on which made her feel somehow more dressed, although her clothes still left little to the imagination. Karen sensed someone moving in front of her and then heard the sound of a clip being hooked to her collar. She followed the tug and began walking behind the man.

James: “Let me describe where you are. Remarkably you are not far from your house. I drove in circles a bit to confuse you. We’re in an abandoned factory. One of my friends runs a security company and this building is one of his clients. His guards walk the parameter twice each night and come inside once. You will be spending the weekend. Your mistress Terri told me you love cock and especially getting gang banged. That is good because over the course of the weekend, most of my friends will be here.”

James was leading Karen around the factory to further disorient her. She passively was following him taking in every word he said.

James: “You are going to call your husband. I brought your cell phone from the house so don’t worry about the caller ID showing your location. Tell him you are spending the weekend with Terri at a spa hotel.”

James laughed at her predicament. Karen wasn’t sure what to make of the situation.

James: “Ready for your first task.”

Karen: “Not really.”

James: “Thanks for being honest. Now get on your knees.”

Karen wasted no time moving to the floor, her mouth opening as she went sure of what was to happen. As she assumed, a hard cock was pressed past her lips. Karen assumed it would have been James, but the length was wrong. It was bigger.

James: “I can tell from your reaction you realize that isn’t me. That is a friend of mine who works as a sorter at UPS. He just came off the night shift and he has to go to work in a few hours so I’m letting him go first.”

Karen began to get into the swing of things as she began to feel more comfortable. She loved the anonymity of the blindfold and based on the size of the cock in her mouth, she hoped the new man would be staying long enough to fuck her. Karen did her best to pleasure the young man and was soon reward with the first of many loads of cum in her mouth. Dutifully she swallowed every drop and then cleaned off the man’s cock. After hearing him zip up, she felt another tug on her collar and stood up.

James: “That was very good. You have quite a reputation at the warehouse which I’m sure will be spreading like wildfire. Are you ready for your next challenge?”

Karen: “I am.”

James: “Then follow me.”

Karen walked behind James led by the leash and trusting him to watch out for her. He warned her when they reached some stairs and made sure she held onto the railing as they walked down. The lower level seemed to be a labyrinth of corridors. Karen wondered if she could find her way out of the building without help. When at last James stopped, he announced this would be the primary location for the weekend’s festivities. Karen felt her arms being pulled behind her once again. This time she was secured with a set of leather cuffs instead of the arm binder, a detail she appreciated. Karen was slowly brought forward until her knees bumped what was obviously a mattress. “Oh goody,” she thought. “It’s fuck time!”

Karen felt her legs being pushed apart and another set of cuffs, this time with a spreader bar, being attached to her ankles. Karen had been in this position before. Soon she would be bent over the bed getting fucked from behind. With luck the perp would pull her ponytail and she would have her first orgasm of the day.

Karen felt herself being pushed forward, but instead of landing on the mattress, her head landed on the soft leg of someone already on the bed. Karen twisted her head in confusion in the general direction of where she thought James was standing. As he began to speak, Karen felt her head being pushed into position. Her mouth was soon squarely in line with a very juicy pussy.

James: “We thought it would be more fun to have two slaves this weekend. This one has been tied to the bed for a while and has been begging to cum. You know what that is like. Make her cum and do it quick or I’ll be getting out the whip.”

Karen didn’t care if James whipped her or not. She had already guessed that every toy he brought from her closet would be used on her this weekend. She dove into her task licking and sucking the pussy like a woman possessed. The recipient’s sounds were muted so Karen assumed she was gagged. Even without feedback Karen could judge how she was doing based on the flow rate of the woman’s juices and how the woman’s hips rolled on the bed. Someone behind her had grabbed Karen’s thong and was pulling it up putting much appreciated pressure on her own clit. Karen worked her second oral exam of the day like a pro and soon she could taste the woman cumming. Karen realized she had tasted that cum before. As the blindfold was untied from her head, Karen saw the spread eagled woman under her was in fact Terri.

Behind her, James pulled once again on the back of Karen’s thong indicating she should stand up. Karen looked down on Terri’s bound form below her. The woman who had brought her so much joy was strapped spread eagle to the bed. In her mouth was a red ball gag, she was blindfolded and wearing noise cancelling headphones. Karen turned her attention to James with a questioning look.

James: “I met your mistress one day when I was leaving your house. It turns out that, although she is your mistress, her nature is much more submissive than she shows you. Based on your recommendation she said we should hook up so I guess I have you to thank for that. It turns out if you spank her, her willpower to resist just melts. I didn’t tell her that you were going to be here today so if you want some payback, now is your chance.”

Karen had mixed emotions about the prospect of topping Terri. On one level, she had never felt the desire to control another person. On another, she might never get another chance to see what it is like.

Karen: “I would like to spank her.”

James: “Very good. Unhook her from the bed and roll her over.”

Karen: “I want her over my knee.”

James: “Even better.”

Karen and James released Terri from her bonds and pulled the ball gag out of her mouth. Terri was rubbing her wrists when the duo pulled her into a sitting position. James indicated Karen should be quiet and then stopped the music playing in her headphones and took them off her.

James: “You’ve done well so far this morning slave. But I was not satisfied with the way you dressed for me today. You need to be punished.”

Terri: “Yes master.”

James: “I have a special friend with me today. She couldn’t wait to eat your pussy so you have her to thank for your orgasm. Now she is going to help me spank you.”

Terri: “Thank you master.”

James motioned for Karen to sit on the edge of the bed. When she was ready, he helped position Terri across her lap. Karen used her left hand to apply pressure to the small of Terri’s back and then began slowly slapping her backside. James kept rotating his hands indicating she should hit Terri harder. Karen wasn’t sure how much force to use, but each time she hit Terri harder, Terri moaned louder so Karen figured she was doing good. As had been done to her so many times before, Karen temporarily stopped her assault to probe Terri’s pussy. As she had expected, it was wet and inviting. Karen’s payback floodgate opened. She felt an unrelenting need to tease Terri, to make her beg and to possess her soul.

For the next half an hour, Karen turned Terri’s ass bright red while pausing every few minutes to tease her pussy. She even had James retrieve one of the dildos from her duffle bag and a vibrating egg to further subject Terri to the torture of orgasm denial. Karen’s own pussy was flooding with the arousal of controlling another person so completely as Terri continually begged to be allowed to cum. Karen’s arm was tired and she had begun to feel sorry for Terri so she was about to give in and grant Terri her orgasm when James caught her attention. He made a simple gesture for an idea Karen liked immediately. Holding his first two fingers apart in a V, James flicked his tongue up and down between them. Karen nodded and James then lifted Terri off Karen’s lap. Positioning Terri between Karen’s legs, James unzipped the front of Karen’s thong. A heady smell of female arousal was released into the room. James could smell it. Karen could smell it and Terri recognized it.

Terri: “Hello Karen. I should have known James would bring you here.”

Karen: “Hello mistress. Time for you to pay me back. Eat my pussy bitch.”

Karen grabbed Terri’s head and forced her mouth down onto the steaming snatch below her. Terri briefly tried to fight against her own slave taking control, but her effort was in vain. As she tried to pull away, a quick swat by James to her tender ass took the fight out of Terri. Thus it came to be that Karen was finally able to relax and let Terri do all the work until she finally let loose with her first orgasm on the day. Karen wondered where this would lead their relationship. With four other dominate personalities in Terri’s household she had no illusions about being in control, but at least when she was alone with Terri, things were going to be different.

After Karen’s orgasm, James unhooked her spreader bar and removed Terri’s blindfold.

James: “You girls relax for a while. I have to make some calls.”

James left the room as Terri and Karen stared at each other.

Terri: “So you know my secret now.”

Karen: “Yup. Truth be told, I loved spanking you.”

Terri: “At my house, I will still be in charge, but maybe I can come over to your house sometimes and we can switch.”

Karen: “I would like that. I’d like to spank Billie some time too.”

Terri: “I doubt that is going to happen. She’s even tougher than James.”

Karen: “Do you know what the plan for today is?”

Terri: “No I don’t.”

Karen: “James told me I was spending the weekend.”

Terri: “He told me the same thing. I called Jack and told him you were treating me to a spa weekend.”

Karen: “I’m supposed to tell Tom the same thing… only it is your treat.”

The conversation paused as both women began looking around their surroundings. They appeared to be in an old storage room. It was dingy with bare concrete walls and a single light hanging from the ceiling. Two full size beds had been setup along with a table where Karen’s backpack now resided. There was also another locked case next to hers. Terri was the first to venture outside the door. Their room appeared to connect to a locker room. There were showers, a bathroom area, lockers and benches. Karen commented that James told her this was an abandoned factory. The two explored the locker room but there was no signage to give away their location. As they peered around the corner of the locker room exit, James appeared.

James: “You can see the rest of the place later. Right now I’ve got to get you two ready for our first visitors. Karen you need to call your husband.”

Terri was led back into the storage room while Karen made the call. She tried to sound convincing. Tom appeared to buy the story and James then led her back to the room. He told them to pick a bed, take off their panties and lie down spread eagled. James made quick work of securing them to the bed frame. Their legs were spread wide to the corners and their arms spread wide, but straight out perpendicular to their bodies with their heads at the top end of the mattress. James next move surprised the women. Grabbing Karen’s bed, he spun it around on the frame’s castors. He slid the two beds together end to end placing Terri and Karen’s heads together. The women wondered why, but didn’t ask. James continued his preparations by opening his locked case of special toys. The first item he pulled out were two pairs of nipple clamps connected by what looked like a 12 foot silver jewelry chain. Standing straddling the mattresses, James carefully threaded the chain through a large screw eye previously mounted into the ceiling. Standing down he left the clamps hanging between the women for dramatic effect. He then pulled two vibrating eggs out of his bag. Showing them to the girls, he explained that they would turn on at random intervals to keep them ready since he wasn’t sure exactly what time his friends would arrive. James popped the eggs into the girls’ mouths to warm them and then, after switching them on, inserted them into each woman’s willing pussy. Next he pulled out two fairly small butt plugs. Karen and Terri each noticed a wire running to a battery pack. James explained these plugs were also vibrators, again set to go off randomly. Both women were drooling as another of their holes fell victim to the whims of their master. Obviously they were going to be in this position for a while with no hope for relief.

Satisfied that his slave’s pussies and asses were well taken care of, James attached the clamps to their nipples, took the slack out of the chain and finally blindfolded the pair. Although they couldn’t see it, they heard the click of the light switch, the closing of the door and the click of the deadbolt. Neither woman said anything about their predicament. As the random vibrators began to work their magic, the room’s air became thick with the sounds and smells of female arousal. Both knew from experience that they would not get relief until James or his friends returned, but that didn’t stop them from dreaming. Terri began to test her bonds in an effort to change the position of the plug or egg. In doing so, she inadvertently pulled the nipple chain generating a scream from Karen. She apologized immediately, but Karen wanted more payback. Even though it hurt her to do it, Karen did her best to roll her chest to the side. This tugged on both women’s nipples eliciting two screams of pain and an agreement not to move.

Terri and Karen didn’t know how long they spent in this position. Time stands still when you are bound to a bed. They did know the battery died in the egg and the vibrator in their ass plugs was on its last legs. Both women were covered in sweat and the sheets beneath their pussies were soaked with their juices. Although they didn’t vocalize their concerns, both women wondered how many of James’ “friends” were about to arrive.

At long last they heard the unlocking of the storeroom door. Both women wiggled reflexively in anticipation shooting another shock of pain through their nipples. Neither woman could see the door open, but both heard a group of men talking and footsteps. Then silence. Karen smiled as she assumed none of the men could believe what they were seeing. James walked next to the women as casually unhooked the nipple clamps.

James: “Come in boys. Here they are just as I promised.”

As if to prove his point, he fished the egg out of Karen’s pussy and held it up glistening in the light. Another man walked over to Terri and repeated the process. Spontaneously all the men laughed. Karen and Terri could sense the men circling the bed and then felt hands moving over their overheated bodies.

Man 1: “These girls are drowning in their own juices. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Karen felt a hand grip her silk wrap and tear open the front.

Man 2: “Look at the tits on this one. I love that bra.”

She then felt another finger making its way into her pussy.

Man 3: “Damn she is wet. I wish my wife got this excited.”

James: “As I promised, these fine women are yours to do with what you please for the next hour. The only rule is that you don’t hurt them or mark them permanently. If they get out of line you can spank them or use the riding crop, but be sensible. Girls, your safe word is UPS. Guys, if one of them says UPS, you will stop immediately or you will answer to me. Trust me, you don’t want to get out of line. Agreed? Good. Have fun.”

Terri wondered what the payoff was for James as she felt a finger begin to slide into her pussy. She could hear Karen already moaning and wondered what the men were doing to her friend. The sound of clothes being removed filled the room. Terri tried to count how many men were there and gave up after six. She thought she had the count right, but could not be sure. What she was sure of was a hard cock working its way up her tight pussy. As her first suitor began to have his way with her, a semi-hard cock was placed in each of her tethered hands. She assumed three guys had picked her and three had picked Karen as the beds started to bang together from the force of the guys fucking her and Karen. Terri’s head was knocking against Karen’s as both women received the cocks they had been dreaming of all day.

Both Karen and Terri assumed their studs would not last long given how good they knew they looked and the kinkiness of the situation. After just a few minutes, Terri felt the man fucking her disengage and then she felt the first splatters of his load hit her chest, neck and face. The man had very thick, gooey cum which stuck to her body like glue. She guessed some of the cum had overshot her head and hit Karen. The visual of the first guy cumming must have been enough to pop-off the second guy who similarly hosed down Karen. Both of the first two fuckers were quickly replaced by the men who Terri was giving hand jobs. Apparently the men had agreed not to mess up the girl’s pussies since both men also pulled out before shooting delivering another load of spunk onto the bound women’s bodies.

Terri really began to wonder how many men were present as a third began to take her. Karen wasn’t worried about the details. She had started to cum as soon as she was penetrated and had already orgasmed two times. Both of the third place batters were successful in holding their load back longer. Terri finally came and Karen came again before their faces were assaulted with direct hits of warm jizz. Lying on the beds in pools of cum and sweat, the women finally had a break in the action as the men needed a rest. Although they remained blindfolded, probably to protect the “innocent” Terri thought, they straps holding them to the bed were removed.

Man 1: “We’re going to fuck you again, but we need some more stimulation to get us hard. We want you to kneel, make out with each other and clean the cum from each other’s bodies.”

Karen though that sounded wonderfully kinky and decadent. She wasted no time scrambling to her knees and could feel the mattress moving as Terri did the same. Karen felt two hands on her shoulders guiding her to Terri and opened her mouth in preparation of the passionate lip-lock to come. Once they were joined, the women began to sloppily French kiss each other making sure plenty of slurping sounds were happening for the benefit of getting the men hard again. Karen was the first to break the kiss and to begin exploring Terri’s face in a quest for errant spunk.

Karen’s mouth on her neck was driving Terri crazy. Terri had always known her neck was one of her strongest erogenous zones and having Karen suck cum off of it was a huge turn on. The men took turns guiding the women until the majority of their cum had been cleaned. Karen could still feel the remnants of some that had dripped where it didn’t belong, but Terri felt remarkably clean. Karen felt her bed rolling on the floor being separated from Terri. She was still kneeling when she felt the mattress compress and a semi-hard cock brush her lips. Reflexively she reached for the cock and began to stroke it. As it began to harden, she pulled the man toward her mouth and began to suck a second erection out of the man. This process was repeated until she had enticed three men to be ready for their second round. Karen sensed one of the men lie down and was not surprised when hands guided her to mount him. The man groaned as Karen’s pussy slid down his shaft. She began milking is cock with her well developed pussy muscles. She was happy the man had cum once already because hopefully he would stay harder the second time.

Karen then felt the butt plug being pulled out. The batteries had died long ago so its only current function was to keep her ass spread, ready for a hard cock. Man number 2 did not disappoint her. His dick still wet from her blowjob, he quickly sank his member home in her butt. The two men began to build a rhythm rocking her back and forth on their manhoods. The third man stood on the edge of the bed and presented his cock for Karen to suck. Karen was in heaven having all three of her holes filled simultaneously. Once again she had reached the state of an almost continual orgasm as her senses were overloaded. Through her own moans she could hear the sounds of Terri getting banged as well. Terri was spewing a string of foul language so Karen knew she didn’t have her mouth full, but based on her consent to “fuck my ass you piece of shit” Karen knew where at least one of the cocks was buried.

The man inside Karen’s ass began to grab hold of her butt and thrust more demandingly. Karen knew he would be unloading soon and wondered if he would be content to fill her backside or if he would shower her face again. As he unloaded deep inside her bowels Karen decided the men must be friends and ass boy must not want to drip on the man inside her pussy. Once the man pulled out of her ass, the man in her mouth departed to take his place. As he eased his cock into her rectum, the man in her pussy stopped thrusting. He simply held her impaled on his fuck stick while the other man began pounding her backside. He lasted a little longer than the first time, although by the time he made his deposit in the now cum dripping ass of Karen, he didn’t have much cream to add. Karen understood filling her ass must be the plan for round two when the plug was reinserted giving the third man a chance to slide out from under her and crack her open again. Once his load was added to the first two, the plug was reinserted again and she was spanked once on each butt cheek by each man.

Apparently the other group of men was a little more civil with Terri. They too had deposited their second loads up her ass and then secured a plug to hold the gunk in place, but instead of double penetrating her, only one guy at a time fucked her. Without having to work around two other bodies, when they were inside her they could really go to town and give her the fucking she was demanding. Staying hard was not a problem as they waited as Terri’s string of foul language and the live sex show in front of them would stimulate any man.

Karen heard the door opening again as Terri received her congratulatory spankings.

James: “I trust you enjoyed yourselves?”

In unison the men all agreed.

James: “Was it worth the money?”

Again in unison the men agreed.

The men picked up their clothes and headed out to the showers. Karen and Terri felt James remove their blindfolds and began to blink their eyes in rapid succession as they readjusted to the light.

James: “Just wait here and relax. The boys are going to shower and after they leave, I’ll let you do the same.”

Karen: “I didn’t agree to let you pimp me out.”

James: “Yes you did. It’s in the contract you signed this morning.”

Karen: “What are you talking about?”

James: “Remember when I delivered the crate. You really should look at what you’re signing before you agree to a legal document.”

Karen looked dejected. Terri had agreed willingly to participate so she wasn’t concerned.”

James: “Don’t worry it’s not a big deal. Today a few of my friends are going to pay for the privilege of fucking your hot bodies. Take it as a complement. For your age you two as still smoking hot. Tonight you can have a good night’s sleep and tomorrow the money that you raised today will be used to produce a little film about your secret fetishes. Don’t worry it’s not going to be sold in this country. Germany and Japan are hotbeds for this kind of smut so the audio will be dubbed and your names will be changed. Sunday we’re going to play by ear, but you should be home early in the afternoon.”

Karen was almost in tears at his betrayal. This kind of thing could ruin her husband’s career. Terri came over and gave her neighbor a hug.

Terri: “I know what you are thinking. Don’t worry. James assured me he can shoot the footage so you will not be recognized.”

Karen: “No offense, but if you are discovered you might lose a job you can easily replace. If I’m found out it will be a scandal.”

Terri: “Trust me. You’ll get a mask. Nobody will recognize you and you’ll be cumming all day. It’s win win.”

James: “Terri’s right. I would never expose your husband or you to a possible scandal. We make the movie and if the foreign distribution is picked up, everybody can make about ten grand.”

Karen: “Can I pay you ten grand not to make the movie?”

Terri: “Where’s the fun in that? I know you enjoyed the last six guys and I know you will enjoy the rest of the weekend.”

Karen wasn’t convinced yet, but she trusted Terri. James left the room to check the status of his anonymous sperm donors. Cum had started to leak past Karen’s plug and down her leg. She was getting desperate for a shower. She looked pleadingly at Terri who just smiled back. James returned an announced that there showers were ready and to take off the rest of their lingerie. The women gingerly sat down on the edge of the beds to remove their stockings. Their asses were sore and their muscles were still tight from being held in place for so long. James told them to keep the plugs in until they reached the showers. Naked and reeking of sex, the women made the short trip to the shower room. Sitting on tripods were two professional looking video cameras. Karen wondered if their earlier session with the six men was also recorded.

When they got there James had them extend their arms and cuffed their wrists. There was about a 2 foot chain between cuffs which seemed odd to Karen. As they waited near the showers, a nerdy looking man entered the room from the locker side. Karen was shocked, but Terri took it in stride. It was all part of the game.

The young man was naked except for a plastic apron. It was white and looked almost like a lab coat. His cock was already hard causing the apron to bulge obscenely. He was wearing swim goggles, had a stethoscope around his neck, was wearing long rubber gloves and was pulling two IV carts with enema bags attached. Karen didn’t need to wonder why this man had to pay for sex. He didn’t look like he could get a woman any other way. She wondered if James delivered any items from JT’s to him.

The man led Terri into the showers first. Karen was ready to make a break for the door, but James took her chains in his hand and shook his head. Terri’s arms were stretched above the shower head securing her upright and facing the wall. She had to extend her body full out to make contact. Karen was glad she was a few inches taller than her friend as she was placed in the same position one shower head over. The man knew what he wanted; Karen had to give him that. He never spoke; he just went about his business, the tent pole under his apron growing ever harder.

The first thing he did was pull the plug out of Terri’s ass. Dropping it to the tile floor, the man knelt behind her and sealed his mouth over her gaping asshole. Karen was having trouble looking around her arms but it certainly appeared the man was sucking the three loads of jizz of out Terri’s ass. Terri was certainly enjoying the sensation as she began to hump her butt on the man’s face. When he was done he gave both her ass cheeks a kiss and moved behind Karen. In a perverse way Karen was disappointed some of the cum had leaked down her leg, but the man didn’t seem to mind. Moving Karen’s legs apart, he simple licked from her ankle to her ass on both legs. Karen could hardly believe it, but she started feeling aroused again by this pervert’s fetish.

When the man finished cleaning her legs, he popped out the plug and used his tongue to clean her hole. Karen wasn’t a fan of rimming, but this nerd’s tongue was certainly doing a number on her. Karen was moaning and her pussy was leaking again by the time the man finished. She hoped he would put his tent pole to good use, but that wasn’t part of the man’s plan.

After the man had finished cleaning Karen, he unhooked the cuffs and reattached them to Karen and Terri’s ankles. James was waiting with a pair of spreader bars which were placed between the cuffs. The girls were then placed on the cold shower tile floor lying next to each other. The man produced a long strap which he wrapped around their stomachs and then over the shower head thus insuring their butts would be held up and their holes exposed. Once the girls were ready, he brought the enema bags over. Karen had never had an enema and doubted her ass in its well used state would be able to hold back the liquid. The man spread some lubricant on the end of the hoses and began working them up each woman. Karen had never felt anything quite like the hose up her most private spot and was surprised to find the warm water from the bag unexpectedly pleasant. Terri lay passively next to Karen and let him do his nastiness. Karen was getting more and more turned by the situation and found herself playing with her nipples and rubbing her clit in an effort to get herself off.

Once the man had the enema bags empty he told the women to hold the fluid as long as they could. He took off his apron and stood over them jerking his cock while he watched Karen and Terri squirm. Karen was surprised at the size of the man’s cock. She assumed it would be very small, but in fact it looked like it would be quite satisfying.”

Karen: “Why don’t you put that cock to some good use and fuck me.”

Terri: “Not going to happen hon. I’ve read about his type. He’s not interest in fucking you.”

The man continued to yank on his crank as the pressure on their bowels became more intense. Karen continued to masturbate in time with the man’s tugs. She assumed he would try to hold off until they expelled the enema which was exactly correct. Well mostly correct. The scene became a test of wills as the women tried to hold back releasing the quart of water filling their rectum and the man tried not to cum. Karen was rapidly reaching the point of no return and knew she would not be able to hold the enema as she climaxed.

Karen: “Oh God. I’m going to cum. Get ready, I’m going to burst.”

Through her unfocused eyes Karen saw the man pull down his swim goggles and dive to the floor behind her ass. As her orgasm overtook her, she struggled but lost control of her sphincter muscles causing the enema to rocket out of her butt. Out of her butt and squarely into the face of the man. His mouth was open like a swimmer gasping for air as Karen showered his head with her smelly, foul discharge. Karen couldn’t begin to understand how the man could get off on that or how he first tried it, but the sheer degeneracy of the situation kicked her climax into overdrive. As her friend lay shaking beside her, Terri knew the man would be ready for her.

Terri: “Here comes another. Get ready.”

Terri held back until the man repositioned himself between her legs. She then released the water; squeezing her muscles to shoot her special treat with even more velocity than Karen had. After the man was coated with the flow from both women he rolled over onto his back and resumed jerking off. It only took two or three good strokes before the man shot a load at least three feet into the air. Karen was leaning up to get a good look and was amazed to see the man aim his cock so his jizz would arc over his chest and splatter his neck and face. His mouth was open just like hers had been earlier in the day has drop after precious drop on cum found its home on his tongue. He then took off the goggles and licked them clean before using his fingers to clean up any cum leftovers from his shoulders and neck. Karen thought she would puke when he licked his cum and enema mixed fingers clean. She lay on the shower floor gasping for breath as the man stood up and calmly walk out of the shower. He hadn’t said a word the entire time.

Karen was unable to speak. James came into the shower and removed the cuffs. He told the girls to take their time and have a good shower. He returned to the cameras and filmed a couple of minutes of the girls being regular people before turning off the cameras and moving them out to another room.

Terri: “Welcome to the world of fetish porn.”

Karen’s body was still tingling as she took her shower. After she and Terri finished James escorted them back to the storeroom and told them to get some rest. He would return later with more of his coworkers they could service. Karen lay down on the filthy mattress and was soon fast asleep. She had no concept of how long she napped. Karen woke when she heard the rattling sounds of people outside the storeroom door. With no clocks or windows, Karen knew it could be morning or just an hour later than when she lay down. She and Terri were still groggy as the door swung open and four scruffy looking young men entered.

Young man 1: “Hello sluts. Ready for some fun?”

Neither Terri nor Karen said anything as the man approached. He was wearing sweat pants so with little effort he pulled them down exposing a rapidly hardening cock. Terri still looked sleepy as the man stood in front of her and took aim at her yawning mouth. Karen looked back toward the door to see the other three men advancing on her. Soon she was on her knees taking each man in turn into her mouth. That is how the rest of the night went. Men, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups, would arrive and want their dicks sucked. Most fucked the girls’ pussies, some their asses but all of them left satisfied. Twice the men brought their girlfriends. Karen appreciated the change of pace as both times she was positioned doggie style so she could eat the woman’s pussy while her boyfriend plowed her from behind. Karen lost track of how many people she serviced that night. She knew it was more than her wrestling team gangbang at Terri’s house. Terri too seemed satisfied at the end of the night. The pair had taken on all comers, had sucked and fucked them dry and had their own bodies shredded by orgasms. After one of their naps, James arrived to wake them.

James: “Wake up sleepy heads, it’s late morning.”

Terri and Karen slowly got off the mattresses, their bodies stiff and sore.

James: “Grab a shower and clean yourselves up. You look like a couple of fucked out whores.”

Karen smiled weakly. That was exactly how she felt. She and Terri spent 20 minutes or so under the soothing warm waters of their respective shower heads. A new woman appeared at the edge of the shower room holding two large fluffy towels. The woman was young; Karen estimated about 19 and was dressed very casually. She wore her hair in a ponytail, didn’t have much makeup on and had round lens glasses. She definitely didn’t look like she belonged there.

Susan: “Good morning Karen and Terri. My name is Susan and I will be doing your hair and makeup today. There are bagels and coffee waiting for you. They want to start shooting in about two hours so we need to get moving.”

Two hours? How much makeup did she need?

They followed Susan to another room. There were two mirrored dressing tables setup with a wide selection of products at Susan’s disposal. While Karen still though Susan looked like she didn’t belong there, she had to admit the young girl had skills and knew her job well. In just an hour and a half both women had new hair styles and professionally applied makeup. Terri thought they both looked smashing.

James came in the room and told the girls the “plot” of the movie. Terri and Karen were spies who get caught sneaking around the secret hideout of some unspecified super villain. Dressed in short leather skirts, revealing halter tops and of course wearing completely impractical high heels, they would be easily captured by the villain’s henchmen.

Karen: “You promised nobody would see my face.”

James: “I remember. Don’t worry. We’re going to film you sneaking around the factory, but all of your close-ups will be from behind. Terri will have the only speaking parts so I’ll only have to show her face, not yours.”

Karen: “What about the shower footage yesterday.”

James: “We’ll look at that tonight after we’re done. I’ve edited most of the footage so your face isn’t visible. The couple of times I couldn’t, I blurred out the detail. Nobody will ever know it is you.”

Karen wasn’t convinced, but she nodded. Susan finished dressing the girls and they were escorted back upstairs to the factory floor. Light was streaming through the high windows defusing through the dust in the air. The lack of artificial lighting gave a creepy and sinister look to the factory. Two camera operators were already shooting video of the factory for the girls’ point of view images. James then began directing the girls on how to walk around the factory as the camera operators recorded their every move. James had the girls sneaking around the factory floor and then one of the offices looking for “evidence.” Terri would give Karen verbal directions every so often while Karen’s main task seemed to be bending over the desks and crawling on the floor during her search.

Satisfied he had enough “story line” soft core footage of his heroines flaunting their bodies, James directed the girls to slowly walk side by side through a short hallway. Karen noticed for the first time a light was turned on in the room at the end of the hall. This should have been a tip off, but still Karen was surprised as she entered the room and a strong arm wrapped around her waist and another hand pressed a damp cloth over her mouth. She struggled against her attacker and noticed Terri was receiving the same treatment. She could hear James giving directions to struggle more and then to slowly stop and drop to the floor as if they had been rendered unconscious. Karen did her best imitation of so many actresses she had seen chloroformed on TV. She succumbed first and as she lay on the floor motionless, she felt Terri land on top of her.

James: “Cut. That was great! Good job you two.”

Somehow the praise made the situation feel normal. Over the last 24 hours Karen had sex with an unknown number of strangers and was now “captured” and about to be abused in a fetish film, but somehow the world felt right to her. The two henchmen helped Terri and Karen up. Karen’s helped copped a discrete feel of her breasts while Terri’s helper was unsubtly running his hands up under her skirt. Immediately Karen’s pussy sprung to life as the sexual tension began to build.

Terri and Karen were brought back to Susan’s room where they were quickly transformed from spies to prisoners. For Karen that meant a latex catsuit hugging her body like a second skin. A long zipper ran the length of her back and Karen knew she would not be able to get the suit off without help. Noticing three additional zippers, one over each breast and one running from the top of her pussy to the top of her ass, Karen assumed this was how she would be dressed for the rest of the video.

In contrast, Terri was wearing a leather bra and g-string combination. Karen would have taken her for the dominant except for the unsecured leather cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles. Once the girls were dressed, Susan escorted them down another level into the sub-basement. The air was heavy with the smell of mold and the humidity level was very high. The trio went through a winding corridor until they reached another secure room. Inside Karen saw another set of restraints, for her no doubt, a blindfold, to hide her face she hoped, and two hard backed wooden chairs.

Following them into the room were the two camera operators and the henchmen. The henchman grabbed both women around the waist and picked them up in a fireman’s carry position. Karen glorified in being so completely man handled and hoped she would be able to show her appreciation in a more meaningful way. As the cameras rolled, the men told the women to act unconscious and trust them. Karen slumped against his shoulder and did her best to help him land her on the chair. Trying to appear completely unresponsive, Karen shrewdly helped the man secure her to the chair and had to suppress a smile as she felt the blindfold being positioned over her eyes. At that moment, Karen longed for the man to push his penis in her mouth, but knew she had to play the roll she had been given, so she slumped down as far as her restraints would let her. Hearing James yell “cut” once more, Karen perked up, although she wasn’t released.

James: “We’re going to shoot a brief dialog scene in the next room and then we’ll be back for our stars. Just relax.”

Karen could picture the grin on James’ face as he delivered that line. Karen heard the door shut. She asked Terri if she knew what was going on, but Terri insisted she didn’t have the details. Karen wanted to press her for more information but she heard James yell “action” silenced her. Karen could hear the voices of at least two men, the henchmen she assumed, discussing their capturing the two spies. A woman’s voice joined the conversation assuring them that she would “make them talk” and promising the men their faithful service would soon be rewarded. Karen heard the door slowly open and could sense a bright spotlight shining on her body. There was a brief pause which felt like an eternity to Karen before she heard James yell “cut” once again.

Karen felt the blindfold being removed. As her eyes began to focus through the bright light, in silhouette in front of her stood a beautiful woman, to all the world dressed as the ultimate dominatrix. She was short, Karen noticed that, but she had curves in all the places a woman should have curves. Her chest was blessed with an ample bosom which looked real, to Karen’s surprise, hidden just enough by the black merry widow corset she was wearing. Her blond hair was cropped short and a riding crop in her hand insured she meant business. The final touches were bright red lipstick, elbow length gloves and thigh high leather boots. Immediately Karen began to drool at the sexy creature before her. The woman walked up to Karen, her incredible breasts bouncing with every step until they brushed across Karen’s face.

“Nice to meet you new fish. I’ve played with Terri before, but I always enjoy new talent. Especially ones who do this because they are really sluts and not just in it for the money. My name is Elizabeth Rose, but you will call me Mistress E.”

Mistress E snapped her fingers and immediately Karen’s world went dark again as the blindfold was reattached. Karen felt her new mistress’ hand draw across her lips as she walked around the pair of bound women.

Mistress E: “Nice to see you again Terri. You were right about your neighbor. She’s a knockout.”

Terri: “Thank you mistress. I know Karen will serve you well.”

Karen heard the sound of heels clicking across the floor and through the door. She then heard camera tripods being setup in strategic locations in the room and knew last night was just a prelude.

After a brief pause, Karen sensed the lights being turned off and then heard James shout “action.” Once again she heard the telltale click of a woman’s heel on the floor and knew it was Mistress E and her bitch boots. The lights clicked on and Karen could tell at least three people entered. The first voice she heard was Mistress E’s, only now she was speaking with a German accent and was much sterner sounding.

Mistress E: “Horst, Otto, you’ve done well. These bitches thought they could just sneak in here and recon our operation. Well they have another thing coming. We’re going to do a little investigation of our own and find out what these spies know. After we’ve got all their information, you can dispose of them as you see fit.”

Otto/Horst: “Yes mam!”

Karen felt Mistress E’s gloved hand caress her cheek.

Mistress E: “You are a delicate one. Tell me, why did you think you could defeat us?”

Karen: “Fuck you bitch.”

Before she even finished the sentence Karen felt the stinging pain from a sharp slap across her cheek.

Mistress E: “Such insolence for someone at my mercy. You’ll learn. I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

Karen felt Mistress E’s hands begin to caress her latex encased breasts. Karen wanted to play the part of the tough prisoner, but Mistress E’s experienced hands were electric. Without thinking, Karen began to mew and push her chest out toward the knowing hands.

Mistress E: “I seem to have discovered your weak spot. All trusted up like you are you probably are sitting in a nice puddle of your own juices. Your nipples got hard as soon as I touched you. You probably didn’t realize it, but you just gave me the key to everything you know.”

Karen sat listening to Mistress E’s speech, but her mind was 100% focused on the hands manipulating her breasts. Through her fog, she heard another snap of fingers. Moments later, she felt a vibrator being pressed between her legs until the shaft was wedged under her butt. It was set on a low speed and its oscillations caused the catsuit to vibrate in a deliciously naughty way.

Mistress E: “That will keep you on simmer while I go to work on your partner.”

Again Karen heard the finger snap.

Mistress E: “Take this other one to my playroom.”

Karen heard the sounds of Terri being unhooked and ushered out of the room. She then felt Mistress E’s hot breath as she whispered in Karen’s ear.

Mistress E: “Don’t get lonely pet. I’ll be back soon enough and you’ll be begging to tell me what you know.”

Karen: “Don’t think you will break me that eas…”

A final finger snap and Karen felt a hood being pulled down over her head muffling any further sound. Karen began to panic and began to hyperventilate. She heard the cameraman who had remained in the room to record her being teased by the vibrator to tell her to relax and breathe through her nose. It was a struggle, but Karen managed to calm herself down. The air holes in the hood’s nose were large enough to allow her to breathe normally once she stopped panicking. Karen’s ears were filled with sounds from an adjacent room as Mistress E interrogated Terri. Karen could tell the interrogation technique consisted mainly of verbal abuse punctuated with paddling, whipping and from the sounds of Terri’s moans, at least one penetration.

The vibrations from under Karen’s suit were having the desired effect and soon Karen was rolling her hips trying to force the teasing tool into a more beneficial position. The experienced cameraman missed nothing and captured the erotic spectacle of Karen bound to the chair trying to get herself off. Karen’s muffled moans of pleasure were emanating from below the hood while the muted sounds of Terri screaming in orgasm from the room next door washed over the production.

Karen hoped Mistress E would return quickly now that Terri had climaxed. Karen’s body was once again aching with need. The pressure of her hard nipples against the latex and the not quite hard enough vibrations from the vibrator were driving her crazy. She knew she would beg Mistress E to be allowed to climax. She also knew Mistress E would never allow that without punishing her, but Karen didn’t care. Karen’s mental stimulation picturing the diminutive Mistress E standing over her groveling body had Karen’s pussy dripping into the catsuit. With her mind racing thinking about the adventures to come, Karen didn’t hear Mistress E’s return. As the hood was removed, Karen looked up hoping to see Elizabeth’s curvaceous form, briefly forgetting she was still blindfolded.

Karen felt the zippers constraining her breasts begin to lower.

Mistress E: “I know you are too proud to give in without a struggle, but I guarantee you will soon be begging me for relief.”

Karen was ready to beg right then. She was sure Mistress E could sense her desires and concluded her continued struggle was required for the benefit of the camera.

Karen: “You are wrong bitch. You’ll get no information from me.”

Mistress E: “That’s just what your partner said. Of course within half an hour she was my loyal slave begging for me to fuck her up the ass. She told me everything we needed to know before I let her cum, but just in case, I need to find out if you know anything else.”

Karen felt two strong pinches on her nipples.

Mistress E: “You’re going to be easy.”

Karen didn’t respond and her nipples were released. She then felt her restrains being removed and two strong hands raising her into a standing position. Without warning, the riding crop Karen had seen earlier made firm contact with her right butt cheek. The crack of leather on latex filled the room followed quickly by a cry of agony from Karen’s mouth. Despite the pain shooting to her brain, Karen was pleased to finally be getting some attention and began to bend forward slightly and wiggle her butt at Mistress E.

Mistress E: “See how this whore’s body begs for my lash. I bet I could make her cum just using my crop. How about it slut? Do you take pleasure from me tormenting your body?”

Karen didn’t respond and was treated to another lash from the crop.

Mistress E: “You’re pushing your ass out even further to tempt me. But I am stronger than you. Answer my question or I’ll stop.”

Karen paused before admitting she liked being whipped.

Mistress E: “I thought so. Our profile of you indicated you were very susceptible to reprogramming. In fact, I can use that leaky pussy of yours to turn you into a very valuable double agent.”

Karen: “Never. I could not disown my country.”

Mistress E: “You say that now, but you will not for long.”

Karen was enjoying this game. She had seen enough fetish porn to understand the roll she was playing. She tried to play hard to get, but Mistress E was far to experienced a Dom to be defeated by a 40 something housewife. After unzipping the catsuit at Karen’s pussy, a few well placed strokes with her fingers had Karen panting and begging to cum. After a few additional verbal assaults Karen had surrendered and told Elizabeth she would do anything to be allowed to cum.

Mistress E: “Usually the threat of pain is the incentive I need to turn a spy’s loyalties. With you it’s something different. For you, the threat is not being allowed to cum. I’ll tell you what. I’m going to use the crop on you nine times; 3 on each nipple and 3 times on your lovely clit. If you can come by the time I’m done, I’ll take you to my playroom and give you the same kind of pleasure I gave your partner. If not, I’ll still take you to my playroom, but I’m going to tease you for a few hours.”

Karen nodded. Her body was so primed she knew achieving an orgasm would not be a problem. Karen felt her arms being pulled apart and voluntarily spread her legs. Next she felt Mistress E’s gloved hand begin to manipulate her right breast and once again pull on its nipple. With her breast being squeezed by Mistress E causing her nipple to pop out even more than usual, Karen felt the first snap of the riding cross. A moan of pleasure escaped from Karen’s mouth. The stinging bite of the crop hurt, of course, but Karen was beyond the pain.

Karen: “One mistress. Thank you mistress.”

Mistress E liked what she heard. She had not expected Karen to count without being prompted. The process was repeated two more times and then three times on Karen’s left breast. Karen was becoming limp as she struggled not to cum. She wanted to wait until the last kiss from the crop on her clit. Mistress E teased the end of the crop up and down Karen’s slit while taunting her and making her beg again. Then gloriously, the crop snapped squarely across Karen’s most happy spot. Had her arms not been supported she would have fell to her knees.

Karen: “Thank you mistress my I have another.”

And she did. The second was even harder than the first. Karen’s body was quivering as she struggled to hold herself back from a massive orgasm. She was fighting a losing battle and pleaded with Mistress E to finish her “punishment” so she could cum.

Karen heard the whoosh of the crop, but there was no contact… at least until an ice cube was pressed into her pussy. The freezing temperature instantly killed her preorgasmic buzz and caused her body to tense. Karen heard another whoosh and this time there was contact. Hard contact as Mistress E brought the crop down flat on Karen’s clit. Her pussy was numb from the ice, but her clit was on fire from the crop. Karen yelled in agony, but did not climax. Horst and Otto released her arms. Karen’s legs were too weak to support her weight and she crumpled to the floor; a defeated pile of slave flesh.

Mistress E: “I believe the bet was you would come by the ninth stroke or I would get to tease you for a few more hours. I do believe you lost. Now crawl behind me.”

The camera zoomed in as Karen meekly followed Mistress E out of the room. The shot was filled with a picture of Karen’s latex clad ass swinging back and forth as she subserviently crawled along the floor. Without the benefit of sight, Karen had to rely on Mistress E’s commanding voice correcting her direction. After they arrived at their destination, heard James say “cut” and her blindfold was released. Looked at Mistress E she found the beautiful woman smiling at her. Her tone had changed back into a softer, friendlier tenor and she complemented Karen on her performance.

Mistress E: “Sorry I didn’t let you cum, but we have lots more shooting to do today and I need you on edge.”

Karen: “Whatever you desire mistress.”

Mistress E: “Good. Rest for a few minutes while they setup and we will continue.”

Karen watched as Elizabeth sashayed out of the room and Terri entered. She had the glow of a woman who had her climax instead of one frustrated by being denied.

Terri: “That was a hot scene you did. I got all gushy just watching.”

Karen: “Why did you get to cum? I’m so horny I feel like I’m going to burst.”

Terri: “Mistress E and I have played at swingers clubs a couple of times. She’s probably just feeling you out. I told her you get wilder the longer you have to wait for an orgasm so she’s probably just trying to bring out your best performance.”

Karen: “Great. Thanks for sharing that with her.”

Karen’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. Terri grinned and nodded her head. Part of her felt sorry for Karen but another part relished in teasing her. Once the camera operators were setup, Mistress E returned.

Mistress E: “I’ll give you a choice, Karen. You can wear the blindfold and be comfortable or wear this mask with a built-in penis gag.”

Mistress E held up a leather mask. There were cutouts for the eyes and nostrils but in the center by where the mouth would go was a thick rubber dildo. It would definitely stretch her jaws, Karen thought, but I would also be able to see what was happening.

Karen: “I’ll take the mask.”

Mistress E: “A fine choice. Are we ready to roll James?”

James: “Just give me two more minutes, Liz. We’re almost set.”

Mistress E took the opportunity to cuff Terri’s hands behind her back and attach a spreader bar between her ankles. She had Terri kneel down next to an examination style table and she positioned Karen next to Terri with her back to the cameras.

James: “We’re set. Action.”

Mistress E: “It’s time to move to phase two of your training. Open up.”

Karen could see what was happening behind her, but she had no doubts that Elizabeth was holding the hood gag where the camera could see it. Karen opened her mouth as Mistress E put the tip of the fake cock into her mouth.

Mistress E: “Be a good girl and you’ll get a reward. As I pull the hood over your head, the gag will naturally slide in. Don’t fight it, just relax.”

Karen did her best to stay relaxed as the phallus filled her mouth. She wished it was a real cock as Elizabeth spun her around to face the cameras. At least her identity would remain secret. Karen’s arms were now secured behind her back and a collar was added to her attire. Her breasts were still prominently displayed through the cat suit’s cutouts. Her nipples were still rock hard and Mistress E wasted no time attaching a set of alligator clips to them. Karen tried to scream at the sudden pain, but virtually no sound escaped from behind the mask. Karen felt the cat suit being pulled away from around her pussy and a single finger being pushed inside. Karen tried to squat down forcing the finger deeper inside, but Elizabeth quickly countered that move by spinning Karen around and pushing her down across the padded examination table.

Mistress E: “I did promise you a reward, so here it is.”

Mistress E grabbed Terri by the back of the head and pulled her mouth to Karen’s backside. Terri’s nose nestled deep into Karen’s ass crack right below her ass hole. Immediately Terri stuck her tongue out and began probing Karen’s folds. Karen’s pussy had just started recovering from the ice treatment and began to respond favorably to Terri’s renewed attentions. While Terri began to service Karen, Elizabeth busied herself retrieving various toys ready to inflict additional torments on the horny housewife. Mistress E waited until she was sure Karen was ready to cum again before she roughly pulled Terri way from Karen’s ass.

Elizabeth tugged on Karen’s collar indicating she should stand again. She turned Karen toward the cameras and without regard for subtlety unclipped the nipple clamps. Once again pain overrode Karen’s near orgasm experience; her crotch a mixture of her arousal juices, sweat and Terri’s saliva. Mistress E reached around Karen from behind and began kneading her breasts and eventually rubbing her clit. She loved being in charge of a feisty new woman. She knew just how to manipulate Karen to maximize both her arousal and the visuals for the cameras. She knew the HD lenses would clearly pick up the desperation and pleading look in Karen’s eyes, but they needed at least a half hour more of edited footage, which meant about 2 hours of video before her needs would be met.

Once again Mistress E spun Karen away from the camera and told her to hop onto the exam table. Her legs were secured to the stirrups and a head strap was tightened around her forehead. Mistress E then examined the toys she intended on using on Karen. Her demeanor was contemplative as if she was trying to decide what to do. In fact, the theme of this series of movies was well established and Elizabeth knew exactly what she intended on doing.

Over the course of the next two hours Mistress E ran Karen through the gamut of sadistic sexual torture and teasing. Her nipples were clamped again. Her pussy lips were clothes pinned. Karen experienced her first electro shock play and spent quality time with her breasts attached to a milking machine while a mechanical dildo pumped her ass. There were insertions, paddling, suspension bondage, you name it. But each time Karen was about to reach her zenith, Mistress E carefully brought her emotional state back down. Looking from the director’s point of view, James was very pleased. He was getting a wealth of useable footage of a much higher quality than he was accustomed to recording. He felt with proper editing he could probably get two movies worth out of Elizabeth and Karen. James contemplated running out and getting additional memory cards for the camera since things were going so well, but in a rare moment of compassion, decided Karen had waited long enough and decided to wrap-up the production.

After yelling “cut” for the second to last time, James had his production assistant wheel in the last apparatus for Karen’s sexual gymnastics. It looked like a teeter-totter. Straddled across a fulcrum base was a narrow metal bar about three feet long. Attached to each end was a thick dildo about seven inches long. Attached to the base were two hydraulic arms which controlled raising and lowering the bar. Karen could not see it yet, but if she had she would have been salivating at the prospects.

With the final scene prepped, James explained to Karen that she had performed wonderfully and now the finale was her chance to get her reward. He told her to accept Mistress E’s offer to become a double agent and she would finally get fucked. James then ordered the cameras to begin filming again and the beginning of the end started.

Mistress E began by removing Karen’s hood and reattaching the blindfold. Caressing Karen in a tender manner, she questioned Karen whether she was ready to finally see things her way. Breathlessly Karen finally relented. Her hair was disheveled and her face was slick with sweat from the hood. Her breasts were red with marks from the abuse they had received and her pussy lips were swollen and distended. Karen looked broken and defeated.

Mistress E: “I knew you would see things my way. Slave Terri, would you join us please.”

Karen heard the high heeled footsteps of a woman enter the room.

Mistress E: “You were right. It took a little longer but Karen has agreed to join our team. Please position her over the fuck-o-tron and then join her on the other side.”

Karen felt Terri’s hand grip her arm and lead her several feet to her left. After a little nudging back and forth, Karen felt her pussy lips being spread and pressure on her thigh indicating she should lower herself. Karen smiled when she first felt the dildo make contact with her vagina. As she impaled herself on the fucktoy, Karen was surprised to find there was no seat on the strange and wonderful contraption. She would have to hold her legs locked in a stressful position to keep from falling down. Karen then felt her arms being raised above her head and secured to chain hanging from the ceiling. Of course at this point, she really didn’t care. She just wanted to get fucked.

Terri: “Hold that position for a moment while I mount the other side.”

Karen wished she could see what was happening as she felt the dildo shift as Terri straddled the device. Karen crouched in anticipation as the dildo began sliding down out of her pussy and then back up again. On the up stroke Karen had to stretch to her tip toes to keep the dildo from bottoming out. She would then try to squat on the down stroke trying to keep the dildo in herself as much as possible, but the chains holding her arms prevented that allowing the dildo to slide slowly out until just the tip was teasing her g-spot. She pictured Terri doing the same in front of her and began orgasming almost immediately. Karen yelled long and loud as the dildo worked its magic. Hours of teasing had built a sexual energy in her body which had threatened to burst out of her many times and was now being released like a nuclear explosion. The strength and force of her orgasm surprised even her as she lost complete control of her body. She later would thank the chains from protecting her from falling, but at the time her mind was lost in a total fog of sexual distraction. As Karen began to calm down she heard Terri enjoying an orgasm of her own. Later when she saw the video, Karen would learn that Terri’s orgasm wasn’t nearly as spectacular as her own had been, but at the time, she was glad her friend was being taken care of.

Karen felt the dildo bar return to center and lock into place. She thought her ordeal was finally over, but Mistress E had one more surprise up her sleeve. Karen could tell Terri had dismounted the teeter-totter and felt her own arms being released from their restraint. Karen briefly rubbed her wrists and was about to remove the blindfold when her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her back. The unmistakable sound of handcuffs snapping on her wrists told Karen she wasn’t quite done.

Mistress E: “There’s only one more thing I need to do to you, my pretty little pet.”

Karen felt a hand on her back pushing herself down horizontally along the fuck machine. The dildo in her pussy was still filling her as she now felt the other one, wet with Terri’s juices, pushing against her mouth. Instinctively Karen opened up and took the toy into her mouth. With two holes filled, Karen was not surprised to feel the cool sensation of lube being applied to her ass hole. The only question in her mind was who was about to use her.

Mistress E went first wearing a long, but tastefully thin, strap-on. Karen, by now an experienced anal whore, easily relaxed and allowed her new friend to bugger her backside. She was now completely filled and very happy. Elizabeth didn’t fuck Karen as hard as Karen expected, instead taking up a slow rhythm intent on maximizing her own stimulation she was from a plastic nub on the inside of her harness. Mistress E took herself right to the edge of cumming before pulling out of Karen. As she did, she pulled off the harness and snapped her fingers in Terri’s direction pointing to a spot on the floor at her feet. Terri immediately fell into position as Mistress E began grinding her pussy across Terri’s grateful face.

Horst and Otto then picked Karen up off the fuck-o-tron and placed her on the floor on her back. Both of their cocks were rock hard from watching the women perform. They took turns in Karen’s pussy and mouth. Karen had reached her nirvana state of constant orgasm as the men took what they wanted. Karen’s howls of pleasure were soon echoed by Mistress E’s own screams as she grinded her way to orgasm on Terri’s face. Karen wished the men would never tire, but horny as they were from watching the performances all afternoon, it wasn’t long before both spilled their seed on Karen’s face. Lying on the floor in a pool of her own juice, Karen waved the camera men over. The men looked to James for approval. When he nodded they locked down their tripods and advanced on the very willing Karen. Karen was kneeling now and quickly unzipped the men’s blue jeans. Mistress E, her own needs satisfied pushed Terri away. Looking at her friend getting the camera operators hard, Terri crawled over next to Karen to help. As soon as the men were at full staff, both women lay down on the floor and spread their legs. The men were about to mount their good ladies when Mistress E stopped them.

Mistress E: “I want to see you sluts in a 69 while they fuck you.”

The men looked disappointed at having to wait, but Karen and Terri liked the idea. Terri quickly flipped herself around and knelt over Karen. With both women’s mouths plastered over each other’s clits, the cameramen wasted no time burying their cock deeply into the women. With their faces being slammed by the men’s balls, their clits being serviced by the other woman and their pussies being filled with cock, it certainly wasn’t long before the whole room exploded in a fury of sexual sight, sound and smell. Susan, who had been watching from behind the camera line with James had unzipped her pants and was busy frigging her own clit. This surprised James who had never bothered making a move on the usually semi-prudish teenager. She was a theater production major at a local college who had answered his ad for a makeup artist. He knew she didn’t approve of his line of work but needing money for school agreed to take the job.  His own cock had been twitching watching the action, but seeing Susan acting is such an unusual manner had him getting hard fast. Dropping his own pants, James began to stroke his cock while he looked at Susan. She had lust in her eyes as she stroked her slit. She didn’t notice, but Mistress E had walked over to her. She grabbed Susan by the hair and pulled her over to where James was standing. Without saying a word, Mistress E pressed Susan’s mouth over James’ rock hard member. Although she was inexperienced, Susan began working James’ cock like a pro. Mistress E pulled Susan’s pants down the rest of the way and began fingering her with her right hand while spanking her with her left. Susan rocked her hips on the older woman’s fingers trying to reach the satisfaction her own fingers had failed to procure.

James wished he was getting all this action on tape as he finally unleashed a massive load of cum down Susan’s throat. She coughed and gagged a bit, but like a trooper swallowed all she could. At that point Mistress E pulled back her fingers leaving Susan turned on, but frustrated.

Susan: “Please help me cum, Mistress E.”

Mistress E: “I need to get going. My slave toy Steve is waiting bound in my van. Maybe next time.”

Desperate, Susan turned to the foursome on the floor. Both men had shot their loads. Karen and Terri were sprawled exhausted on the floor, their pussies and mouths covered in cum. Horst and Otto were sitting off to the side, but neither of them seemed ready for another round. Susan looked at the fuck machine, but even in her state of extreme horniness, she couldn’t bring herself to use the toy in front of others. She tried fingering herself again, but still couldn’t get over the edge. Perturbed she picked up her pants and stormed from the room.

Karen and Terri continued to lie on the floor until James roused them several minutes later. He told them to get cleaned up and then he had another surprise for them. Karen wasn’t sure if she could take another surprise, but was happy to take another shower. Neither woman was moving too fast and stripping off the latex catsuit took way too much effort, but the warm water felt good cascading over their aching muscles. After their shower the women walked naked back to the storeroom. The camera equipment had been broken down and the props had been removed.

James: “Your performances were amazing. My original plan was to keep you girls here again tonight. I have a few additional people who are willing to pay handsomely to feed their perversions, but as a reward for your spectacular accomplishments, I’m sending you to the Palmer House for the night. I want you to relax, get a massage, a facial, whatever you want. It’s on the house.”

Karen figured what she really needed was a nap. Heading out of the factory basement, Karen and Terri’s eyes fought to adjust to the blazing sunshine. The position of the sun indicated it was mid to late afternoon. Waiting for the girls was a black limo. James sat in the middle of the back seat flanked by Terri and Karen on either side. As they rode to the hotel, James kept his hands possessively between the girls’ legs as he explained how pleased he was with the footage they captured. He assured Karen she had a tremendous future in fetish if she ever wanted to go that way. He explained that he produced a new movie each month. He was keeping his day job at UPS for now since his salary was enough to cover his production costs while he started his own website. He hoped within six months to quit driving and be able to work full time producing porn. Terri talked to James about his plans while Karen rode silently wondering what had become of her.

At the hotel, James checked the ladies into a two bedroom suite… in case they needed some privacy later. He left with a repeat of his pledge to cover the cost of their stay.

James: “Don’t bankrupt me, but have a good meal, visit the spa and relax. You’ve earned it.”

Terri and Karen looked around the generously proportioned room. There was the toy duffle bag James had brought from Karen’s house and a hanging bag which Terri picked up and took into her bedroom. Karen wanted to sleep some more, but at Terri’s insistence, they picked up the hotel directory and ordered an in-room massage. They also looked at the room service menu and order a light dinner. The masseur was not available for an hour and a half so the food arrived first. The women lazily ate their Caesar salads and split a bottle of wine. By the time the masseur arrived, both women were very relaxed and feeling no pain. The masseur was very well built and Karen wondered if he was straight.

Terri: “You go first Karen. I’m going to take a quick shower.”

The masseur setup his table and handed Karen a robe. She told him a robe wasn’t necessary, just a towel to cover her bottom would be fine. Karen was more than happy to strip naked in front of him. She hoped if she played her cards right, another hunky man would soon be pleasuring her in a more intimate way than just a massage. Karen lay on the table and let the man begin to work her muscles with his magic hands. She pictured the man being overcome with desire and beginning to finger fuck her before throwing her on the floor and ravaging her. Each time the man’s hands traveled down her body she would tense slightly and found herself slyly parting her legs ever so slightly to give him better access. Whether the man wanted to fool around with Karen or not, she didn’t get the chance to find out. His magic fingers soon had her so relaxed that she fell asleep.

Karen awoke, still face down on the table, when she heard the bedroom room door shut. Looking at her watch she saw it was about 45 minutes later. Karen hopped off the table and the masseur folded it up and left the room. By that time Terri was walking out of her bedroom was licking her lips. Karen was still groggily as Terri gave her a deep passionate kiss. Karen immediately noted a salty taste on Terri’s lips.

Karen: “So how was he?”

Terri: “He was ok. His cock wasn’t that big, but he was enthusiastic. Plus I made sure he ate me to a climax before I would let him fuck me.”

Karen: “I’m ready to fall back asleep.”

Terri: “Not a chance. Take another shower to wake your ass up. I’ve got fresh clothes in that hanging bag and we’re going out on the prowl tonight. I’m going to make sure that snatch of yours is filled again a few more times before I send you home to Tom.

Karen: “I don’t know where you get the energy.”

Terri: “This is nothing. Stick with me and I’ll teach you all my tricks. By the way, in two weeks Jack and I have to work a trade show booth for our company. The show is in Atlantic City and you are coming with us. We can swing by Princeton if you like and visit Katie.”

Karen: “I don’t know if I can do that. Tom’s probably already mad I blew him off this weekend.”

Terri: “You don’t understand. You’re working the booth too. Your attendance is not an option. You are going to be our booth bunny.”

Karen looked at Terri inquisitively. She didn’t know what a booth bunny was, but she was sure it didn’t involve eating lettuce and carrots.

Karen did as she was told. Half an hour later the pair was dressed to the nines ready for a cougar night on the town. Just before they left, the phone rang. Terri answered and agreed with whoever was on the line. Walking over to Karen, Terri once again began kissing her passionately. Terri put Karen in a strong embrace which soon had Karen swooning with desire when a knock at the door distracted her.

Karen stood on weak legs as she watched Terri walk over to the door. Karen wondered who would be visiting them and was surprised when an obviously intoxicated Susan staggered into the room.

Susan: “That bitch Elizabeth didn’t let  me cum. I can’t get the vision of the three of you out of my head. I went back to the dorm and fucked my boyfriend and used by vibrator but I can’t climax. You’ve got to help me.”

Terri beamed at Karen and picked up the duffle bag.

Karen: “You poor thing. Come in, come in.”