At the time I had just fiished college in Florida and my job was to be an engineer at a nearby plant. My coworker, a woman named Annette had graduated at the same time and was my coworker. The job was high-paying and left us with a lot of free time, which was good for us. We were very close friends at the verge of love but not totally. We got our wildest fantasies fulfilled later . . . but I'm getting ahead of myself. We met another couple like us, on the verge of love but not quite, and you'd think that would make us alike but we were so different . . .
When I first met her I was starting high school. She was all alone and so was I, so we would talk with each other and started hanging out together. We wouldn't date but really liked each other.
A big thing, we were both recessive, very recessive, and got our sexual desires fulfilled by serving a master.
Even our bodies complimented our status. I was a bit short, blonde hair and pale eyes. I had a look, the kind of look a guy has when he doesn't want to hurt someone, the kind dominating women adore.
Then there was Annette, she was very small and petite, about five foot one. She had blonde hair past her shoulders and green eyes, and proportionate to her body she had very shapely hips and curvy breasts, and wore very nice pink lipstick.
She was a bit shorter in high school. We had been with each other a while, and one day when her parents were gone she had invited me to her house. I went there and she was dressed as if seeking sexual attention, nothing but white lacy panties and a tight white shirt, no bra. She had sucked me off to my first orgasm and she actually had one herself, and then I had returned the favor. We had both fulfilled our first fantasies.
Later I asked how she achieved orgasm simply by giving me head, she said she had always dreamed of dressing up like someone's bitch and doing whatever they pleased, using her body for their own pleasure, fantasies I had shared. I was into female domination, myself.
Of course we couldn't both be satisfied at the same time as we were both recessive and couldn't obtain all that we wanted just by submitting to each other.
We moved in together after a nice relationship in college, and we had both worked hard to tune our bodies relentlessly until we were as outwardly attractive as possible, and had grown proud of our results.
I knew that my light attributes would make me the dream of any dominatrix, and her petite yet beautiful build would make her the dream of some master out there.
At work one day we had met two other workers that were over us in the force, A brunnette with piercing blue eyes, very slim and shapely and a good five foot seven and a half. I heard from the two that they had worked just like us to make their bodies as naturally attractive as possible. The man was a good six feet, but not particularly large or skinny, just tall. He had a solid build, but a sort of friendly aura about him.
Annette had introduced me.
"I'm Annette, this is Will." she said when we both met our coworkers at a lunch hour.
We talked for a while, I noticed the man's features. He was a good of good size and build, light brown hair and eyes.
From the office I noticed one night when Annette and I were working late that they were fucking each other really hard, they must have not thought anyone was around.
We saw them all over the office floor, really enjoying themselves.
Annette got so hot from it she begged to suck me off again, and I let her. She was so recessive and desperate to get those needs fulfilled she actually came before I did.
Later we started talking with each other on how to fulfill our equally recessive needs, and to our amazement, we heard Cassandra and Zack, those were thier names, talking about unfulfilled needs for domination.
Unable to resist we met up with them, and both experienced the greatest joys.
The two arranged a date for Saturday to come over to their place, and we agreed every Saturday would be the perfect day to sleep over at the house they shared, and even better, we got off of work before them.
Throughout the rest of the week Annette and I were tingling in anticipation.
I got into our car and Will beside me, and I expertly followed the directions to a house in a good neigborhood, the one that Zack and Cassie shared. I was amazed at the size, a good three stories and plenty of space.
We had arrived there five 'o clock on Friday, Zack and Cassie were to come at six.
I opened the door with the keys they had given us to their house and locked it behind us, it was a classy place.
We nodded to each other, and I said goodbye to Will with a long kiss as we went to respective sides of the house, left for me to one living room, and right for him to the other.
We would spend tonight, Saturday, and Sunday with them.
I almost came again from anticipation, I was petite, pretty, and wanted to be someon's hot bitch all night, doing everything for them, and giving them all the sex they wanted, and finally it came.
I dressed like a floozy, I put on no bra, a white shirt that pressed tight over me and gave me huge cleavage as well as left my nipples very visible through the cloth. I wore tight white lacy underwear and withe socks as well, and had a glass of wine ready.
I was prepared for any brutal treatment I would get, all I wanted to do was be Zack's slut for three whole days . . .
The blessed moment arrived. Zack and Cassie arrived, and Cassie went to attend to Will.
Zack saw me and smiled. He hugged me so my breasts pressed against him, and kissed me lightly.
"You're a great bitch already, you even got me wine, how wonderful."
It was white whine, and he sipped it slowly down.
"Sit here while I get ready."
I did as I was told and he left, coming back in nothing but unzipped jeans and some briefs. He sat down on the couch across form the empty fireplace.
"Alright, sit on my lap for a while."
I sat with my buns well converging on his throbbing penis, suffering from a massive mental orgasm.
He started carressing my breasts and telling me how beautiful I was, causing me to blush.
"Suck me, bitch." he commanded.
Without hesitation I got on my knees suffering another severe mental orgasm and opened his zipper and then pulling down his briefs, his seven-inch cock stuck out at me.
I kissed it lightly as he lay back, and then took it into my mouth, licking it up and down, and then moving my head up and down across the shaft, my pink lipstick brushing it up and down until his hips moved with it. He put his hands on the back of my head and bobbed it up and down and I moaned in pleasure, coming twice in a row as he finally came in my mouth and commanded me to my hands and knees.
I swallowed the cum down my throat, on cloud nine.
He lowered himself down to me.
"You've done well already, I'm going easy on you right now. I want you to take off your panties, but only down to your knees, you look sexier. Stay on your hands and knees, and I'll be right back, I'll make you a real woman, the slut you want to be."
Finally he whispered to me.
"You'll be the hot bitch you've been begging to be, while I go freshen up, get the fireplace running and make me something nice, pull your panties up while you're doing that. Then I want you to set it out for me, and get back on your hands and knees with that tight ass of yours facing the couch and table. I'll be back in forty minutes. Get to it."
He said, slapping my bare ass.
"Yes." I responded in the tiny voice that I knew gave him his needed feeling of superiority.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir."
He smiled satisfied and walked off.
"I'm going easy on you today . . . "
I sat in anticipation on a nice white couch in a living room with large open space and a single table in the middle bordering a wall with a carpeted staircase leading to who knew where.
When I heard Cassie's footsteps I immediately stood with the two glasses of red wine I had prepared, both for her of course.
She walked in, her suit rumpled and shirt unbuttoned a bit. Her shoes and socks were gone and her pants were unzipped revealing her red underwear underneath.
She took the both glasses of wine, downed one, and halfway finished another, setting both glasses on the table.
"You're doing pretty well already. Stand in one place." She said casually.
I immediately stood ready, only in my boxer shorts and a shirt.
She traveled around me, looking me up and down.
"You shave pretty well . . . well noted efforts, continue to shave once a day." she said, eyeing my hairless legs and chest.
"Alright, from this point, there's no turning back. Are you going to back out?"
I shook my head.
She smiled.
"I didn't think so. You're my man-whore now, then."
She left, and turned around to me.
"Listen up, you. Things will be easy today, but not later on, so get ready. I want you to make me something nice, I know you can cook. There're plenty of ingredients in the kitchen. No drink, this time. Be waiting in that corner, I don't want you in anything but this . . . " she left for a few seconds and came back with a box, much heavier than it looked.
"There are directions inside, of course. You will have two hours to prepare, and you had better be ready. The time starts at precicely this moment."
She eyed her watch.
"Get on it."
I pulled together the best I could, a salad well topped (there were wonderful things stocked). I knew my skills had paid off.
I prepared a nice steak over a grill for twenty minutes and seasoned it mildly, leaving orange slices on the side.
After pouring half a bottle of clear bottled water I carried them to the small table by the couch and then noticed Zack had left me an outfit, it was a maid's uniform. The underwear was black and very sexy, the panties were very short, floozy style. The shirt pressed tight when I put it on and of course there was a small apron to go with it.
I wore to tight white stockings as well and finally the high heeled black shoes.
After about forty minutes I stood, thanking the heavens I had shaved my pussy before this.
My nipples were harder than ever and blasting against my bra and shirt with the anticipation, my entire body for him was ready to fuck in my doggie-style position.
Zack came in dressed in a robe, under whcih I had the feeling he wore nothing.
"Very good bitch, keep this up and you might get rewarded."
For about twenty minutes he ate silently, and then he stood, dropping his robe to reveal nudity.
"Pull down your stockings and underwear, leave on the skirt bitch."
"Yes sir."
I eagerly complied, and my moist and distended vagina waited for him.
He kneeled behind me and finally I could sense his cock just inches from entering my pussy from behind.
"Beg for it."
"Please . . . "
"Like you mean it."
"Please let me have your cock, I want the feeling of it up my pussy so bad. Please fuck me in and out . . . "
He nodded.
"Pretty good."
I finally felt that cock enter me, I didn't usually get much attention there as I achieved orgasm just by sucking off Will before.
He started entering me slowly, muttering about how tight I was and how I'd have to loosen up a bit.
That was when he started going in and out until I was loose, and then pumping me until I started moaning in pleasure, my short gasps of ecstacy coming out every time he thrust in.
He was experienced, after a few minutes he hadn't come yet.
"Let's go."
He actually picked me up, keeping me impaled on his cock and took me onto the couch where he kneeled and continued pumping me in and out.
I started gasping harder and harder as he thrust in and out ot the point that my little body was shaking in and out over his much bigger on.
"That's right, you're my bitch all night . . . "
That did it. The words of him calling me his bitch, my little body being flung about his huge one, and my tiny gasps finally brought me to an orgasm right as he came, and then he withdrew, immediately ordering me.
"Alright, take a short break. You did pretty well for a first-timer. Later you have to learn to control when you come. Also, Cassie and I are trading slaves the third day, so get ready to learn to pleasure a woman."
I nodded with weak yes sir, immensely satisfied on cloud nine as I lay on the floor, cum leaking from me.
"Now get cleaned up, you look like hell. In thirty minutes I'm taking you outside to our backyard, no one lives out there and it's a huge area, fenced, so don't worry. I'll give you your first ass-fuck."
I noticed he was treating me less and less like an equal, caring less about me comfort, and giving me less recuperating time. And I was loving every minute of it.