Babysitters Education

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Babysitter's Education Ð Chapter 2 By Tappy McWidestance

Renee was gone before I had a chance to really enjoy the Sybian or ask her any questions. It was clear she intended to sexually torture me again tonight, although if her promise that power level 3 and maybe level 2 would make me cum, my experience would be different and much more exciting from yesterday. I started doing the math in my head. If I managed to stay in this position until she got back, I would cum two to four times per hour. Even if she came home early, that meant I had four hours riding the ultimate orgasm machine as I saw it called online. I could expect eight to sixteen orgasmsÉ assuming she came home early. Another six were not out of the question if she stayed out late. I put that thought out of my head. She could never resist me knowing I was in her playroom and at her mercy. I was surprised she could leave at all.

My basic night went like thisÉ the five minute slow speed was tantalizing and kept my lust simmering. Then watching my video for five minutes while the Sybian rested kept my libido steady. Then the medium speed would kick in. It was at this time I realized the little finger attached to the seat and inserted into my pussy would hit my g-spot on a regular basis. I closed my eyes and just rode the feeling. It got me close, but I didn't cum during the first cycle. When the Sybian stopped, I opened my eyes and my body relaxed. I was pretty confident that once I had my first orgasm, speed two would be strong enough to get me off, especially if I could keep the little finger in just the right spot. I knelt in anticipation waiting for the full speed mode to kick in. I was now pretty confident that Renee had set me up to orgasm in the double digits tonight. If true, that was a fine reward for me being a good girl indeed. I was watching myself on the TV, but I really wasn't focused on the show I was putting on there. I didn't know how far Carter lived from Renee, but I hoped she would get there in time for them to web into the feed from the security camera and watch when level three hit.

Were they watching? I don't know. If they were they didn't talk to me. But as soon as level three started, I was out of my mind. Yes the Sybian is probably the most expensive vibrator on the planet, but damn, it is worth every penny. Especially when you are bound and forced to ride it. If you have the opportunity to experience one, do it.

I welcomed the five-minute break to allow my body to calm down after my first orgasm. As before, the next five minutes on the slow speed did little but to warm me up for the anticipated level two assault to come. I was certainly pleasurable, but my mind was already preparing itself for the intensity of the next two rounds. As I prophesied, I did come on the next session with level two. It was right near the end and was a nice, happy orgasm. My body was not out of control, but I knew that was coming soon and probably on the next set of level three. I was getting to the point in the video where I questioned whether I squirted last night. Before then I knew I never had and I wasn't sure if I had last night or whether I was just wetter than I ever had been before. Just as the video started showing that part of my pervious performance, level three kicked in and I could no longer concentrate on the TV. Or the camera. Or anything else but the incredible buzzing on my clit and more importantly on my g-spot. The Sybian's nub was dancing inside of me giving me a rapidly growing level of arousal unlike anything I had experienced. Had I been more turned on when Mistress fucked me into submission with her strap-on last night? Yes, I'm sure I was. But this experience, while different, was amazing as well. I'd never gone from relaxed but with anticipation to holy shit I'm going to cum so quickly. I'd watched Renee endure this having been ordered not to cum and I don't see how she could have done it. Right on the heels of my brain signaling a big orgasm was building and a freight train was coming down the tracks, I had an intense feeling like I had to pee. There was nothing I could do but ride the wave and when my orgasm crashed over me, I began to squirt.

If I had doubts last night, there were no doubts tonight as my cum sprayed out of my pussy and into the air. It destroyed me and left me hanging by my wrists from the cuffs as the sixth cycle finished up and the Sybian turned off. My chest was heaving and I gasped for air. I felt nothing below my waist. I was numb with pleasure. My head was still hanging low with my hair covering my face when I finally began to recover and join the living. It must have taken me the full five minutes to recuperate as the low buzz of the Sybian returned just as I raised my head and smiled a weak smile toward the camera. I hoped Mistress had seen that.

For those keeping score at home, that was three orgasms, including a soul-crunching squirter, in the first hour. While I was thankful for all three, I began to worry again about how I would survive three to five more hours. Sure I could quit any time, but I wanted to prove my worth to Mistress Renee and show I could handle anything she could dish out. But as the next low-level vibration period drew to a close, I had a new probably. Even that level almost brought me off. My body was becoming much more sensitive to stimulation. In any other environment, that would be a good thing, but here it meant I came again only two minutes into the medium speed time. That also meant I was close to coming again when it turned off. I cursed the timer. I am sure it will not surprise you that I did cum three times when it was turned back on high including another squirter on the third high speed round. And the fourth. My body had now decided the slow speed was enough to edge, the medium could get me off twice and the high speed three times. And I didn't want anything to change.

After four hours, the Sybian did shut down. I had remained kneeling on it the entire time. I was a sweaty, cum soaked, mess. I didn't squirt every time the high speed cycle came on, but if my memory served, I did four times and I felt dehydrated. After about ten minutes, it was obvious the torturous device wasn't going to start another cycle. I was very tempted to release myself and get some water to drink. I even went so far as to pull unhook my cuffs from the chain in anticipation of doing so. But when I began to stand up, both my legs were asleep and I ended up slumping forward. My face was on the floor, supported by my hands as a pillow, but I was still sitting on the Sybian and in that is the position I fell asleep. That was also the position my Mistress found me in a couple hours later. I woke to the slap of her hand on my ass.

"It looks like you had a fun night, my little tramp," she exclaimed. "At least half your body could follow instructions."

It took me a moment to focus on my Mistress. She looked like I felt. I think Carter rode her hard and sent her home wet. I managed a weak smile but didn't vocalize any words. It was pretty obvious how both our nights went. We ended up in her bed again and again she possessively spooned me. In the morning she again sent me to prepare breakfast while she showered. This time I was naked. I loved serving her in this way. She returned to the kitchen looking fresh while I was still walk of shame nasty. Again she allowed me to sit on her lap and again she brought me off while I was eating. I could get accustomed to that kind of breakfast. After I came she told me to shower and dress. I watched as she began to eat. I didn't like being separated from her, but I needed to wash. By the time I returned the kitchen was spotless. Mistress Renee told me to go home and that she would clean up my mess in the playroom. I volunteer to help, but she declined. That was a disappointment. But what could I do? I went home.

Monday morning Renee texted me a list of clothes to wear. They were not trashy at all and were perfectly normal for a student in class. I was kind of disappointed. Renee also treated me perfectly normal in class. I knew we were keeping our relationship on the down low, but a wink or secret nod acknowledging I was now her property would have been nice.

Tuesday she again dressed me. This time she had me wear a skirt too short to be appropriate in class. But since I didn't have her class I guess she thought it would be fun. I sent her a selfie aimed under my desk so she could see my legs as proof I had done it. That night when I went to bed, she called me and we ended up having phone sex. I masturbated while my legs were spread with my feet facing the corners of my bed in my new favorite position. We every sweet, nasty word she spoke into my ear, I became more aroused and I loved her just a little bit more. Thursday night was similar only instead of Renee speaking into my ear driving me crazy, she let me do the talking about my fantasies as we both rubbed ourselves to very satisfying climaxes.

Friday I was once again ordered to wear my shortest skirt. But this time Renee instructed me not to wear panties and to sit in the front row of her lecture hall. My heart started beating faster as I dressed and I was very turned on by the time I sat down in front of her. She didn't have to tell me that I wasn't allowed to cross my legs. I was sure she wanted me to sit there with them spread as far as the skirt would allow and flash her my needy pussy. I don't remember much of her lecture because I was thinking more about kneeling under her desk and eating out her pussy. But that would have to wait until I arrived to babysit that night.

For the remaining couple of months of the semester until Summer break that is pretty much how our relationship went. Renee told me what to wear to school each day. Progressively I started dressing sexier and sexier. She sent me links to an online lingerie store and we bought far too many racy undergarments for me. Even on the days where she had me dress down, I would be wearing something sexy under my clothes to remind me of my status. I loved it.

We had phone sex once or twice a week depending on how Renee felt. I was up for it every night because I thought it was a great presleep activity, but she always kept me guessing as to whether she would call. On the nights I babysat, I always got there early enough to eat her pussy while she got ready and also had to do it when she got home. We never did repeat the two sleep over nights, although I volunteered to stay every time I was there. Renee thought it was better that I wasn't there when her son woke up. I couldn't argue, although I was disappointed.

As for my pleasure, I usually had some form of self-bondage and teasing to make my night interesting after her son went to sleep. He did almost bust me once as he woke up to go to the bathroom. Sometimes Renee would get me off when she came home (always after she came first) and sometimes I would be sent home unfulfilled. I was really looking forward to summer break because I figured it would mean more playtimes and it did. But summer was also a time for a summer job and I got one I did not plan for or expect.

School let out for the summer on a Friday. It was a weekend when Renee didn't have her son so I didn't expect to see her because she would be with Carter. But Friday night she called me and told me to be at her house at 9am sharp ready to work. I was giddy until she mentioned something about spring-cleaning and I pictured myself scrubbing the kitchen in my maid's outfit. Needless to say I was right on time and yes I was immediately instructed to put on the costume. But I didn't clean the house. I spent the day pleasuring Mistress Renee and she spent the day extending her dominance over me. That night she told me she was going to have some friends over and that she expected me to me my usual charming self. I noted that she didn't say she was going to share me with them, but I anticipated that is what she meant by my being charming. I wondered if Carter would be one of her guests. Given what I knew about him, I definitely figured Renee might share me with him. But as usual, I was wrong.

Early in the evening we both dressed for the party. I for one was glad the party was here as I was only dressed in lingerie. I thought I looked great, but I definitely didn't want to go out. I was dressed in white, betraying my lack of innocence. I had on a lacy bustier, a g-string that left little to the imagination and was already beginning to soak through, stay up white stockings and white stilettos. Honestly I can't understand how Mistress Renee could resist throwing me on the bed and fucking me with her strap-on. I hoped she planned that for later.

By contrast, she was dressed all in black, as befitting a Mistress, and in leather instead of lace. She was wearing a corset, a thong (at least she had a little more modesty than I did) fishnet stockings and leather bitch boots that came up to her mid thigh and had a four-inch heel. She was intimidating but also looked mouth watering. Looking at us as a couple, there was no doubt as to our respective roles.

She told me my job that night was to keep the drinks and snacks flowing to her guests. I would have help at times, but it was my responsibility to make sure she was seen as a good host. Again I took that to mean sexually. When I was not serving others, I was to kneel by her side. She had already taught me that position and we had been using it for a couple of months so I wasn't sure why she felt the need to reinforce that rule, but so be it.

There were three couples that arrived shortly after 8 that night. All three were lifestyle couples. Two were male Doms with female slaves and one was a female Mistress who arrived with two male slaves. Both the men were wearing collars and the woman was holding chain leashes attached to them. She was exceptionally beautiful and her slaves were very muscular and athletic. The other two couples were older men with younger, college aged girls. I theorized they had daddy fetishes or were sugar babies. But everyone seemed nice and after introductions I began taking drink orders. The Mistress instructed her two slaves to help me in the kitchen. They were friendly enough, although neither sounded as tough as their physiques would dictate. I suppose that is why they were subs, I silently chuckled to myself. That didn't stop me from imagining them bending me over the counter and having their way with me. Although it had been months since I had a real cock (Mistress Renee's strap-on was plenty for me) I wasn't beyond looking at a hunk of meat and wondering how they would handle a hellcat like me. But I digress.

The party, other than the obvious proclivities of those in attendance, was perfectly normal. That is to say, nothing kinky was happening and conversation was fairly vanilla for the first hour. Then as the drinks had been flowing a bit, conversation between the dominants began to take a more sexual tone as they began to "talk shop" and as Renee started talking about spanking I had the feeling that I might soon be called upon as a demonstration model. They older guys were fairly good looking, but I must admit I would have loved for Renee to offer me to the other Mistress to be put over her lap. Then again, since her slaves were male, I wasn't sure if she would want to punish me.

But alas, Renee was not ready to share me that night. The purpose of the party was a collaring ceremony, as both of the older men wanted to officially collar their young slaves. It was interesting to watch. Both girls were obviously thrilled and both gave their new official masters head after their collars were locked on. I was jealous. I had not known about collaring ceremonies until that moment, but I wondered why Renee had not chosen to collar me. Later after everyone had left, I asked her for permission to ask a question and then asked her why she had not made it official that I belonged to her. I was confused because I had worn collars during our play, but apparently play was all I meant to her. She told me that because she was a switch, she felt weird about collaring me and that she loved me very much and hoped I would remain her perfect little slave girl. Our dynamic seemed different after that. I knew she was submissive to Carter, but I didn't know if he had collared her and I didn't see why that meant she couldn't collar her own slave too.

We got to play on Sunday too. I was still a bit upset over not being collared, but Mistress Renee still delighted in binding, teasing and spanking me so it turned out to be a pretty good day. As I was dressing to leave she gave me a piece of paper with a name and an address on it. When I asked what it was, she told me she had arranged an interview for me for an internship at a law firm. The firm's name was Lehr, Hillman and Jenner. I told her I had never heard of them.

"It's a small firm," Renee told me. "They handled my divorce. Just three partners and they all specialize in different things. Hillman does divorces, Lehr does real estate and Jenner does tax issues. They need a research assistant for the summer, maybe longer and it would be a great learning experience. You need to be there at 11am tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

"I'm not sure I want to be an intern," I countered. "They get paid shit and get dumped on for work."

"Nonsense," Renee replied. "You need a summer job and this will pay better than retail. Plus it is not a stuck up law firm and will look good on your application when you finish up Community in a year and want to transfer somewhere."

That did make sense to me so I agreed to at least go and talk to them about the position and get some interview experience if nothing else. Renee dressed me very professionally for the interview. She explained that even though it was an intern position, you should always dress like you are applying to be CEO. She did allow me to wear three-inch heels instead of my usual four-inch because she didn't want to risk having me fall down, although hidden from view I did have on some sexy and lacy lingerie. "Even though you are a professional," Renee explained, "you are still a woman and should always remember that."

I got to the office early so I would be sure I was on time. I sat in the car for about 15 minutes with the AC blowing full power to keep me cool. I was nervous and started to panic a bit, but five minutes early I summoned up my courage and walked into the office. Although Renee had said they were not stuffy, the lobby was very formal and the receptionist was very formal. I suppose she had to make a good first impression for the firm and she certainly did that. I told her I was here for an intern interview and she said I was expected. She gave me an application to fill out and said Mr. Lehr would be with me as soon as his meeting was over. I started to relax as I filled out the form. Having a task always helped me. It took about 10 minutes to do the paperwork and then another five for Mr. Lehr to walk into the lobby and greet me. He was an older man (at least to me) probably in his mid forties. I pictured him as not exactly handsome, but not bad either. Kind of middle of the road. But I wasn't there looking for a date, so it didn't really matter. He was the firm's real estate lawyer.

The interview itself went fine, by my estimation. He made the position sound interesting. The money wasn't great, but for an internship at least it was paid. My expenses at home are not too much so I could save most of the pay for school next year. I was OK with that. The hours were pretty standard 8 to 5, although if they had a big case he did warn me that overtime might be necessary. As long as it wasn't on a Friday night when I was babysitting some OT wasn't a problem. Our interview lasted about 20 minutes and then he passed me off to Mr. Jenner. He was about the same age and attractiveness. He was the tax specialist and I could tell his mind was razor sharp. I felt like I had screwed up a couple answers with him and he was more specific in his questioning than Mr. Lehr had been. I made a mental note about their contrasting interview styles and took mental notes of how to approach future interviews. Again we went about 20 minutes or so. Then he said he would hand me over to Ms. Hillman.

"Ms. Hillman?" I thought. I had not been expecting one of the partners to be a woman, although that was pretty sexist of me to have assumed Hillman would be a man. I knew there were women attorneys, of course, and since I knew the third partner handled primarily divorce cases, it made sense that Renee would have chosen a female attorney. I silently scolded myself for making such a stupid mistake. Mr. Jenner escorted me to Ms. Hillman's office. I noticed the door said A. Hillman without any designation of Ms., Miss or Mrs. to give away her gender or marital status. She also had a secretary sitting directly across from her door. She was as attractive as the front receptionist and I suddenly began to feel inferior again. Her secretary, probably I should say administrative assistant, had a glass desk and I could see she had on a skirt a bit short, in my estimation, to be professional, but she had great legs. She had taken off her shoes, but I could see they had heels like I was accustomed to wearing. Again I made a snap judgment that she would be kind of a bitch because she might think I was interning to take her job, but that wasn't the case at all. She was warm and friendly. She said Ms. Hillman would be a few minutes and had me sit down to wait. She offered me coffee, iced tea or water, but I declined. We then chatted about the job a bit and she was very positive about the intern position. She also spoke highly of Ms. Hillman although I could tell she was less impressed with Lehr and Jenner. She made sure I knew it wasn't because they were bad bosses, but she said that Ms. Hillman was just spectacular so they paled by comparison.

Finally the office door opened and Ms. Hillman walked out. I was stunned. Well, she was stunning and I could barely speak. She was tall and voluptuous. She was definitely not rail thin as so many women try to be these days. She had a fairly narrow waist, but bigger hips and a very impressive bust (it had to be augmented I judged) giving her a perfect hourglass figure. She was probably 5' 8" or 9" tall without the four-inch heels. With her shoes she was easily six feet tall and very imposing. As a lawyer, I am sure she knew how to use her intimidating figure to her advantage. I could see why a woman going through a divorce would want her to represent her. She was also wearing a silk blouse and a black skirt that came down to her knees. I couldn't tell if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose, but her legs looked strong as if she spent lots of time at the gym. She also had fiery red hair. Personally I never thought I would look good as a ginger, but on her, the color fit perfectly. Then it struck me that she looked a lot like Christina Hendricks, only a bit taller, bustier and more imposing. She held out her hand to shake mine and introduced herself. Her voice was sultry and throaty, kind of like Kathleen Turner, but not quite as extreme. I think I was in lust immediately. I also stammered my introduction. She was less formal than the other lawyers and said to call her Austin. She led me into her office and told me to shut the door.

Her office was a little bigger than the two other partners. Given my recent experiences with Mistress Renee and her imposing nature, I had no doubt Ms. Hillman got whatever she wanted in the firm and had the two men wrapped around her finger. Speaking of fingers, I noticed a large diamond ring indicating she was married. That kind of dashed my lustful hopes, but I must admit, the intern job did just become more appealing.

Her interview was longest and the most formal of the three. Besides my future desires to study law, we talked about personal goals, my thoughts on community college and whether doing menial babysitting work for Renee was rewarding. Obviously Renee had told her I worked for her, but I didn't know if she told Ms. Hillman the details of our relationship and the tone of the questions did not hint that she knew I was Renee's sub. I got the sense that she was asking about how I felt about unskilled labor because the intern job did a lot of grunt work to free up the partners to work on the more complex issues. I was 100% OK with that as long as I could spend my days close to this powerful woman and then go back to Renee to punish me for having such evil thoughts about my boss. Of course I didn't tell her that, but I tried to explain that I was a team player (Renee knew that, snicker) and I was happy to do whatever the firm needed so I could learn and help the firm.

Although I got off to a rough start, I think by the end the interview was going well. By my estimation, two out of the three went fine. I didn't know how many other people they were interviewing, but I thought I had a shot. Ms. Hillman told me they would be making their decision by the end of the week but she did not comment on whether I was under consideration. I smiled and said "Thank you for the opportunity to interview."

She then handed me her card, something the other two partners had not done, and said, "If you have any questions or want to add to what you have told us, please give me call or send an email."

It was kind of a perfunctory end to the interview and did not give me confidence about my prospects, but I took the card as she stood up. I didn't stand immediately. Instead I was watching her form as she began to walk around her large wooden desk. I then glanced down at the card. I'm not sure what I was hoping to find because writing "Call me so we can meet and fuck," scribbled on the back probably wasn't very professional. I did notice she just used her initials K.A. Hillman instead of her full name. I looked up from the card to see that she had circled her desk and was now moving behind my chair. I had to twist my neck to follow her. I suddenly felt very nervous as she towered over me.

"Thank you for coming in today. We'll let you know if you are selected in a couple of days," she told me. She then walked to the door and opened it. I had to gather my wits before I could stand up. When she had been close to me I got a good whiff of her perfume and it was as intoxicating as her look. I was lost in lust as I gathered myself to leave. I thanked her for seeing me and for the opportunity to be her intern. I made sure to say her intern instead of the firm's intern because, honestly, I would have done anything for her at that moment. She just smiled. But it was a knowing smile. I looked at her assistant as I walked through the door. Since her desk was glass, I could now see her legs. They were not crossed. They were spread and I could see up her skirt. There was not enough light to see much, but I looked anyway. When I did raise my eyes I saw her looking at me. I blushed because I knew that I was busted. I hurriedly walked up the aisle toward the front of the office. Before I left I looked back and Austin and her assistant were looking toward the front of the office. They were talking. I had the sense that I was the subject of conversation.

I didn't go home, but instead went to Renee's house to tell her about the meeting. I was also very aroused and I hoped she would do something about it. She seemed angry at me and told me she hoped my thinking with my pussy instead of my brain had not screwed up her professional relationship with Ms. Hillman. "She helped me a lot when I got divorced and I had to call in a number of favors to get you that interview," she scolded me. She then bent me over, flipped up my skirt, pulled down my panties and began to spank me. It took maybe two swats for me to start wiggling my butt to egg her on, not that she needed much encouragement. After a few more spanks, I began thrusting my butt back toward her hand in a gesture to entice her to finger me.

But apparently this was an actual punishment because she didn't finger me or bring me to orgasm. She also didn't insist that I get her off before she made me cum. I just got a firm spanking and then was sent home. I admit I had very naughty thoughts on the drive home and since I was home alone, it was very difficult not to grab my vibe and go to town on my pussy. It was a struggle, but I was a good girl. I was kind of lost most of the afternoon thinking about Renee and why she didn't want to play with me. I was also thinking about Austin and wondering if she played with girls. About 4pm I got an email from her assistant. I expected that it would be a form letter saying I didn't get the position, but instead it was an email saying I had made the first cut and that they wanted me to take a drug test. I'd never had to do that for a job before, but beside some alcohol, I didn't do drugs so I didn't think it was a big deal. There was a form attached that I had to fill out and then a list of locations where I could get blood drawn for the test. I called the one that was closest to my house and they said I didn't need an appointment and that they were open until 6. I told them I would be right over.

I quickly replied to the email saying I was getting the blood drawn that afternoon. I hoped my quick reply would show my eagerness for the position. The lab told me it would take a couple days for the results and I consented to have them sent to Ms. Hillman since she was the one paying the bill. I then had to wait. That was tough. Two days went by without contact from the firm. Then three. Finally four days after my initial interview I got another email from Ms. Hillman's assistant. I felt more comfortable calling her Ms. Hillman than Austin, by the way, because I felt inferior to her. Anyway, the email asked if I could come in at 4pm Friday for another round of interviews. Of course I accepted. Then I sent a message to Mistress Renee to tell her the good news. She told me to come over to her place at 2pm so she could make sure I was dressed appropriately. Since I knew it wouldn't take two hours to dress, I assumed she wanted to play. Thankfully I was right.

Unfortunately after I ate her to a very satisfying orgasm, she felt the need to just edge me in return. She explained that she thought I would be more focused in the interview if I had some pent up sexual energy. I think she was just being her usual teasing self. This was one of the weekends where her ex had her son, so hopefully she was planning to play with me later before she went out to meet Carter.

Mistress Renee had a beautiful business suit for me to wear to the second interview. It was tailored as if it had been made for me. It was gray and very flattering. The skirt was above my knee, but not by much and didn't look too inappropriate. I tried on the two-button jacket and it was cut to show a fair amount of cleavage if the blouse I wore under it allowed it. Not that I was going to do that now, but it was good to know for future reference. I took both the jacket and skirt back off so Renee could pick my lingerie and blouse.

I expected her to pick something lacy and probably a little trashy so, as Renee had reminded me several times, I could feel like a woman under the fairly conservative professional suit. And I was right. I was surprised, however, that she chose a fairly constricting corset for me. It was white with decorative lace, but as she cinched it up in the back, it took my breath away. It was tight. It also forced my breasts up toward the sky. The bra section was basically a shelf to keep my girls from bouncing, but also exposed the tops of my boobs down to the nipple. Although I never really had an hourglass figure, the corset did manage to squeeze my waist enough to at least start the illusion that I had curves. The bottom of the corset had a built in garter belt. I knew that meant I'd be wearing real stockings. I was fine with that. When Mistress helped me put on a white silk blouse and then picked up the skirt, I realized she meant for me to go to the interview without panties. I did speak out of turn and told her I thought it was inappropriate.

"Nonsense, little one," she replied. "You're going to get this job and then I'm going to take you out to dinner to celebrate before my date. I want to be able to play with you at the restaurant."

That kind of scared me to think of what kind of restaurant she might pick where my being without panties would be an asset, but I must admit I felt naughty and the corset was starting to feel great. She helped me put on the jacket and my usual 4-inch heels and I must admit I looked like I belonged in a law firm. The only apparent distraction was my stiffening nipples poking into the silk blouse, but as long as I kept the jacket on they would remain hidden.

Renee's doorbell rang shortly after and she excused herself saying it was probably her ex to pick up their son. I got to meet him as he was gathering all of his kid's stuff for the weekend. He looked like he was about to drool when he saw me all put together. That helped my ego. I wondered if he knew his ex-wife had gone to the dark side. Maybe that was why he looked excited. He probably saw me and thought "three-way."

Mistress Renee drove me to the office so she could take me out right after the interview. That gave me a chance to daydream and think about how my life had changed in the last six months as I stared out the window. When we arrived, she gave me a kiss and told me good luck. I walked up to the office, nervous, but feeling good. The front receptionist sent me right down to Ms. Hillman's office. Her assistant was sitting at her desk and greeted me warmly. I sat down trying to make sure I didn't flash her. I noticed her legs were once again splayed open under the desk, although I couldn't see anything from the angle I had chosen to sit. That was OK. I didn't need any distractions.

A few minutes later Ms. Hillman's door opened and she stepped out. "Jillian," she said apparently talking to her assistant. I'd not caught her name last time I was here. "You can take off if you want. This is my last interview of the day."

"OK, Austin," the woman replied. "See you Monday. Have a good weekend." She then shut down her computer and stood up. I remained sitting. I didn't want to assume she was ready for our interview. Ms. Hillman walked over to me. Actually towered over me is a more apt description. Her heels were five inches today if they were an inch. She was probably 6'3" and I was maybe 4 feet when I was sitting. I felt my mouth go dry. She was wearing a suit as well, but my eyes were level with her waist. She looked down at me and I realized my breasts would be appearing larger than the last time I was here because of the corset. I blushed for the second time in that office.

"I like your shoes, but there is no need to be formal wearing heels like that this late in the day," she told me. "Leave them here along with your jacket."

Those two statements were perfectly natural and friendly, but to me they sounded like an order and I liked that. Without even thinking I kicked off my shoes and hung up my jacket. Ms. Hillman back moved toward the door, but was waiting for Jillian to leave. She was facing outward acknowledging her assistant as she walking down the aisle toward the front door. That left me, now sans 4-inch heels about even with her amazing breasts as I moved toward her office. I felt my mouth watering and I was so mesmerized by their shape I almost walked into her. She was also wearing the same perfume as last time and I felt myself getting dizzy again just like last time I was here. If Austin noticed she didn't comment. She turned and walked into her office. I stared at her ass for a moment and then followed. I sat down in the chair facing her desk. As she rounded the corner of her desk she kicked off her own shoes. "There, now we can relax," she said. She had a folder on her desk that I assumed were my test results and possibly notes from our first interview. She sat down in her oversized leather desk chair, picked up the folder and then swung her feet up onto her desk. I had a perfect view of her stocking clad legs and feet. I was sure someone as refined as her would not wear pantyhose.

"Let's see what we have," she announced as she opened the folder.

"Your bloodwork was fine. No illegal drugs, no STDs and you're not pregnant. But you probably knew that. Your estrogen and progesterone is elevated. Are you on the pill?"

I didn't realize they were screening for more than drugs, but I was on the pill so I admitted it. I had thought about stopping taking it since I'd only had sex with Renee for six months at this point, but she had warned me that she might share me with friends so I figured I would at least finish up my prescription in case any were guys.

"Since you are on the pill, I assume you are sexually active?" Austin asked me. "College is the time for cheap adventurous sex so I won't ding you for that."

"Yes I am active," I confirmed. I almost said that I was in a committed relationship, but if I did, she might ask with whom and I didn't want to out either Renee or myself.

"I remember when I was an undergrad," Austin began a soliloquy. "I messed around a lot. I even fooled around with my roommate. It was great. By the time I got to law school though, it was almost all work. I did meet my future husband though. You probably don't know that I am married to Robert."

"Robert, mam?" I asked.

"Sorry, Mr. Lehr," she replied. "He likes to be formal in business. He probably didn't tell you his first name or that we were together.

Just then her phone rang and it was her husband. Austin answered on the speakerphone so I heard both sides of the conversation. He told her he was done for the day and that he was heading home.

"I'm doing Mia's second interview and then I'll be on my way," she said. "Say hello to Mr. Lehr."

I said hello being sure to call him Mr. Lehr. I also confirmed that I was excited for the opportunity to intern at their firm. He responded by telling me, "She can be a real ball breaker. Don't let her give you any shit."

That seemed inappropriate, but Austin just kind of laughed it off. "I'll break your balls tonight when I get home. Make sure dinner is ready for me."

It was a weird little conversation, but she clicked off the speaker and said, "Let's continue."

I tried to refocus my mind, but seeing her legs wasn't helping. Neither was my hard nipples now prominently poking into my silk blouse.

"I assumed your blood work would be fine, but it's a process we go through. We're a small firm and we simply don't want to deal with drug users."

She didn't say it, but I guess being sexual active was fine.

Austin continued, "You got two out of three votes from the partners. Two other people did as well. It doesn't really matter who didn't vote for you. We all just have individual preferences. Actually, all three people got a no vote from a different partner. There was one man who got three yeses, but he had an STD. That isn't an immediate disqualification, but he claims he didn't know he had it and that was a problem. That also eliminated him from consideration."

So the position was down to three candidates and each of us had at least one mark against us. Those were pretty good odds.

"I want to tell you a bit more about the job," she said. She also stood back up. Now my eyes focused on her chest. I shook my head to try and refocus.

"I'll be honest with you, Mia. I voted against you."

I was crestfallen. I had pegged her as the final decision maker and if she was against me, I was sunk.

"But it's probably not for the reason you think," she continued. "You were the only girl we interviewed. It's not a shock that Robert and Thomas voted for you. I see them ogle Jillian and Charlotte all the time."

"So you didn't want to have someone else for them to leer at in the office?" I asked. I didn't say it, but if I didn't get the job because her husband was a horn dog I was going to be pissed.

"No, that doesn't bother me," she said. "Robert and I have an open marriage, provided we are both truthful about who we want to play with and don't have an secrets. We also play safely, use condoms and get tested regularly. I know he fucks Charlotte every now and again and I'm OK with that. She's clean and doesn't sleep around. I have my suspicions about Jillian and Thomas having an affair, but it's none of my business."

"So if you are not worried about me tempting your husband, why did you vote against me?" I asked. This was turning personal instead of being a business reason and I really hoped she would tell me what her issue was with me. As she talked, she walked back around the back of my chair like she had done the last time we spoke. Her voice and perfume was just as hypnotic as last time as well, although my anger was keeping me more focused. From behind my chair, she told me.

"Honestly, it's your relationship with Renee," she said. Then she continued to circle in front of me and then leaned on her desk so she was facing me. Just like before I entered the office, my sitting position allowed her to tower over me. Now I was less intimidated than mad.

"What does my relationship with Renee have to do with whether I would be a good intern?" I asked. "Are you prejudice against lesbians? That seems strange since you are a swinger with your husband."

She sat up on the desk and crossed her legs. It was definitely a power move designed to assert her sexual dominance since I brought up her husband. Then she chuckled. I hated when she did that because it always made me feel like I had done something very wrong.

"I'll be honest with you Mia. I thought you were the best candidate, but I didn't want your working here to screw up your relationship with Renee. I've gotten to know her pretty well since handling her divorce and I know she can run very warm and cold. I also know about the special babysitting services you provide her. I know she has been very happy and she told me you were happy too. Working at a law firm can be very demanding and you would not be always be available at her beck and call."

I sat for a moment formulating an answer. "You're right I've been at her beck and call, but lately, things have been strained. I think just my interviewing caused that. But we are working our way through it. We'll be alright."

"I am glad to hear that," Austin replied. "It's just the nature of our practice, that when we call because a case needs to be researched or we need to prepare a brief, you need to be available."

"I understand," I said, not sure if I really did or not. "Would I have to give up babysitting?" I specifically didn't mention the special services I provided.

"No, that is not my intention, but depending on how things work out, you might have to make that choice," she replied.

"So do I get the job?" I asked her directly, this time making sure to make eye contact instead of staring at her legs like I know I had been doing.

"Do you have any questions before we begin the final part of the interview?"

Again I pondered my response. I'm not stupid. Her sitting on her desk in front of me was obviously to distract me. She also knew I was involved in a sexual relationship with Renee. I'm sure she could tell I was attracted to her and she admitted she and her husband were swingers. She also had done an STD on me, which I passed, and that was one of the criteria of playing with her. I can't believe I didn't realize it before but now it made perfect sense.

"I just have one question," I told her. "Is the K on your business card mean your first name is Karter?

"Would it surprise you if I said yes?" she asked me.

"No," I replied. "Actually it makes a lot of sense. So what am I really doing here?"

"You are here to interview for the intern position," she said. Then she uncrossed and spread her legs. "If that is all you want, that is fine. But you should know that I have been directing your training. Renee has been preparing you to be good enough to serve me. I would prefer that you become intimately involved with this firm." She winked after that in case I somehow missed her meaning. "While I will teach you about the law and prepare you for your future legal studies if you go that direction, your primary responsibility will be pleasuring me and keeping me happy. I have a very high sex drive and need frequent attention."

I was staring between her legs at this point. My mouth was watering as was my pussy. "But what about Renee?" I asked. "I think I love her."

"I understand," she replied. "Renee feels the same way about you. She is willing to trade you to me in order to get continued access to Robert's cock. You see I made a mistake allowing her to fuck him. He has a wonderful dick and she got addicted to it. Those nights she staggered home were after I gave them permission to fuck."

"I thought you said you had an open marriage?" I questioned. "Why would he need permission?"

"We do have an open marriage, but he is my cuck. When we are together I am in charge. Renee was perfectly happy to serve me, much like I know you would be, until I rewarded her with a ride on his cock. They both had been serving me very well so I thought I was giving them both a special treat. Only now Renee really has become a pain in the ass about fucking him every time she visits. You will find me to be a fair Mistress. I am strict and firm, but I also care for my pets and their needs. It was at that time where she got to be dominant over my husband that I saw her submissive needs diminish. She was excited to try to train you to take over her former position. She does not want to give you up full time so I agreed that if you accept this new role, I would allow you two to continue to play, although Renee will still be subservient to me. You will be subservient to both of us."

I am sure Karter knew how difficult a decision she had just given me. And while she may be a fair Mistress, she really had not played fair the way she sprung this on me. She also wasn't playing fair by spreading her legs. I knew she was offering her pussy to me and I knew if I knelt before her and pleasured her, I was giving her my decision. She knew she was irresistible. I hesitated and she lifted her skirt so I could see her pussy for the first time. Her labia were inflamed with desire. I could tell she wanted me. Her clit was also pierced. That excited me. She clearly wasn't lying when she said she had a high sex drive. The ring through her clit must keep it constantly teased and demanding attention. I had a vision of me eating her to orgasm in her office several times per day. Then there was the matter of Charlotte. If she was fucking Robert, clearly that was with Karter's consent. Did that mean Charlotte was a loyal sub as well and I would have to pleasure her? I kind of got the sense that Robert might be off limits because Karter felt it was a mistake for Renee to have fucked him, but maybe not. I sighed. I only briefly thought about Jillian, but the fact that she sat open legged at a glass desk pretty much told me she was in on the game. That left Thomas as the odd man out and somehow I doubted he was really outside this clique.

I'd secretly longed for Renee to share me, although I had not told her. Now I was in a position as low girl on the totem pole to possibly be submissive to six people. Part of me said that was too many people to serve. But as Karter sat before me, you know I did not have enough willpower to resist her. I slide down the chair to my knees. "Mistress Karter, May I have the honor of servicing your glorious pussy?" was the line that came to mind.

"First stand and remove your clothes, slave," she commanded. My pussy became a flash flood zone. I quickly discarded my blouse and skirt. I then turned my back toward her. "Mistress will you help me unbind the corset?"

"No," was her response. "I rather like the look of that. No doubt Renee picked this outfit for you. I have had her wear a similar one many times. Turn back around."

I was pleased that she was looking at my tits as the corset displayed them for her. I was happy not because I was revealed as a wanton slut craving her acceptance, but because I thought my boobs look good. Granted they were tiny compared to hers, but my nipples were sensitive as she was about to find out as she reached forward and took them both between her fingers. As was my usual response to Mistress Renee, I moaned. Mistress Karter smiled. My heart melted. She slowly teased them to painful erection.

"These are exquisite nipples, Slave Mia," she said calmly. Oh, did she know what her voice did to me? "Would you consent to having them pierced?"

I think she noticed I was taken aback, but I recovered and said, "If Mistress desires that, I would gladly have it done."

"Be careful what you commit to pretty one. Much like my clit piercing, if I pierce your nipples, you will basically be aroused all the time. It's a wonderful problem to have, but you will have to learn how to function again."

"If Mistress desires me to be continually stimulated and not function beyond a sexual level, then I agree. I am hers to do with as she pleases."

I know that was laying it on a bit heavy. I figured even if I did get my ladies pierced, I could remove the ring or stud if it was too much. I wanted to be sure Mistress Karter understood that I was ready to give myself to her in any way she desired.

"It's sounds like you would be happy just to be my sex toy. Have you heard of bimbofication?"

I did not lie to her. "I have not, Mistress."

"Well basically we turn you into a piece of fuck meat. Platinum blonde hair, pierced nips and clit to keep your mind focused on sex 24/7 and of course you will have to get your tits enlarged. Then I'll always dress you like a slutty whore, which of course you will be, and you will eat any pussy and suck any cock I tell you. Oh, and I'll take you to parties where you will be passed around and gangbanged. What do you think about that?"

Again I did not lie. "I've never considered that, Mistress. It sounds like I would have to give up my studies. I'm not ready for that."

"You could make your living very comfortably as a cam girl and as my live in slave," she told me.

"You want me to live with you?" I asked. "My parents would freak out if that happened."

"I want that even if you are just our intern and occasional play partner. We have a studio apartment above our detached garage. We'll tell your parents we are renting it to you cheap as part of the intern program. Of course we won't tell them that your monthly rent is giving me at least 100 orgasms. "

"Mistress, my head is spinning," I confessed. It was, but it was mostly a result of her nipple teasing and not her offer to truly whore me out. I assumed she was kidding and just trying to taunt me and see how far I would go. She then let go of my left nipple and used her right hand to rub my pussy back and forth a couple of times. She then easily slid two fingers inside of me. I moaned again.

"I know Renee taught you that your Mistress is always to cum first and that you are not to cum without express permission. Is that correct?"

I moaned, "Yes, Mistress.'

"You are pretty worked up," Karter commented. "Did Renee edge you today and leave you hanging?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said breathlessly as I squatted a bit to get her fingers deeper into my pussy. "I'm not sure I remember when my last orgasm was. It's been a while. I wanted to masturbate after meeting you, but I was a good girl and didn't."

"I really wanted to see you cum, my new pet," she told me as she pulled her fingers out of me and released my right nipple. "But I would hate for you to fail a rule so quickly. On the floor and crawl behind my desk. I joyful did so wiggling my ass for her hopefully lustful gaze. I heard, but didn't see her unzipping her skirt. She then stepped over me and sat down in her chair. She had also removed her panties, which were summarily pushed against my nose.

"You will learn my scent and learn it well. When you smell my arousal, you will stop whatever you are doing and take care of me. Do you understand?"

I did understand and I nodded my agreement.

"Let's see if Renee taught you anything. She learned to be a top-flight pussy slut after I first seduced her, so I have high expectations for you. I leaned forward into position. I will have you know I was not tentative. This was the first chance I had to prove my value to Karter and I wasn't about to blow it.

Karter tasted as exquisitely as I had imagined and I loved the way her clit ring felt on my tongue. I also knew that by just twirling my tongue on it, I would drive her crazy. I wished Renee had given me some tips on exactly how Karter liked to be serviced, but I think I did a pretty good job as she began squirming on my face after just a minute or so and she climaxed within four or five minutes. I liked that since I tended to get tired when Renee took a long time to orgasm. I plastered my mouth against her pussy as she came making sure to lap up all the juice I could and to savoir every drop. She then pushed back her chair and told me to stand up. I hoped she would finish what she had started when she fingered me now that she had been temporarily satisfied. My hopes were met, although not exactly how I had pictured my climax.

Karter ordered me back to the chair in front of her desk. "I have a couple more things I have to finish up tonight. Spread your legs with your feet on my desk and masturbate for my amusement," she commanded. I would have rather had her fingers tantalizing my pussy, but if my fingers were my only option, so be it. I licked the middle finger on my right hand and started rubbing it up and down my slit.

Karter stared into my eyes as I started masturbating. "I don't have a lot of time, sweetie, and Renee is waiting for you. Get yourself off quickly or not at all."

I took that as a challenge, although an easy one as I found the kinkiness of the situation intoxicating. I quickly moved to three fingers rubbing across my clit while my other hand began to pinch and tug on my nipples. "That's better," Karter mused. "But don't forget to ask for permission to cum."

I would not have forgotten such a fundamental rule, but I am glad she reinforced it all the same. She then looked down at some papers on her desk. She would look up every 30 seconds or so. I don't know how she concentrated on her work with me exposed and moaning. Perhaps that was just part of her game to make me feel wanton as if I couldn't control myself while she just went back to work. Whatever the reason for her possible indifference, I wasn't going to waste an opportunity to cum if it was forthcoming.

The first time I begged for permission to climax, it was denied. That was not surprising and I kind of expected it. The same went for the second and third time. Karter did start to watch me again after number three as it was becoming more and more difficult for me to hold back. I'm sure the desperation showed on my face. I know she knew my fourth request to cum was from the heart and I'm sure she knew how I was struggling to obey her. I was starting to fall into subspace where my whole body craved her approval. Then the phone rang jolting me back to reality, although it did not diminish my need to finish. Karter answered her phone, then looked at me and hit the speaker button.

"Say hello to Mistress Renee," Karter told me. My whole body shivered as a wave of preorgasm washed over my body.

"Hello Mistress," I struggled to respond. "I need to cum. Will you give me permission?"

Mistress Karter responded first. "I can see we are going to have to work on the rules of engagement. I can't have you running off to another Domme if you don't like the answer I give you. What do you think Renee? Do you want me to have her stop so she is crazy primed for you and dinner?"

I continued to frig myself, but I assumed I would be ordered to stop momentarily.

"Has she been a good girl?" I heard Renee ask.

"Not too bad. She still needs some pussy eating practice, but we can give her that. I also want to see that face she makes when she gets fucked hard by a strap-on. Her video was amazing."

The two Mistresses continued to discuss me as if I wasn't there and debasing myself for their pleasure. My mind was drifting back into subspace as it was before the phone interrupted me. I knew if I wasn't ordered to stop, I would soon cum whether I had permission or not. I watched Karter hold up her phone and point it at me. Then she asked Renee if she could see her Live Stream. An answer in the affirmative came over the speakerphone. Karter smiled. It was half a pleasure smile and have mischievous. "OK Mia, you may cum for us now," was all she said and before she even finished, my body began to shake, my muscles contracted and released as if I was having a seizure and my brain exploded as my body released a massive dose of endorphins as I climaxed. I was out of it, but I probably screamed and I'm pretty sure I shook my head back and forth hard enough for my hair to flip from side to side. Yes, I was a great orgasm and one that I rode probably for close to a minute before I finally began to come down to Earth.

Karter was still smiling, although less mischievously now and more with pride. She knew that Renee had seduced and trained me, but it was Karter who owned that orgasm and my pledge to serve as her submissive. But apparently time was short so I was not afforded much time to recover or any aftercare as I came out of subspace. Instead I was told to dress and head downstairs so Renee could take me to dinner as she had promised. When I opened the car door and sat down, she gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. But her previous feeling of possessiveness was gone. I didn't want to overthink what that meant, but I think she was good with me being traded to Karter. At least I probably would still be playing with her on a regular basis. She pulled out into traffic and we headed to dinner.

Renee picked a small, dimly lit restaurant for our dinner. It seemed like a romantic out of the way place. If I had been with a new guy I would have thought he was trying to seduce me. Renee didn't need to worry about that. I was a sure thing for her. Then again, I think she was trying to make sure I still had a place in her life outside any future play opportunities with Kartner. She was actually selling herself as a Mistress to me as if she was worried that I would cut her out in favor of serving Karter full time. I assured her that was not my plan. I also made sure she understood if Karter ordered me not to serve her, I would have to follow Karter's directive. It seemed strange since I'd just met Karter that her desires would take precedence over Renee's. But since Renee was also her sub and let's face it, I could already tell Karter was a much better Domme who I was sure would bring my ultimate submission needs to satisfaction, I was already pledging myself to her. I could tell Renee understood the hierarchy over our arrangement. I'm sure if Karter told her to drop me, she would do so without hesitation. So there we were. We were both pledged to serve the same woman, but that didn't preclude us from having fun together. Once those details were out in the open and agreed to, I felt Renee's foot push between my legs.

We were sitting in a booth so I doubt anybody could see what she was doing as she began to rub her stocking covered big toe over my mound. Needless to say, I was very receptive to her actions.

"That's right you little tramp," she hissed quietly. "I still know how to turn you on and I can make you cum as good as Karter. I may not get to have you in my house as often any more, but we'll find a way to have you keep serving me."

I nodded in complete agreement. Serving two Mistresses sounded wonderful to me and I certainly didn't want her to take away her toe at that moment. She continued her foot job on me even when the waitress approached the table. It was delightfully perverted to attempt to act like nothing was happening when I placed my order. Renee, as you probably expected, gave my clit a little kick so I would jump a bit. I know the waitress saw me move, but I don't think she knew why. I tried to cover it by saying, "I just shivered. Is it cold in here or is it me?" Of course I wasn't cold. I was the opposite of cold. My body was hot. But the waitress didn't need to know that. As she turned to leave with our orders, Renee flashed me her mischievous smile.

She continued to tease me with her toes as we continued to chat. Not all of our conversation was sexual, but mostly they was. I don't know if anybody was sitting in the booth behind me, but if they were, they got an earful. After our food arrived, Renee removed her foot and told me to reach under the table with my left hand and masturbate. In the dim lighting conditions I doubt anybody could see and my body shielded the view of my arm and I could eat with my right hand, but I felt naughty. I also knew if Mistress Renee required it, I would be able to cum for her very easily. I assumed she was just teasing me, after all she wouldn't cum first, but if she let me, I would orgasm in front of the entire restaurant.

I was getting very close and keeping myself on edge as I had been taught when Renee's phone rang. She answered, "Hello, Mistress." She then was quiet as if she were receiving instructions. She kept nodding. Finally she said, "I understand," and hung up. She then looked at me. "We need to finish dinner and get going." I took that to mean fun and game time was over, at least for now. Back in the car she gave me the lowdown.

"Mistress Karter wants me back at her house. Her neighbor is coming over and requested I be there. I'm going to drop you off at my place to get your car. Mistress said she will message you later tonight with instructions about moving into her garage apartment tomorrow morning."

"What's this neighbor like?" I asked curious if I too would be loaned out in the future.

"She's nice. She's kind of a trophy wife, but not as stuck up as you might expect. Her husband travels a lot so she gets lonesome. She's not too kinky, but she likes her pussy licked when she gets lonely and she's tired of playing with herself. Of course Mistress wouldn't stoop to satisfying her herself so that is where I come in."

"Does that bother you to be given to her friends?" I asked.

"It did at first. I kind of thought it meant she was tiring of me, but then I realized it was because she was proud of me and sharing me with her friends was her way of showing I was a good sub."

"So the neighbor isn't kinky, but doesn't mind that Karter orders a stranger to eat her pussy and the you do it without questioning her command?" I pressed her incredulously. Renee winked at me.

"Well, maybe she is a little kinky. She licked my ass out last time. I think Karter's influence is rubbing off on her. She has a habit of doing that," Renee responded.

I drove home horny as fuck and I knew I would spend the night watching my phone waiting for a message from my new Mistress. That was going to suck. I looked around my room wondering how many things I should take if I was going to move into Karter's apartment. I figured it was furnished so other than clothes, toiletries, makeup and a few photos and such it wouldn't take me long to pack. My parents, of course, were interested in how the interview went (they wanted me to get a summer job) and I told them it went well and they offered me the position. Obviously I only told them about the actual legal work aspect of the internship. They were a little skeptical about me moving out, but I assured them that it was very practical since I would be working overtime (I didn't say I would be pleasing my bosses outside office time) and that I could ride to work with my employers. They did like that I was going to get the apartment rent-free. I told them that my new employers traveled a lot on weekends and that they liked having someone near the house to keep an eye on it. I didn't like lying to them, but I had to twist the conversation into my favor so I could move out. They finally agreed that it sounded like a good idea, but also said they wanted to go with to help me move and to meet my hosts. I couldn't think of any reply, so I let that drop. Since it was potentially my last night at home for the summer, they insisted that we all watch a movie together (something we used to do frequently, but did pretty rarely these days) so I ended up between them on the couch.

I can't even tell you what sappy movie we watched. My mind was not focused on the two-dimensional characters on the screen but on the heat between my legs. Having to sit with them pressed together wasn't helping. I wanted to go to my bedroom and lay down with them spread wide apart and imagine Mistress binding me that way. Oh, and fucking me that way until I couldn't walk. A couple of times I caught myself trying to discretely rub my thighs together and I fantasized about what kinky things Mistress was going to have me do. It was maddening to sit next to my straight-laced parents pretending to watch the movie while my brain continued to bubble with lust. Finally the movie ended and I could make a quick exit to my bedroom. I locked the door, stripped down and lay on my bed in a spread eagle. I didn't touch my pussy, although I certainly wanted to. I never would have been able to keep myself from cumming if I had started masturbating, so I fought that urge. Finally about half an hour later there was a text message from Mistress. It instructed me to be at their house (it gave me the address) at 10am. It confirmed that I just needed clothes and personal items. I replied that my parents wanted to meet them and likely would be coming with in the morning. I expected Karter to be against that, but she surprised me and said she understood they were being protective and it wasn't a problem to bring them along. I was happy that Mistress understood their desire to meet her, but I was also kind of upset they were going to come at all.

I didn't sleep well. I was too exciting about starting the next chapter in my kinky education. It didn't take me long to pack up my clothes as I didn't need them all since I could always come back and pick up more. I'd dressed professionally but with a little sex appeal on the side both times I'd met with Karter. But that wouldn't make sense today so I just went with yoga pants (not out of place and would show off my ass to her) and a white t-shirt with a black bra underneath.

At 9:30 we set off with my parents driving in their car and following me. The house was in a fairly exclusive neighborhood as you might expect. I would classify it as a McMansion. It was big, but not too ostentatious. There was a three car attached garage facing 90 degrees from the road and the driveway appeared to wrap around the house on that side. Karter was waiting for me outside. That was a surprise, although a happy one. I was also thankful she was dressed down. She was actually wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt along with gym shoes. I couldn't decide if she was going running or was just back from running. Thankfully her breasts seemed smaller as if she was wearing a very constrictive exercise bra. I'm sure my dad would have enjoyed seeing her in the more revealing tops she wore the two times I saw her at the office, but it was better for my mom that Karter was covered up. Her boobs were in no way small, but at least they didn't look like the luscious melons I had seen.

Karter waved me past the attached garage and around the house. They had a very big yard with a wood privacy fence. Along the side near the first garage was another detached garage that looked like it had been built later. This was a six-car garage so it was very wide, although not too deep. I could see the windows from the space above. This is where the apartment must be, I mused to myself. The other side of the yard had a large swimming pool. I could see the second story of the neighbor's house. That must be where Renee's trophy wife lived. Karter introduced herself and Robert came outside shortly thereafter to join the group. We all went into the garage and then up a staircase leading to the apartment.

"We originally thought we would AirBnb this space," Karter explained, "but our last intern needed a place and she begged to be able to stay here." Karter looked right at me when she said the word "begged." Robert then chimed in. "It ended up working out very well. She didn't have a reliable car and with the crazy schedule in our office some days, being able to commute together really helped her performance." He didn't look at me, but I knew what he meant by "performance."

"We figured Mia might benefit as well," Karter continued their justification for having me live with them. "We can teach her so much more with her living here."

I doubt my parents were thinking in sexual terms about what Karter and Robert had said. Well, my dad probably was thinking sexual thoughts, since his eyes had not left Karter since we walked inside, but I'm sure their words sounded normal. Karter then gave a quick tour of the space. Since it was a studio apartment, it didn't take long. There was a full kitchen with a table that sat four. My mom commented that I could have friends over and cook for them. I pictured myself bent over the table getting spanked or fucked from behind.

There was a TV area with a loveseat, recliner and a coffee table. You can imagine what I pictured attached to the glass top. The bathroom was ? sized with a shower and walk in closet. Karter told my parents if I ever wanted to take a bath I was welcome to use one in the main house. Finally there was queen size bed. That was not unusual except for the frame. It was a massive wood log frame with four uprights and a canopy. It was actually pretty spectacular but seemed out of place with the basic nature of the rest of the apartment. Robert explained. "We found this at an antique store in Colorado. At the time we still thought we were going to rent this apartment and figured it would be a selling point online. It was a pain to get shipped and then in here, but it looks great. I doubt we'll ever take it out though."

My parents were looking at it for its esthetic qualities. I was looking at it for its strength. There was no doubt you could secure a submissive in several different ways to this bed. I got a little creamy just thinking about the possibilities. Karter must have noticed I was lost in thought because she moved beside me and put her hand on my ass. I was facing my parents so I don't think they could see her do it. She then whispered in my ear, "go into the bathroom and remove your panties and bra."

I giggled as if she told me a joke and waited about 30 seconds to make sure it didn't look like I was dashing off and excused myself to go to the bathroom. As I was walking away I heard my dad as about another door at the side of the kitchen. Robert answered that question. "The apartment only fills about half the attic space. We have storage in the other half. There is a floor, but the walls are not finished and we just put in lots of shelves."

I didn't think much about what he said because I was more excited that I had my first task since arriving. Because the closet was in the bathroom, it was easy for me to stash my underwear. I then flushed the toilet and washed my hands. When I returned to the group the adults were talking like adults do. I know Karter took a good look at my nipples now proudly pressing the front of my t-shirt. If I had to guess, I bet Robert knew what she had instructed me to do, but I didn't catch him looking. Thankfully, my parents seemed oblivious to the subtext of what was going on. They seemed to like Robert and Karter and appeared comfortable with me living there. My dad said, "I'm sure you want to unpack and get settled in, Mia, so we will get going."

Karter added, "I'll give her a hand." Robert left with them to walk them to their car. I walked to the window and saw Robert shake my dad's hand. He then began walking toward the house. My parents stood next to their car and waved. I waved back, but my attention was focused more on Karter's hand massaging my ass. "Are they still looking, Pet?" she asked me.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

I felt her slide her hand inside the waistband of my yoga pants. "These look very good on you," she said. "You have a lovely ass I look forward to getting to know. Lean forward."

And that is the story of how I got fingered in front of my parents as they continued to look up at the window as they got into their car. My dad was the first to break eye contact as he was driving, but my mom continued to look up and wave. I was mortified that she might know what was happening, but I didn't care. My Mistress now had two fingers inside of me and I couldn't have moved if the garage was on fire. But just like Mistress Renee, my ultimate pleasure was not on the agenda just yet. As soon as my parent's car began to back down the driveway, I felt Mistress Karter pull down my yoga pants. I knew even before the first spank that she wasn't undressing me just to get a better angle to finger me. But that was OK. Any touch from her was welcome even if it was painful.

She gave me a few firm swats and then told me to stand up and to remove my shirt. She also had me pull off my yoga pants so I stood naked in front of her. She then sat down on the love seat and waved me over. I expected that she would want me to eat her pussy, but instead she had me straddle her lap. She also told me to put my hands behind my head. Then she took both my nipples between her fingers and squeezed. That hurt far more than the spanking. But it was also exciting. I could help but rotate my hips and rub myself on her.

"I am going to lay out by the pool and work on my tan," she told me. "I want you to get settled in and then join me. I should be ready for a massage by then. Stay naked until you have unpacked, then take a shower and do your makeup. In the storage room behind the door your dad asked about you will find your clothes for this afternoon. I will unlock it when I leave, but you are not to look until after your shower and makeup are done. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. They were pretty straightforward instructions. Unfortunately they did not include my having a climax, but such is the life of a submissive. The thought of seeing Mistress in a tiny bikini tanning was exciting. I was sure a massage would not be my only duty. This was quickly turning into a good day. Mistress continued to toy with my nipples, but only occasionally pinched them too hard. She was teasing me, obviously, but what could I do. I knew that she knew I craved her attention. All I could do is let her manipulate my body and my emotions as she saw fit. A few minutes later, she told me to stand and our first game in my new apartment was over. I watched as she unlocked the door to the storage area and she watched as I walked into the bathroom. With the shower on and the water warming, I didn't hear her leave. But that wasn't my primary concern right then. I needed to transform myself from unfashionable college girl into alluring submissive sex kitten and fast.

I quickly showered. It took a little longer to do my makeup and hair because I wanted it to be perfect. I was tempted to go look at my outfit first to try and match my look to my clothes, but I was a good girl and followed my instructions. Naked and with great anticipation I walked toward the storage door. The room was more of a playroom similar to the one in Renee's basement than storage. I suppose you could store a sub in there, although unlike Renee's room there was no bed. I guess you didn't need that considering the sturdy bed in the main room. There was a table with my clothes as promised. I will say, the outfit Mistress had chosen had elements that were not a surprise, but at the same time I wasn't expecting what she had chosen for me to wear. Still there was no doubt that I would display myself as she had expected.

The first surprise was that my uniform, I suppose you would have to classify it as that as I was expected to serve her in this outfit, was made of latex. I pulled on it and it had more give than I was expecting so there was probably some Spandex mixed into the fabric as well. It looked like a black one-piece swimsuit except instead of shoulder straps it went all the way up to the neck like a turtleneck sweater. There were also a couple of key differences compared to a swimsuit. First, there was a zipper up the back meaning it was not designed to stretch quite enough for me to just pull it on like a swimsuit. It was more like a micro dress and looking at it I realized it would be tight like a second skin. I'd never worn anything like that, but I anticipated I would look pretty hot.

The second surprise for the outfit was that of the built in cups for my breasts. They looked supportive like a good swimsuit, but there were reinforced cutouts for my nipples. Since Mistress had already teased them, I assumed she intended to give them more attention. I was good with that as well. The holes were a little bigger than the cutout bra I'd worn for Renee so I knew more of my boob-flesh would be straining to get through.

The third surprise I was a bit scared about. In the bottom of the piece were two dildos sown into the crotch. The front one was about five inches long, although fairly narrow. I wondered if it was angled much like the Sybian had been to stimulate my g-spot. You know how much I loved that, but the idea of squirting wherever I happened to be standing was a bit unsettling. The second dildo I suppose was more of a butt plug as it was just a couple inches long and tapered. Mistress Renee had promised to teach me about anal play but never had. It was clear Mistress Karter intended to start me on that right away. At least it was small. I knew other women loved anal sex so I was confident if I just got over my fear, it would be OK. But that didn't make it any easier emotionally. There was a bottle of lube on the table. At least Mistress didn't expect me to push it in dry.

Also on the table was a white maid's cap, although made out of the same latex material. I guess I didn't need to spend so much time getting my hair perfect as this was going to snug against the top of my head. There was also a frilly white apron. That was lace. I had to wonder why that one piece was a different material, not that it really mattered. Finally, there were the shoes. They were fairly typical four-inch heel fuck me pumps. Put it all together and I wouldn't want to wear this in public, but at their house, it was pretty sexy.

I greased up the plug first and also lubed my finger. I put that up my bum first to figure out what the sensation was like. It wasn't that bad. Both dildos had to be inserted into my body at roughly the same time. The pussy dildo was not a problem as I was my usual soaking wet self when I start serving a Mistress. It took a couple of pushes to get the anal plug it, but once it seated itself up my ass, I must admit it felt kind of good. I pictured in my mind, Robert pulling it out later and giving me my first proper ass fuck. I was good with that.

Getting the rest of the skintight membrane over my torso was a twisting struggle and I had not tried to zip it yet. I felt like a sausage in its casing as I finally pulled the zipper up as high as I could. I didn't make it all the way to the top, but it was close. I looked in the mirror before putting on the cap and apron and the latex looked like it had been poured on my body. The black shimmered as if it were wet. It held my breasts firmly with my hard nipples accessible and on display. I took a couple tentative steps and the dildo and plug rubbed me oh so perfectly. It was like I was getting DP'ed with every step. I wondered if I could walk to the pool without climaxing. I determined already that Mistress Karter was more creative than Mistress Renee and you know how creative I thought Renee had been when she teased me.

It took me a couple tries to get the cap just right. The apron was easier and the shoes were no problem. Again looking in the mirror to see my complete outfit, I looked like sex personified. I wondered if Karter had been serious about turning me into a bimbo. I had to take smaller steps now that I was wearing the pumps meaning the dildo and plug danced more than before. I couldn't help but grab my nipples and give them a quick squeeze and lust overtook my body. Holding back my orgasm was going to be a challenge, but I'd survived worse, I told myself, and I was ready for this. I carefully walked down the stairs, holding the rail and being extra careful not to fall. From there it was probably 75 feet to the pool deck with each step bring my arousal higher. Mistress Karter and Robert were waiting for me. He was sitting in a chair next to a round table. On the table I saw a latex collar with a leash attached to it. She was lying in a lounger. He was dressed. She was naked. I felt my mouth being to water as I finally got to see her perfect breasts on display. Even though she was lying on her back, there was almost no sag. The miracle of modern augmentation I thought. Robert was a lucky man.

Mistress Karter welcomed me and complemented me on my look. I turned and asked Robert to finish zipping me up. The latex held me tightly and I could hardly breath. She then complemented me again saying my ass looked remarkable. I smiled to mask my embarrassment at being complemented by a naked woman while her clothed husband sat by intently watching me. At that moment, I wanted Karter more than I had ever wanted someone in my life. I wasn't concerned about Robert. I wanted her. Of course if the price I had to pay to get her was to service him first, I was perfectly willing to do that, but I was focused on planting my mouth firmly over her nipples or vacuum sucking her pussy. I also wondered about the collar. Did she intend to claim me so quickly? And was that the reason Renee had resisted collaring me?

"Slave Mia," Mistress addressed me. "It is warm out here and we would both like a glass of lemonade. You will find plastic glasses in the cabinet over the dishwasher and a pitcher of lemonade in the fridge."

I curtseyed. It seemed appropriate. It actually moved the dildo quite pleasurably as well. I then turned and walked to the back door of the house. That moved both the dildo and the plug sending shivers through my body. I was getting more accustomed to the perpetual stimulation and felt like I had my arousal under control. At a very high level, but under control like I wasn't about to spontaneously orgasm. At least under control if anybody didn't start toying with my nipples or spanking me. That would be a problem.

I found the glasses and poured the lemonade. I looked around and found a serving tray and put the glasses on it. I wanted to give them a little extra beyond their command. Mistress seemed pleased; at least until I squatted down to give her the glass. She refused to take it from my hand and I stood up again unsure of what I had done wrong.

"My stupid pet," she started. I knew I had displeased her based on her tone and the derogatory term. "You are never to bend your knees without a direct order to do so. Sluts bend at the waist."

"I am sorry, Mistress," I told her. "Mistress Renee did not teach me that."

"You are forgiven for breaking a rule you didn't know about," Karter told me. "Don't let it happen again and don't call Renee Mistress again. She is above you in the serving hierarchy, but I am your Mistress. You may call her Miss or Mam. But never Mistress. She knows this and will not be upset with you."

"Thank you, Mistress, for correcting me," I said.

"Let's try again, Slave Mia," she said. I was trying to put sense to when she used the term Slave Mia and when she said pet or some other name. I think Slave Mia was intended to indicate a direct command would follow. I made a mental note to determine if there was consistency in her terms. I then locked my knees and bent forward at the waist presenting the tray and my tits to her. She took the glass and as she did, she said, "Hold that position."

I remained bent over. The material stretch of my outfit tightened as I bent over causing the dildo in my pussy to push deeper inside of me. I'm sure Mistress heard my sharp intake of air as it fucked me. She smirked. She knew exactly what I was feeling. I held the position waiting for her to dismiss me. That took about 30 seconds. "Robert, did you get a good look at her ass?" she asked her husband. "Oh yeah. Great ass," was his Neanderthal response. I was surprised he didn't just grunt.

"Go inside and prepare yourself. We will be in later," she told him. "You may rise," she told me. I stood back up, the dildo and plug again moving sending a tingle up my spine. Robert took his glass and without a word turned and headed back to the house. I then turned my attention back to my Mistress hoping her next command would be to lie between her legs. But apparently her earlier comment that she wanted a massage was serious. She drank down her lemonade and held up her glass. I didn't make the mistake of bending with my knees a second time. Even though I could have reached forward and taken the glass, I once again bent at the waist and allowed her to place the glass on the tray. I remained bent over waiting for her to dismiss me again. She was staring at my nipples as if she was deciding whether to play with them, but she didn't and told me to stand and put the tray on the table.

She then rolled over onto her stomach and told me to use sunscreen on her before giving her a massage. It may not have been exactly the physical contact I had been dreaming about, but just putting my hands on Mistress in an intimate way was intoxicating. I admit I am not trained in massage, but I did my best and she did help by giving me a couple of pointers. I worked her entire back, including her very firm ass. I was tempted to slide my fingers between her cheeks and attempt to touch her pussy, but she had kept her legs tightly together and I thought her body language was telling me no. I also figured she would tell me when she wanted me to service her sexually.

I kept working my way down her body, now working her calves and then her feet when I heard a voice from the behind the fence. "I see you have a new servant," the faceless voice, although definitely that of a woman, commented.

"Yes I do," my Mistress replied. "She just started an hour ago. Her name is Mia. Come over Robin and meet her."

I continued focusing on the massage I was giving Mistress. This was a new experience but I knew not to prematurely end my task. A beautiful brunette appeared about 30 seconds later. She was wearing a short robe and no shoes. She looked like she had been laying out in her yard as well as her skin had a sheen of sweat.

"What happened to Renee?" the woman asked. "You do know how much I enjoyed her company."

Enjoyed having her between your legs, I mused silently.

"She'll still be around," Mistress replied. "Mia is the new intern at our firm. She'll be living in the garage apartment and I intend to enjoy every moment with her."

"Does she give a good massage?" Robin asked.

"Yes she does," Karter replied. "Do you need one?"

"I always need a massage," the neighbor said. "Nick is out of town until Monday."

I knew from what Renee had told me that was code for "I'm horny and need to get off." But I didn't know if she wanted Renee to visit or if she was ready for a new horny sub to take her edge off. I continued massaging Karter and worked back up her body. I could tell Robin was watching me closely, especially when I once again worked my hands over my Mistress' backside. When I reached her shoulders and gave them their second rubdown, Mistress said "Thank you, Mia." I took my hands off her and leaned back as I saw her begin to roll over in her chair. Unabashedly she then laid on her back exposing herself to Robin and me. I assumed she and Robin had sex and Renee was not the only member of the household to enjoy the beauty from next door, but it did strike me as unusual how open my Mistress was with her body. I was happy about it, mind you. I just found it unusual.

"Mia made me all tingly," Karter said to nobody in particular. I wondered if that mean she was going to order me to eat her pussy in front of Robin. I said nothing and waited. There was an awkward pause in the conversation that was probably five seconds, but it seemed like minutes. "I want you to give Robin the same fine service you just gave me," my Mistress finally directed. Robin pulled another lounger next to Karter and dropped her robe. I don't know why I was surprised that she was naked, but I was. She then lay down on her stomach. Her ass was every bit as firm as my Mistress. They made a very complementary pair. I oiled up my hands with the sunscreen and went to work on her. I must admit, touching her felt as good as when I touched my Mistress. Just having my hands on a beautiful woman was exciting, but being dressed as I was helped raise my libido. The situation, and my massage, had apparently raised Karter's libido as well. I was focusing on Robin, but I heard my Mistress say, again apparently to neither of us in particular, "So tingly." I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and when I looked, I saw Karter slowly rubbing her pussy. I admit I was disappointed that she had not ordered me to do that instead of giving her neighbor a massage.

I continued to work on Robin while my new Mistress continued to work on herself. I kept stealing glances as often as I dared. She did not appear to be rubbing herself with the intention of orgasming. Instead she lazily played with herself as if she was teasing herself like I had been required to do so many times by Renee. Robin, however, was not being coy about her pleasure. By the time my massage had reached her buttocks, her legs were spread enough for me to easily slide my hand between her thighs. I took her position as an invitation. She mewed contentedly when I touched her pussy. Had Renee not told me of her multiple encounters with the neighbor, I would not have had the courage to touch her sexually without being asked. But I felt I was on safe ground her and that Mistress expected me to serve her friend. When Robin rolled over onto her back and spread her legs further, I had a decision to make. In my experience I knew I should ask Mistress for clarification.

"Mistress Karter," I said trying to sound as submissive as I could. "Miss Robin (I figured showing her deference was also appropriate) I believe would like to feel more than my fingers. Do I have your permission to lick her or would you like that I lick you first?" After I said it I realized I should have given her an option to have me do nothing. It was presumptuous for me to assume I was to give oral pleasures.

"How are you feeling, Robin," Karter asked. "I'm holding back until I nail Robert. But if you want Mia to bring you off, I have no objections."

"That would be great," Robin replied. "I going to a party tonight and knocking down my cravings a notch or two is probably a good idea. I don't want to lose control later."

Her phrasing struck me funny since I knew she was married and I thought Renee had been her lesbian secret fuck buddy. Not that her infidelity was of any concern to me, but it sounded weird. But I wasn't about to complain about getting permission to lick her pussy. It was also good to get more practice before I next had to pleasure Mistress. I moved between her legs and got to work. And yes, it was work. I was eating her pussy not with the expectation of her returning the favor, but because as Karter's submissive, it was expected of me to make sure her friends and guests are well served. I certainly enjoyed myself. She had a nice fresh scent and taste. She tended well to her lady bits and was already excited from my massage. Mistress continued to slowly please herself, although I judged that assessment via my ears since I couldn't see her any more. I really expected Karter to have me bring her off after Robin finally climaxed, but instead Robin left and Karter wrapped the collar around my head.

She told me this was a probationary collar until I earned a permanent one. I assume Renee had worn this one as well but never earned it formally. That was probably why I was here. No matter. I got a rush as it slipped around my neck and Karter made sure to buckle it tightly.

"You will always wear this when you are in the house. If we are having square guests and you are out of character, I have various chokers (I thought back to Renee wearing one) that you will remind you of your station but not draw attention. Most of the time at the office you will wear the choker." I tried to think back to her assistant in the office and whether she was wearing a choker, but I couldn't remember.

Mistress walked in front of me holding the leash. I stayed a couple steps behind her. The dildo and plug were doing wonders for my arousal and I told her that. She assured me she was proud of how I had acted since my parents left and that I would be rewarded. I hoped that mean an orgasm and wasn't just some kind of joke. We walked into the house, up the stairs (very pleasurable), past the master bedroom and into a spare bedroom that had been converted to a home gym.

"You will have a very strict exercise routine as long as you remain in my service. I need you to be strong and your stamina to be exceptional. For now, I want you to do fifteen minutes on the bike while I go check on Robert."

Mistress showed me to a computerized bike. As I mounted the seat after kicking off the heels while she pressed some buttons and soon I was following its preprogrammed workout. I was in good shape already and always enjoyed working out, but the real benefit to this exercise was the movement it created in my crotch. I looked around at the other machines they had in their gym wondering how they would react if I used them while stuffed. There was also one wall that was all mirrors so I could see how I looked. Collared with my tits hanging out was certainly nasty. I loved it. So did my pussy. I might have even cum if she let me have a little more time, but ten minutes later Karter returned and shut off the bike. My heart rate was elevated and I was sweating, both precursors to what I had hoped would be the same result from sexual activities. Mistress now led me back down the stairs to the main floor and then to the basement. I theorized they had a playroom like Renee. They did. But it wasn't like Renee's

First off it was bigger, basically the entire basement and it was out in the open instead of hidden. It had all of the usual BDSM goodies plus a king sized bed with a restrained Robert lying on it. His ankles were cuffed together and attacked to the footboard as were his wrists cuffed and attached to the headboard. I knew he was Karter's Cuck, so I wasn't that surprised he was in such a helpless situation, one I would have gladly traded positions, if given the chance. What did surprise me, upon closer examination, was that his cock was secured in what I can only describe as a cage. I'd never seen one, but it was obviously some kind of chastity device. Not only did it secure his penis, but it also had spikes like a dog's training collar inside so if he got harder than the half staff he was sporting now, be was going to be in a world of hurt. Somehow that seemed worse than the spankings and floggings I received and enjoyed so much.

Looking at his cock, I could see why Renee enjoyed it so much. But given Mistress Karter's words earlier, I didn't think I was going to get that pleasure, at least not today. I was looking at Robert when he said, "You are really a bitch for doing this Karter." He had a look of resignation in her eyes. He apparently knew the plan, even if I did not. I felt the zipper being pulled down my back. The material relaxed and I felt a mix of relief and resentment as I had grown to love the feeling of the latex caressing my body.

Mistress helped me out of the suit, taking care not to pull the plug out too fast although the pungent odor of arousal escaping the costume made it clear to everyone in the room that I had been enjoying myself. Again I had to kick off my shoes, but after stripping me she had me put them back on. "Sluts always wear heels," or something like that was her comment. She then escorted me over to an armoire that neatly organized all her vibes, dildos, crops, floggers and paddles. A surge of arousal washed over my body as I imagined her using her entire collection on me. But for that moment, she had me grab a harness and the dildo of my choice to pair with it. I saw one similar to the one Renee used on me and almost picked it, but instead I went with one a little longer, but not quite as wide. Karter then had me help her put it on. It was very exciting to help my Mistress suit up so she could fuck me. Then she asked if I thought Robert could take it and I realized perhaps I wasn't her intended target. But thankfully she was just trying to humiliate him a little more. Luckily I was her target, although Robert was still going to be mad at her.

I say that because she had me kneel on the bed on my hand and knees. My head was aimed right at his cock and if he had not been chastised, I could have easily slurped him down from my position. Karter then climbed onto the bed behind me and started rubbing the dildo along my wet slit to lubricate it. I looked at Robert as his wife was sliding her cock into my pussy. I was ecstatic and he was horrified. Mistress Karter gave him a play by play about how tight I was and how wet she made me. That didn't bother me. Renee had talked dirty about me before and it was exciting. Apparently it was exciting to Robert as well because I saw his cock twitch as blood began rushing to it.

I don't care of one of the principles is your wife. When you see one amazingly hot woman fuck a young girl, you are going to get hard. The only problem was because of his cage, that was going to hurt. Karter was clearly enjoying tormenting her husband's manhood that way. Me, I was clearly enjoying getting fucked. I might have added to Robert's torment as Karter slam fucked me with the strap-on because there were times when I just opened my mouth but no sounds came out. In retrospect I guess Robert thought I was faking like I was going to suck is cock. That would cause him to twitch causing him more pain. I say in retrospect because honestly, at that moment I didn't care about him. I cared only about my Mistress and not disappointing her.

I could go into details about her style compared to Renee's, but at the end of the day she dutifully fucked me into submission to her as brilliantly as Renee had done and in the process, thoroughly humiliated her husband. I was a fucked out piece of meat by the time she was done with me, barely able to move my legs. When she finally pulled out of me I expected her to make me clean the dildo (it would be a gift) but instead Robert got that task. I guess she wanted him to taste me as one last agony. His cock did twitch again so mission accomplished. I then helped her remove the harness. Her pussy was glistening as the strap-on had been rubbing her the right way. If she didn't want me to clean my own juices off the dildo, certainly she would want me to eat her. But that wasn't the plan either. Instead I was dismissed and told to go back to the apartment and take a nap. I bent over (at the waist of course) to pick up the latex and I was told not to worry about that. Before it dawned on me that I would be walking through the back yard naked, Karter was busy unhooking the cock cage. I got one good look of her going down on him before I began walking back toward the stairs. I had a pretty good feeling that she was going to ride him for all he was worth. That made me feel despondent since I should be getting her off, but what could I do? I couldn't push her down and start licking her pussy.

I heard some moans of pleasure before I opened the back door, but once outside, everything was quiet and I was alone with my thoughts. Mistress had let me cum three times while she fucked me, but I wanted more. Then again it was only noon on my first day and I was already exhausted. Maybe a nap would be a good idea.

I was surprisingly comfortable walking through the backyard naked to the garage. True, it was a private backyard, but it was the middle of the day. The apartment was warm so I just lay down on the bed without getting under the covers. Soon I was fast asleep. I was having a naughty dream that instead of making me wear the dildo panties, Karter was licking my pussy. Or maybe it was Robin paying me back for the orgasm I gave her earlier. Just as I was having my dream climax I woke up and found Renee between my legs. She had a finger deep inside my pussy stimulating my g-spot and I gushed on her face before I could think about holding myself back. I probably just earned a punishment, but I baptized her in my juice and it was worth it. She then sat on my face smothering me. I could tell she liked just rubbing herself against me as opposed to having me work her clit with my tongue. It didn't take long for her to cum either. I didn't want to get out of bed. Looking at the clock I was surprised to find it was 3pm.

"I just stopped by to see how you were doing and you looked so appetizing I couldn't help myself," Renee told me. "I may be back later. Mistress is having social guests over tonight so she doesn't want to play. You need to shower again and don't do your makeup as slutty. I'll get another outfit laid out for you. Be in the house by 4pm and make me proud."

I probably could have fallen asleep again, but with only an hour to get ready I couldn't risk it so I rolled out of the bed and walked to the shower as Renee went into the playroom. I removed my collar, showered quickly and then did my makeup in a neutral fashion. I was excited to see what Renee had picked out. She was gone, unfortunately but I must say, I found her choice in clothing interesting. I was holding the collar Mistress had put on me, but I found a black fabric choker placed neatly next to my clothes so I deduced I was to wear it instead. That meant Karter and Robert's friends were not in on our lifestyle. That was going to be interesting.

I also found a pair of pantyhose. WTF? Pantyhose? I was supposed to have sexy panties and stockings. I picked them up to slide them on and two steel Ben Wa balls fell out onto the wood floor and began to roll away. Now I understood the choice. The pantyhose would make sure the balls stayed inside of me. All of a sudden playing the square became more of a challenge because I'm sure Mistress wouldn't want me spontaneously orgasming in front of her friends. Or maybe she would. I felt a chill as that thought went through my mind.

The dress Renee had picked was a typical maid's costume, although not with exposed nipples like my one earlier. It actually didn't show much skin at all, came down to my knees and had a typical apron and hat. Surprisingly there was also shoes with just a two-inch heel. I realized that, except for the Ben Wa balls I would be wearing, my outfit was perfectly square and not kinky, well except for the fact that I don't think too many real maids actually wear maids costumes any more. But that was excusable. Precisely at 4pm I walked back to the house, my pussy enjoying the balls with every movement. My only concern was I hoped my arousal wasn't too pungent. Other than that I thought I could pull off being a "normal" maid.

Karter was in the kitchen when I arrived. She looked remarkable domestic as she was preparing dinner for her guests. My job was to do a quick dusting, vacuuming and straightening of the main floor. I didn't get the sense that the playroom needed to be tended to, as it was probably not on the agenda. At least not until the guests leave, I hoped.

Serving Mistress in this way was oddly satisfying. The balls had something to do with that, but just feeling needed helped. I didn't have to rush through my task as I had a couple hours. I was done before 6. Karter called me into the kitchen and asked me to keep an eye on the oven, as she had to go get dressed. Of course I told her I would and before she left, she pulled me into a warm embrace and gave me a very passionate kiss. The kiss lingered and before she released me, her hands slid down my back and she grabbed both my buttocks. "I loved fucking you this afternoon. Be my good girl and there will be plenty more of that for you," she told me. Then she released me and walked out of the kitchen. Immediately my hands raised the front of my skirt and I began rubbing the front panel of my pantyhose. I quickly realized Renee's choice of undergarment, with Karter's approval no doubt, made it difficult for me to really get at my pussy, but that was part of the game.

When Karter and Robert reappeared they were dressed casually, but nicely. They did seem a bit too casual to have a formal maid serving them, but who was I to complain. Over the next half hour three couples arrived, all dressed casually as well, none apparently surprised to have the door opened by a maid and none apparently in on the secret that I served in more intimate ways than just bringing drinks and eventually serving dinner. The balls in my pussy kept my motor running and several times I had to steady myself while I attended to my duties. At times I felt flush, but I think only Karter noticed. I could feel her eyes watching me, but not to make sure I was serving her guests. I had that task down cold. She was watching me with lust in her heart. I wondered if Robert was caged during dinner or if that was just something they did when they played.

Dinner went fine, although alone in the kitchen I really wanted to rub my pussy again, even if I was restricted to the front of my pantyhose. But I didn't dare. When I was clearing the table of the dinner plates, Karter announced that it was time for desert. I briefly thought she meant me on the table lying on my back while the guests took turns with me. But that kind of scene was probably (hopefully) reserved for a different crowd. Karter then announced that everyone should stay at the table and that she would help me with the desert. I wondered if I had done something wrong that required her attention as she followed me into the kitchen.

I watched as she set the timer on the microwave for one minute. She then waved me over to her and told me to lift my skirt. I did so and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair tilting my head back so I was looking in her eyes. She then took her other hand and snaked it behind the waistband of my pantyhose and over my quivering mound. She released my head, temporarily, to hit the timer start button and then grabbed my hair again. "You have one minute slut to get off if you can," she said to me quietly as she started to rub my pussy. Immediately I began humping back on her hand. One minutes was not long even in my aroused state.

We would have made quite the spectacle if any of the guests had walked in and caught us. My conservative outfit didn't seem entirely conservative any more as I thrust my hips forward trying to get firmer contact with Mistress' hand. For her part she didn't pull her hand back forcing me to tease myself. She was giving me a fair shot at orgasming. She even rubbed my clit a bit. But try as I might, a minute was only appropriate to tease myself. I felt the first pangs of a building climax, but it was still far away when the timer chirped and Mistress said, "Too bad," while releasing my hair and removing her hand from my pantyhose. I knew better than to plead for more attention at that moment.

We gathered up the deserts and returned to the party. I was definitely flushed. I think Robert noticed but the other guests continued their conversation not knowing what had just happened. After desert, as I began to clear the table, Karter's phone rang and she walked into the kitchen to take the call. I was trying to pay attention to what she said as I shuttled the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen and then rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher. I didn't hear much beyond, "Good for you," and "Yeah, no problem at all."

After that I served coffee to the guests and Mistress dismissed me by telling me I was done for the night. Actually she said, "You're off duty. Enjoy the rest of your night." That told me I was to return to the apartment, but that I also had permission to get myself off. I guess I had done a good job. By the time I got back to the apartment, she had texted me saying, "The Hitachi with the finger attachment works great when you are wearing the balls." Now I was definitely sure I had interpreted her off duty remark. There was no way I could use the Hitachi without cumming and that attachment had made me squirt last time. I was giddy. I quickly stripped out of my maid's uniform and took off the annoying pantyhose. I then retrieved the Hitachi and the suggested attachment. Karter had a couple other attachments that looked interesting, but I wanted to see how the balls worked with this one. I plugged in the Hitachi and was just about to plop down on the bed when there was a knock at my door.

I quickly threw on a robe (I didn't want to open the door naked) and went to the door to ask who it was. The answer was Robin and she said she had called Karter, that she needed my help and that Karter said it was OK to ask. I let her in assuming she was the one on the other end of the call my Mistress had taken.

"This is kind of embarrassing Mia, but I need to ask you a special favor," she said as she was moving toward my bed. She must have seen the Hitachi because she added, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were busy. Karter just said you were done for the night."

She seemed sincere, but I was pretty sure it was a setup arranged by my Mistress. I played along either way. "I was just starting, actually," I told my new neighbor. "What can I help you with?" She told me a story that definitely sounded like a setup, but the help she was requesting was something I would be happy to oblige so it didn't really matter.

"You know my husband travels for work and neglects me," she began. I confirmed that I knew that already. "So usually Renee, and now thankfully you this afternoon, helps keep me sane while he's gone. Tonight I was at a party. I don't usually do this, but I hooked up with this hot guy. I was only going to blow him in the back seat of his car, but things got a bit out of hand and I fucked him. I'm kind of freaked out about it because I don't really cheat on my husband."

I didn't think now was the time to have a philosophical discussion on why getting your pussy licked would also be cheating so I just nodded.

"We were going at each other pretty hot and heavy, at least as much as the backseat allowed when my husband called. I let it go to voicemail, but I played it right back in case it was an emergency I had to deal with. He said he was catching a red eye and coming home early. I figured I had at best two hours until I got home."

I watched as she glanced at her watch. "Make that one hour."

She looked kind of desperate about it.

"So I told the guy to hurry up and finish. I wasn't that worried about my own pleasure at that point."

I started to get the impression that I was to be the vessel of her pleasure.

"So he starts really banging me. I'm on the back seat, on my hands and knees and he is pounding me as best he could. It was pretty good, actually. But at some point, his condom fell off and when he came, he shot a monster load into me."

"Are you on the pill?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "Hubby had a vasectomy and I'm not worried about getting pregnant. My problem is my husband is usually frisky when he gets home from a trip and I need somebody to clean out the creampie."

Robin winked at me telling me she understood this was absurd since she could just take a shower and accomplish the same thing. I figured her husband wasn't even coming home but that her hook up had rode her hard and put her away wet without satisfying her and that was why she was here. In truth, I found it exciting if she really had just fucked some guy and wanted me to suck his cum from her snatch.

"Well we can't let your husband know your secrets," I told her giving my consent to help her out. She looked over at the Hitachi lying on the bed. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked. "Do you think it is an almost instant orgasm?" I asked her back. She smiled. "We may have to find out," was her reply.

She asked me to lay on the bed with my head over the edge. I took my robe off. I didn't mind eating her out again, but I intended to use the Hitachi on myself as I did it. As I got into position, she began unzipping her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. She had a garter belt and stockings. I wondered if she lost her panties in his car or whether she never had them. She walked over toward me and then straddled my head. I was looking up at her delectable pussy looking forward to getting her off again. Then I noticed the sparkle of a jewel between her butt cheeks.

"Are you wearing a butt plug?" I asked.

"Of course I am, silly. How else could I trap all his yummy cum?" she replied.

I didn't really grasp what she meant because I was focused on her lowering her luscious pussy over my mouth. Her "ummm" sound told me I found her happy spot. I waved my arm back and forth looking for the Hitachi. I felt her lean forward and then felt her place the toy in my hand. By the time I turned it on and slid the finger attachment into my pussy, she was grinding herself on my face. I had not taken the balls out so the finger wasn't reaching my g-spot as it had before, but when it touched the balls and transferred the vibrations through them to reach almost every nerve ending deep inside of me, I was hooked. It was amazing just like Mistress Karter had told me.

I kind of forgot about Robin. I mean, I was trying to lick and pleasure her, but she was more focused on sliding her slit along my face. I couldn't see her, but I'm sure she was fingering her clit as well. I was focused on getting the Hitachi to hit me just right. I couldn't see any reason why I couldn't get the finger to buzz the balls along my g to cause another liquid explosion. If Robin's husband really was due home from his trip, I wonder what he would have said if he caught her in this position. Then again, maybe that was their game. I didn't know. The thought of him catching Robin and I and then punishing us was exciting. I pictured Robin on her back, her legs spread wide while I was kneeling between her legs and eating her out while her husband spanked me and then fucked me. That was enough, with the Hitachi's help, to get me over the edge, although regrettably I didn't squirt.

Robin was close behind with her orgasm and I kept the finger of the Hitachi inside of me still trying to trap the balls against my g-spot. Since I was off-duty I saw no issues with trying to cum again as long as Robin continued to ride my face. Actually I was pretty sure I was going to continue using the Hitachi and maybe some of its other attachments after she left, but for now, this position worked for me. I had forgotten about her creampie excuse until she stood up after she came. She hovered over my head and then bent forward at the waist. "Can you pull the plug out please, Mia?" she asked. Always prepared to help a friend in need, I put down the Hitachi and reached up to grab her jeweled adornment. It took a couple of tugs, but eventually it popped out. I was expecting a foul smell, but I didn't receive it. She didn't smell like roses. Actually there really wasn't any smell at all.

I could see her hook-up's cum starting to leak from her ass as she took the plug from my hand. The last thing I saw before she squatted back down over my mouth was Robin lifting the plug toward her mouth. I then heard a sucking sound. At that point her asshole pressed against my lips. I suppose I could have kept my mouth shut and just had her leak on my face, but I admit I was curious. I always liked the taste of cum and the joy it brought a guy from me to bring him off in my mouth, but this was different. I didn't know how much joy I could bring Robin from licking her bum. Apparently the answer was quite a bit.

Once I got my tongue between her cheeks, I felt her shift and then use her hands to spread her cheeks giving me better access. I gave her a couple tentative licks, really rimming her more than anything. She decided to instruct me to "Really get that tongue in there and clean me out. I can't have my husband finding any cum if he goes to Hiney Town tonight when he gets home."

I found it interesting that she was sticking with her story that I was doing a favor to help hide her infidelity by cheating on her husband with me. I also felt her drop her butt cheeks now that I was firmly tonguing her brown eye. Her moans told me she was rubbing her clit again and possibly teasing her nipples. I reached for the Hitachi again, but couldn't find it. Since I was trapped beneath her, my own pleasure would have to wait. I then heard the Hitachi turn on and the buzzing sound quickly filled the room. So did Robin's moans along with the exclamation, "I have got to get one of these!"

I did my best to tongue her hole, but as she pressed down on my head with more force, it became difficult. Cum was draining from her ass, so I was accomplishing that task as it was transferred from her ass to my tongue and face. The Hitachi was doing its job as I could tell she was nearing her second climax. I hoped after that happened, I would get my second ride. I had already determined I would remove the balls and try to use the finger as it was intended. Sheepishly I admitted to myself that I wanted to have a bigger orgasm than Robin. We weren't exactly having a competition, but I wanted to win anyway.

Robing began to rotate her hips in a circular way over my face. I interpreted this as her nearing her climax. I was thankful her asshole was not unpleasant because she would have been marking her territory all over my head. I reached down and began to rub my own clit so I could share in her stimulation, even if I'd have to wait for the Hitachi to climax again. About two minutes later she go with a mighty shriek as her entire ass vibrated against my head. Thankfully about thirty seconds later she stood back up. It took me a moment to focus my eyes on her. She looked very happy. I'd definitely made a new friend that day.

Had I been with Renee or Karter, they would have either kept the Hitachi when they left or best case, just tossed it to be to do myself. The latter would have been fine, but Robin was more than willing to help me get the orgasm she apparently thought I had earned. She told me to keep lying on the bed and walked around to the side. She was holding the Hitachi and I saw her lick her juices off the finger attachment. She then bent over me and started sucking on my right nipple. I responded as you might imagine with a throaty moan.

"I've been told you are a squirter," she said matter of factly. "I've never been able to cum that hard. But I'd love to get you off like that if I can."

I tried to respond as she turned on the Hitachi and began rubbing my clit, but the only sound I made was a reflexing whimper. It took a moment for me to compose myself and tell her to "Pull out the Ben Wa balls I have in my pussy and then slide the finger inside of me," and then to "Hold it against the top wall of my pussy as deep as it goes."

She did exactly as I asked and it felt amazing. Almost immediately I felt my climax began to build and I was pretty confident it would be the soaking variety we both sought. My body was rocking from side to side. She was still trying to suck my right nipple, but had to give up and switch to pinching and rubbing it as I thrashed side of side. I wasn't in sub space this time because Robin and I were more of a partnership, but that didn't prevent the Hitachi from doing its job and Robin's fingers from doing what they were supposed to do. I think she enjoyed watching me build to the squirting orgasm she hoped to see and one I certainly enjoyed showing her. I think I expelled even more liquid than last time and my body was certainly spent when my orgasm finally subsided.

"That was amazing," was the only comment Robin could make. She also reiterated that she had to get home before her husband arrived. "I'd love to stay and just hold you all night," she told me. "Maybe during his next trip we can have a sleep over. I'll leave my bedroom blinds open. You can see the bedroom from here. If he gets frisky, you can watch if you want."

I'm not sure how Mistress Karter would respond to that, but I had to admit having her crawl in my bed right then would have been nice. Instead I just spun around to find my pillow and she walked out of the apartment flipping off the lights as she left. At first I was too tired and emotionally worn out to notice the downside to the position I had been laying in as she helped me cum. My volcanic orgasm had spray my juice all over my two pillows and soaked the sheets at the top of my bed. I'm sure I could have found another set of bedding or I could have slept on the couch, but in my worn out and hyper aroused state, sleeping on my own wet spot seemed appropriate. I briefly thought about taking her up on her offer to watch her with her husband, but I was out like a light a couple minutes later. When I woke as the sun rose (I had not shut the blinds the night before) I felt cold, clammy, dirty and well, nasty. But I also felt alive and ready to experience whatever new lessons my Mistress was ready to teach. I wrapped the cum soaked sheet around me and got up to shut the blinds. I then turned on the TV and plopped down on the couch, literally wrapped in squirt and turned on the program guide looking for a sexy movie I could watch. I didn't find one, it was Sunday morning after all, but I did notice some DVDs on a shelf next to the TV. There were a couple of jewel cases that reminded me of the one that housed Renee's movie. I picked them up and looked at the hand written titles. Karter apparently had a thing for making home movies. I didn't recognize the names until I got to the last one titled Robin straps Renee while Robert watches. I assumed that meant Robert was tied and wearing his cock cage again. This movie seemed like a good place to start because I would definitely enjoy having Robin strap me. I quickly walked into the storage room and found a thick rabbit vibe and some leather cuffs. I put the cuffs on first making sure to cocoon myself in the sheet. I then turned on the video and sat down on the couch with the vibe in hand. I was sure Sunday was going to be a good day.