Decision Tree

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 11 By Tappy McWidestance

I felt good after my encounters with Steve and Tony that I was on track to become a partner, although I didn't hear any news for a couple of days. Being prone to worry, that concerned me. But Thursday I got word that I had indeed progressed to the next and final round of interviews to be held next Tuesday. If all went well in just over a week I would celebrate the culmination of my legal career.

Although I wasn't told, I heard through the grapevine that Mike, another senior associate in the firm, was the other finalist. He would be a formidable rival unless they decide to add two partners. But that seemed unlikely so I spent the day thinking about what I could offer, besides the obvious, to the firm that he could not. I was sure I could beat him on the merits and felt confident on my abilities.

Friday afternoon, Thomas, the founding partner, stopped by my office at 2pm. He told me he wanted to talk to me about my possible promotion. I took a deep breath and wondered if he wanted a blowjob or wanted to fuck me. I gave him a smile and said "Of course, sir." I started to stand up so I could walk in front of my desk. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Here is my address. Be there at 8pm tonight. No need to dress up. Just jeans and a t-shirt is fine." He handed me the folded sheet of paper and then turned and walked out of the room. I sat back down in my chair. Actually I slumped down in my chair. I must admit I wondered if Steve and Tony would share their knowledge about my predisposition to sexual encounters. I also wondered how Thomas and Jeff (the remaining of the four partners) would react. Jeff was pretty intense and had flirted with me in the past. I kind of guessed he had been the one to fuck me in the bathroom. Thomas was much older than the other three. I wondered if he would care at all. He was on his second marriage having chosen a much younger trophy wife after his first marriage failed. I had never noticed him checking out any of the female staff so I figured his new wife kept him worn out. But maybe he had a dark side to him as well. Maybe he wanted me at their house to share me with his wife. I admit that thought excited me and I began to get damp. I decided to do some quick research. I went to see Liz.

If anybody would know Thomas' private schedule it would be Liz. She told me she wasn't sure but thought Thomas' wife usually went clubbing with friend on Friday nights. Obviously Thomas was not beyond cheating on his wife (the grapevine had rumors that was the reason his first wife left him) so I figured he just wanted to test my resolve before the formal interview. I didn't care. John would be had work and I had needs. I worried about what to wear. Yes Thomas had told me to be extremely casual. Was that because he intended to strip me quickly so dressing up would be a waste of time? On the other hand, I preferred to dress at least in business casual because if this turned out to be an actual interview, I didn't want to be wearing just jeans. I even thought about wearing one of my court suits. But in the end, I followed his recommendation. I did choose very tight jeans that showcased how tight a butt I had. Even if I was going to be casual I wanted to show off a bit. I wore heeled sandals. Not high, only about two inches, but I figured in these jeans tightening up my calves a bit was a good plan. I didn't go with a t-shirt, but wore a loose fitting blouse that I tied at the bottom exposing my midriff. I'm not sure why I chose that, but when Thomas had mentioned wearing jeans, I thought of Hee-Haw. If I was wrong, I could always untie it and tuck it in.

I fretted about it, but decided not to wear a bra. I was pretty confident what Thomas had in mind for the evening and figured showing off my nipples wasn't a bad idea. I did wear a thong just in case I had misjudged him and he really did just want to talk about the partnership. Of course it was damp before I left my place and soaked as I arrived at Thomas' house. The grinding of my crotch against the tight jeans was very pleasurable. My mind had been racing the entire drive over. When I arrived I noticed two cars parked in the street in front of his house. I did not recognize either.

I was nervous when I rang the doorbell. My mind had been working the scenarios about what would happen. Some outcomes I considered bad, some were good and some might even be classified as fantasies. Thomas opened the door and waved me in. He was dressed casually, in sweat pants and a t-shirt. They seemed out of place on a man his age. He looked me up and down and said, "You dress down nicely." He showed me to the living room and asked me to sit. He then offered me a drink, which I gratefully accepted.

"I think you know why you are here tonight, Susan," he began, "so I won't mince words or make small talk."

I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad opening line yet.

"Steve and Tony gave you a glowing review and of course I have heard the rumors about the party. We are looking for a partner who can be a team player. Are you willing to be a team player, Susan?"

I didn't hesitate to respond truthfully. I may have wanted the partnership months ago as a career achievement, and it still would be that, but now I also had the emotional need to serve these powerful men in a sexual capacity. If I had to chose between the two options, if I would have chosen the submission route, although I didn't want to let on to that.

"Thomas," I began my response trying to sound confident, as a good lawyer should, "I know I can be a great asset to the partnership team. But make no mistake, I intend to be a full partner and continue doing the casework associated with that position. At the same time, as you are aware, I have a certain zest for living (I didn't want to come out and say I am a submissive) that I need to satisfy from time to time (I was setting the stage for not being their full time sex toy) and if you and the other partners can fill that role from time to time (reiterating not a full time thing) I would not be adverse to a suitable arrangement (I would get to chose the terms) from being struck."

I know, that probably sounded stupid. It was lawyerspeak for I didn't just want to be their fucktoy. I wanted to be a full partner and if they happened to fuck me from time to time, that was fine. At least Thomas didn't laugh in my face at the outrageousness of my counter offer. He paused as if to think.

"Pending the successful completion of a thorough interview tonight, you would have my vote. But I must warn you; I am not the deciding factor. Steve and Tony are on your side obviously. I have not talked to Jeff yet. But he spoke highly of you after the party so I assume you have his support."

Thomas didn't come out and say Jeff had been Batman, but I think it was safe to say he had already taken me. That was fine with me. Jeff fucks well.

"As you probably know, Mike has also been on the partnership track. I will be honest with you, he is very qualified as a lawyer. He is probably more qualified than you."

What I heard Thomas saying was they wanted me as the firm's sex slave, but not as a partner. I tried to play it cool and not react. He was probably be looking for that. At the same time, my pussy gushed a bit thinking about just being passed around the partners without having to worry about the legal work I normally did. He didn't say that, of course, but that was how I interpreted it.

"Whatever the outcome of the process, by the end of next week we will announce who gets the promotion."

I assumed that meant they wanted to use me for at least a week. I didn't know if that meant I had a week to prove myself or they just wanted to have their fun assuming I would quit if I didn't get the promotion.

"We both know this type of interview breaks every sexual harassment HR law on the books. So I will not ask you to do anything you don't want to do. Steve and Tony should have had you sign a wavier before their initial interviews. You will need to sign one before we continue. It is entirely up to you if you want to continue the interview tonight and I will not hold it against you if you do not."

What he didn't say was that if I left and subsequently filed a harassment suit against Tony and Steve, my exploits in the bathroom would become public and not just a rumor. Of course I could kiss my partnership goodbye and most likely my job with it. Plus it would be very difficult to prove my case in court. Thomas knew that. While I could certainly leave, he knew how to make that decision difficult. I had gone there fully prepared to have sex with him. But his insistence on signing away my rights to sue no matter what they subsequently did to me wasn't something I had considered. I needed to think about that. For the first time I acted unsure.

"Thomas, I am not sure I can give you an answer just yet," I told him.

"Completely understandable my dear," he replied. "I don't want you to feel pressured. Out back (he pointed toward the kitchen and I could see a set of French doors leading to the back yard) we have a nice pool and a cabana where you can think and not be disturbed. I assure you nobody will bother you. I anticipated your reluctance (I don't like to be predictable. Damn it.) so I have left the outfit you are to wear if we are to continue the interview. Return here when you are ready or if you decide to leave, that is fine too. Deal?"

My mind was spinning all of a sudden. This wasn't going down at all like I had imagined. My fantasy interview was him throwing me down and fucking me senseless. I had wanted him to take away my choice (other than the choice to come over in the first place) and make me submit. Having me make an affirmative choice and even sign a legal document saying so was not one of the scenarios I had role-played in my head. I could see why he would want me to do so as it protected the firm, but did I really want to give that up? Was being a sex toy to four men (five if you count James) really worth the promotion?

The thought of safety crossed my mind, but it was fleeting. First, Thomas and the other men never struck me as dangerous. Plus I was already in his house without anybody else knowing where I was so if he had any nefarious plans it was probably too late for an escape anyway. No, I believed what he had said and that he was just trying to protect the firm.

"How long to do I have to make my decision," I asked, although I really didn't need much time at this point. Still I didn't want to look too eager.

"Is a half an hour long enough?" he asked. I assured him that it would be. With that he escorted me to the door. I could see a tile path leading down to the pool area and a building next to the pool. It was already lit. I assumed that was the cabana Thomas spoke about.

"Just come back to the living room when you decide," he told me as I walked through the door.

I felt like I was taking a walk of shame as I went down the path even though I had not done anything yet. I much preferred Steve and Tony's direct approach with me. But this was exciting in its own right as I was walking into the unknown. For all I knew, someone or multiple people were hiding in the bushes ready to grab me. I paused to look around as I had passed into a faint glow as the house lights had reached the limit of their illumination distance. If anyone were going to grab me, it would probably be in the next few feet. I had to admit to myself I found that possibility exciting. I pictured Tony, Steve and Jeff grabbing me and pulling me to the pool deck or cabana to gangbang me. God that would be hot.

I began walking again, although a little slower just to make sure I "couldn't get away" if anybody was waiting. I was a bit disappointed that nobody grabbed me and I reached the cabana without incident. I paused again at the door with my hand on the knob. Could they be waiting inside? My heart was beating quickly and my breaths became shorter. I stared at the door for about 15 seconds. Then I turned the knob and went inside.

Damn, the inside was just as Thomas described and I was alone. There was a couch and what looked like two bathrooms for changing into swimsuits. On the couch was the outfit Thomas had promised. There was also an iPad. I had to smile at the outfit. It looked similar to what I would normally wear in the office. There was a skirt, stockings and a blouse. But there were some marked differences. First the skirt was leather. Second it was very short. Holding it up to my waist, I could see that it came to mid thigh. I might wear that when I go to the clubs on a hunting trip (or even back to the adult theater) but I would never wear that in the office. For tonight though, it looked sexy. The stockings were silk and very luxurious. They were not cheap throw aways. I might have expected bargain fishnets for a night of debauchery. But these felt great and I couldn't wait to see how they looked on my legs. I remember hoping they didn't get ruined and I could keep them. When I picked them up, I saw the garter belt beneath them. I didn't usually wear a garter belt, preferring stay ups or panty hose at the office. But for tonight, it was appropriate. The blouse was white, also silk and felt as wonderful as the stockings. I didn't think the blouse was particularly sexy, but the bra siting next to hit definitely was. It was black leather, just like the skirt. I remember thinking it would show through the sheer white blouse. I suppose that was the plan. When I picked up the bra, I realized it had two circular cutouts over the nipples. My nips were already hard so I quickly pictured them sticking through the bra. The leather didn't have much flex. Although I had never worn one like that, I imagined it forcing my breasts into the cups and causing my nipples to pop out further. I can't say I minded. Finally a pair of four-inch stilettos completed the outfit. There were no panties, so I took off my wet thong.

Except for a couple of details, this outfit wasn't that far away from what I might have chosen for myself, but since it represented Thomas' desire for me, I was happy to dress this way. It didn't take me too long to change and then I went into the bathroom to find a mirror to confirm that I looked very hot. Needless to say, I had already made my decision to move forward, clearly, but I still wanted to make Thomas wait at least a few minutes. A girl doesn't want to seem too easy. Since I had a few minutes, I picked up the iPad.

When I clicked the home button I was presented with a button that said "release form." Clearly that was the HR form Thomas wanted me to sign. There was also a button that said "Master James" and that one intrigued me. Needless to say, I clicked on it. The first thing to appear was a video of me masturbating in my office. Initially I was shocked and pissed that clearly I had been recorded through my webcam. Then I remembered how much I had done in front of that webcam. I felt a bit nauseous. I watched myself for several minutes until my screen self climaxed. It was weird to watch myself getting off.

After the video finished a second one of James appeared. "Hello slave," he began. "I doubt it will matter, because you had already decided to submit to Thomas and the others, but I have a complete record of your sex life for the past few months. This includes website logs, chat logs, voicemails, phone sex recordings, your confession emails and of course videos. I kept these in case the partners needed extra incentive for you to cooperate. But of course, that was before I realized just how much of a slut you are and that you were a submissive. I will hold on these files, safely locked away. As long as you don't make trouble, you are on the path to personal success and sexual fulfillment. The guys are reasonable. You can still walk away and as long as nobody hears about their particular game they have snared you in, you can rest assured that your husband will not see any of it. By the way, I was Spiderman and nobody outside the partners and Liz knows about what happened at the party. Your decision to serve them is your own as is your decision to continue to serve me with Liz. If you chose not to, I certainly understand. You have five minutes to return to the house with your decision."

I quickly opened the PDF consent form and digitally signed it. I knew it wouldn't have the force of law as I was clearly under duress, although I don't know if a leaky pussy defense had ever been litigated, but I trusted Master James and knew in my heart that submitting in the office was right for me. After I hit accept, another screen popped up and directed me to a box sitting on a shelf with a bunch of towels. Inside the box I found four leather cuffs, a leather collar and a set of nipple clamps. The larger ankle cuffs had a short chain between them that would make walking even more difficult than the stilettos alone. The wrist cuffs and a clip that was probably for hooking the wrist cuffs together. There were no specific instructions, but I assumed he would want my arms behind my back.

I quickly put on the cuffs. My nipples were already stiff and popping through the bra, so unbuttoning the blouse and attaching the clamps was easy, although I admit I did try not over tighten them, as I didn't know how long I would wear them. I buttoned the blouse again to appear professional, although I pulled chain through between two buttons so Thomas would know I was wearing the clamps. I then opened the door of the cabana before clipping my wrists behind my back.

The walk back to the house was slow as the chain between my ankle cuffs limited my stride, but I didn't have the same walk of shame sensation that I did as I walked to the cabana. Having made my decision to continue with this ever more perverted game, I felt free. I knew whatever happened from here on out was out of my control. It was liberating. I knew I needed this. Whatever humiliating or degrading things Thomas would make me do, I knew it would arouse me and eventually lead me to a thunderous release. Even if he just wanted straight sex (unlikely given my outfit) I knew I could always use a good fucking and I could masturbate when I got home if he didn't satisfy me.

Opening the door was a bit of a challenge with my wrists cuffed together behind my back, but I managed. From there it was a short walk back to the living room. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I certainly would not have predicted both Thomas and Master James sitting on the couch with a naked Liz kneeling in front of them. Well, not exactly naked. She was wearing a strange chain outfit. It was kind of like a belly dancer costume, but with thin chains running around her torso to cuffs on her wrist and a collar. It managed to frame and accentuate her breasts, although it wasn't offering any support. She was also wearing a chainmail thong and from the buzzing sound it obviously had some kind of egg inside of it to tease her. She was busily sucking Master James' cock while her hand was stroking Thomas' impressive erection.

"Glad you could join us, Susan," Master James greeted me. "You will embark on an expansion of your training tonight. I am sure you will enjoy it. From now on, you will always call Thomas sir and you will not speak unless spoken to first. In the office you will always be deferential to him, although within the confines of keeping your status a secret, you may speak as necessary without prompting. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," I replied.

Thomas then added, "When we are alone in the office, I expect your complete attention. In a group setting, I expect you to be the excellent lawyer you always have been."

"Yes, sir. I understand," I told him without hesitation.

"This will be your new dress code in the office, minus the cuffs, collar and clamps. You will either wear a bra such as you have on now or none at all. You will also either wear no panties or panties that we designate at our discretion. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied again trying to sound subservient.

"When you are in court, you will be allowed a longer skirt, panties, a regular bra and shorter heels. For client meetings, it will depend on the client. You will keep a couple changes of clothes at the office."

This time he didn't ask if I understood. I am sure he knew I did, but it made his comment more of a command. I liked that.

Thomas continued as Master James focused on Liz. "James tells me you are quite a slut and will do most anything to satisfy that needy pussy of yours. Is it wet now?"

"If Sir would like," I began to reply, "I would be happy to have you check. I can't do it myself with these cuffs." I then moved closer to him so he could finger me if he chose. I wasn't sure if that was out of bounds and not deferential enough for him, but I did say sir.

"I am sure I would find you appropriately needy," he told me. "Can you touch your toes without bending your knees?"

"Of course, Sir," I said proudly. I then turned my back to him and bent over, although I could not move my arms to actually complete his request. Not surprisingly, I felt his fingers press into my wet slit.

"From now on, you will only bend your knees if you are going to kneel in front of a superior to pleasure them. Otherwise you are to bend at the waist," Thomas instructed. I noticed he did not say kneel in front of a man so he obviously was referring to Liz and/or other women. He also began to finger fuck me making it difficult to respond although I finally managed a "Yes, sir."

It was then I felt him pull out his finger (pout) and unclip my wrists. "Slowly remove your blouse and skirt. Fold them neatly and place them on the coffee table."

I certainly did not mind being naked, or nearly naked, in front of them. I also saw his command as an opportunity to show I understood how I was to bend from now as I placed the clothes on the table. I took my time undressing, not that it took long since it was only two items, but I wanted to show I was not in a rush. I faced both Thomas and James and slowly unbuttoned the blouse. I wanted to tease them a bit. Then I turned, bent over and slowly folded the blouse on top of the low table. I repeated the process by slowly unzipping the skirt, although I couldn't draw that out as long. Both men seemed pleased. Liz was too busy to notice. Thomas then gave me a better command.

"I want you to turn around and sit on my cock."

As I started to spin I saw him push Liz's hand away and grip his cock himself, holding it upward. I was fine with riding him reverse cowgirl. As I told you before, I always liked being on top, but I preferred riding forward so I could make eye contact with my partner. But when Thomas commanded me to ride reverse, it reinforced my status not as his partner but as his toy. I found that alluring. I slowly walked backwards toward him until he grabbed my wrists again and clipped them together. The position in cuffs might be a challenge, I thought. I couldn't spread my legs very much. Perhaps that was part of his plan to make sure I stayed in a tightly squeezed position. He spread his legs and I fit nicely between them. It took a few maneuvers, but finally I felt his cockhead position at the entrance to my cunt and I was ready to drop down and devour him. I captured the tip and then slowly began bending my knees taking inch after inch until I was sitting on his thighs. It was at this point that he reached around me and took hold of the chain connecting the nipple clamps. He then started tugging.

"Your master has told me you have been learning about orgasm control," he said as he tugged my nipple chain a little harder. I moaned in affirmation.

"Liz, if you would be so kind, lick Susan's clit. Let's see how she does."

Liz looked giddy as she disengaged her mouth from James' cock and slid between my legs. This was going to be difficult. The sensation of being filled with my boss' cock, the pain from the clamps tugging on my nipples and the pure pleasure of having Liz's skilled tongue dancing on my engorged clit meant I undoubtedly would soon fail this test. Then again, doing so would earn me a punishment session with Master James and possibly my new sir so I could look forward to that too. Reflexively I started rising up on sir's cock to begin fucking myself. His response was quick. He dropped the chain, put both his hands on my hips and pulled me back down. At least I got one short thrust before he reprimanded me. "You fuck yourself when I tell you to fuck yourself." He then slapped the outside of both my breasts. The strike wasn't that hard, but they caused the clamps to dig in a bit tighter on my nipples and that took my breath away. He then took the chain back in his right hand.

I wondered how long he was going to make me wait. I wanted both of them to fuck me senseless. I also wanted to cream on Liz's lovely face. Within thirty seconds I was moaning and within a minute I was begging for permission to cum. It was then that I heard the sound of heels clicking on the wood floor from behind me. I didn't dare look as I was trying to focus on not orgasming. I also had not received permission to turn my head. So I waited as the echo of the sound signaled another woman was getting closer. Finally she came into view. In my peripheral vision at first, but then in front of me, I gazed hungrily at the stunning young woman in front of me. She looked to be about twenty-five or maybe a few years older. She was wearing a robe and her hair was up in a towel as if she just finished showering. I did not know who she was, although after she spoke, I liked her immediately.

"Is this the new sub slut James promised to bring us?"

To bring us. That meant they were definitely a pairing. What this is wife? She is awfully young. Second wife? Trophy wife? Not his daughter, I hoped.

"Yes it is. Gwen, meet Susan. She is demonstrating her ability not to cum."

"Hi," I replied between moans.

"Orgasm control, huh," she said to me with piercing eyes looking into my soul. "That can be fun."

She didn't seem phased in the least that her man was buried balls deep in my pussy, that I was bound, that another man was watching and that another woman was licking my slit. It all seemed normal.

"Well have fun," she said. "I need Liz downstairs. Send her down when you decide to let Susan climax. Don't forget to open up her ass for me to use later."

With that she turned and quickly moved out of my field of vision. Once again I heard the click of her heels as she walked across the floor and then I heard a door open and the sound of her clicking fade away. She must have gone down the stairs to the basement.

Sir had Liz tease me for another couple of minutes. I was getting incoherent with lust and begging nearly continuously to be allowed to fuck myself. Thomas let go of the chain and once again grabbed my hips to hold me tightly impaled on his cock. He wasn't going to let me sneak in a bit of fucking this time.

Finally he told Liz to stop. He then told her to go downstairs and attend to her Mistress' needs. I watched as Liz quickly stood up. She didn't say goodbye or tell me to enjoy myself. She just walked away. I wondered what would happen next now that I was alone with the two men.

"Go ahead and fuck yourself," Thomas told me. "But do it slow. I don't want you to cum just yet."

What a bastard. He knew if I started fucking him I couldn't hold back. I guess that was part of his game. A game I knew I would fail. I started lifting off his cock and then slowly lowered myself back onto it. He felt so great inside of me. Not too big, not too small and just the right width. I knew I wouldn't last long.

I started picking up the pace, but was careful not to go too fast, although exactly what speed would qualify for too fast I was not sure. I saw James stand up and pick up his phone from the table next to the couch. He then moved in front of me and held it up. Then he said "recording" and Thomas told me "fuck yourself as hard as you want."

It was humiliating and arousing at the same time. I would not have cared if the whole office was watching and I began to ramrod myself up and down his cock. It was tough without using my hands and with limited leg mobility, but watching me struggle was part of the fun for them. Soon after giving me the command, Thomas grabbed my hips again and began helping me slam myself on his cock.

"Do you want to cum, my little slut," he hissed.

"Oh God, yes sir," I groaned.

"Then look into the phone and tell us what you are," he commanded.

"I'm a slut," I shouted. "I'm a sub slave. I live to serve my master. Oh God, please let me cum sir! God, I need to cum now!"

I don't know if they believed me or thought I was acting about my response, but I was telling the 100% truth.

"Who does your orgasm belong to, whore?" Master James chimed in from behind the lens.

"You Master James," I proudly replied. "And Sir Thomas." I paused a moment. "And Gwen, if she will have me."

"That would be Mistress Gwen, if she accepts you," Sir Thomas corrected me.

Breathlessly I replied, "Yes, Mistress Gwen. Thank you sir."

I could feel my pussy clamping down on his cock. I had reached my limit and I was sure he could feel it too. Nothing was going to stop the impending freight train about to crash through my psyche. Thomas was not about to give me permission, but he certainly was determined to make me explode on the phone video. He leg go of my hips and wrapped his arms around me. His left hand grabbed my left breast and unsnapped the nipple clamp while his right hand found my clit. He started rubbing it forcefully. The mix of pain and from the clamp being replaced with the pleasure of his fingers dancing on my nipple with his other fingers rubbing my clit was instantly too much. I tried to fuck him even harder, but I don't think I succeeded due to my bondage. I did however look straight as Master James and his phone recording my debasement as a massive orgasm raced through me.

I began to feel light headed and my vision began to blur as the room began to spin. I remember feeling Thomas' cock sliding out of me, although I don't think he came. I think I just lost my balance in the fog of orgasm and I slid to the floor. My body continued to twitch as waves and waves of pleasure wracked my body and fireworks exploded in my mind.

Later they made me watch the video and I would see that I was completely lost in pleasure for a good 45 seconds until my body finally lay still, exhausted on the floor. It was only then the video stopped. How much longer they let me rest in a spent puddle at their feet I am not sure, but it wasn't long enough. I was still out of it and a limp noodle when I felt my arms being lifted. I couldn't offer any resistance, not that I would have wanted to, as I felt myself being lifted back to the couch. I groaned a feeble, "no more," or some kind of weak attempt to get them to let me rest, but of course, slaves don't get to pick and chose when they serve. Instead I was positioned on my knees with my torso resting on the back of the couch and my mouth over the cushion. They continued to leave my ankles and wrists cuffed. I wasn't going anywhere. One of them was kind enough to remove the right nipple clamp, although as the blood rushed back into it, I felt a tremendous desire to have them sucked. But alas, that unfulfilled.

Instead Thomas walked around the couch and without much ceremony, pushed his still hard cock into my mouth. I received the exquisite pleasure of tasting my own juices as he pressed his full length into my mouth and just held it there. I then felt a cool gel behind applied to my backside. I knew what that meant and was not surprised to feel a generously sized butt plug being pressed into my asshole. Master James obviously remembered the beautiful Gwen's request to prepare my ass. It was at that point I realized my night was a long way from concluding. James then shoved his cock back into my needy pussy.

Having all three holes filled was wonderful. I had started to come out of my post orgasmic fog to the sensation of hard thrusts from behind pushing my mouth deeper onto the cock filling my mouth and as it pulled out (sir was fucking my face by this time) I would be impaled again on James' wonderful tool. It was obvious they had done this before because they quickly fell into a most pleasurable rhythm that once again had my body reacting as they expected. I heard some muffled shouts from the basement, although I could not tell what they meant. Apparently James knew, though, because he pulled out and stopped fucking me. For his part, Thomas pushed his cock back in filling my mouth and then held my head keeping it in place. I could breath through my nose if I stayed relaxed, but it was a bit of a struggle. Then I felt a slap on my ass.

Apparently this was my punishment for cumming without permission. It wasn't a very hard spanking though and was administered just by James' hand and not his belt or other implement. As with everything tonight, it was more arousing than anything. After a few minutes, Sir confirmed with Master than my ass was red. I could have told them that since I could feel the heat rising from my buttocks. Sir then reminded James to snap a couple pictures. I got to see them when we reviewed the video and I must say the jeweled butt plug they had used on me looked even better surrounded by bright red, freshly spanked ass cheeks. I thought maybe they were done and had me ready for whatever plan Gwen had prepared for me. I was looking forward to that. But they weren't done. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure I had not realized that neither of them had cum since I arrived. That was not right, as far as I was concerned, but with my mouth still stuffed with cock I could not express my concern.

It was at this time I felt the cuffs being unclipped. First my ankles and then my wrists received freedom of movement. I was tempted to grab Thomas' cock and start to jerk him off. I wanted him to cum and wanted to show my appreciation for what he already done for me. But of course, that would be inappropriate so I just held my position bent over the couch. He started to pull out of my mouth while James gave me another slap on the ass indicating that I needed to move. I turned my head to look at James and garner some direction. He indicated that I should stand. That gave me a respite from bending over, but it was short lived. He gently pushed me out of the way and sat down on the couch like Thomas had been earlier. He then told me to "mount up."

It was clear that he wanted me to ride him cowgirl instead of the reverse cowgirl I had done with Thomas. That must have been why he had removed my bindings. I certainly did not question his desire. I speedily crawled over his lap and positioned my pussy over his dick. With my hands free I was able to grab the back of the couch for stability and with my legs free I could use more leverage. That made me drip in anticipation. Even though my high from the last orgasm lingered, I wanted more. I settled onto his cock and gave him a few test pumps to judge the speed he wanted me to use to fuck myself. Since he was sitting below me, I assumed he didn't want me going too fast, but then again, he had not cum yet, so maybe he wanted to get off quickly. I worried briefly that would mean he would creampie me. Even though I was on the pill, I knew it wasn't 100% effective and I didn't want to risk pregnancy. But at the same time, I didn't want to question him and risk losing having him fuck me again. I looked down at him for guidance. Then I felt a hand on my back. It was Thomas and he was pushing me forward. I don't know why I didn't anticipate this, but as I leaned down, my tits resting on James' chest, I felt the plug being pulled out of my ass and then Thomas' cock pressing at my back door.

"James tells me this isn't your first time, so just relax and enjoy yourself," he instructed me.

And enjoy myself I did. The only thing that would have been better was if I had a cock to suck at the same time. Much like when they had just fucked me, they quickly established a great rhythm as they DPed me. This was definitely not the first time they had a woman in this position. One cock would slide out as the other went in stimulating my nerve endings constantly. In out, in out, squeal. It was heavenly. My butt cheeks were still hot from the spanking and I felt them every time my ass impacted Thomas' thighs. My body knew I had been beaten, but it liked it. Every thrust drove the glory of my submission deeper into my subconscious. This was where I belonged. I was a play toy for their pleasure and nothing could please me more in that moment. The stress of worrying about the partnership was gone. It didn't matter any more. I just needed to be used and I would be happy.

I knew from past experience that James could last pretty much as long as he wanted. I did my best to flex my kegels and milk him, but I don't think I was very effective. They were banging me hard and fast. That plus a copious amount of my juices flowing from my pussy meant I probably wasn't giving him as good of a ride as I might normally give. Thomas on the other hand, based on his sounds, was thoroughly enjoying my ass. Also due to his age I figured he wouldn't last as long. And I was right. They both lasted long enough to pummel me through two more orgasms, but during the second, I felt Thomas' cock swell and I was soon rewarded with a massive load of cum. I felt volley after hot volley of man spunk shoot deep into my bowel. That triggered another mini-orgasm in me extending orgasm number two. It felt great to have my ass full of cum and I now decided I wanted James to do the same to my pussy. He grabbed my hips and held me tight against his lap, but he didn't shoot.

Instead of my receiving James' expected orgasm, I felt Thomas pulling out. But instead of then feeling his cum drip out of my ass, I felt the plug going back in. Actually I felt a bigger plug going back in and that effectively blocked any of his cum from dripping out. It made me feel like a nasty whore to be riding a cock and have my sperm holding ass plugged. I loved it.

James told me to ride him slowly. My thought on that was he wanted us both to build slowly to an orgasm. I didn't mind that. I was giving him a nice slow bump and grind, enjoying myself along the way but not stressing over cumming without permission, when I saw Liz appear at the top of the basement steps. She definitely appeared haggard but happy and I wondered what Gwen had done to her. I anticipated that I would see Gwen next, but in a night of surprises, this was the biggest one. Having Liz and James join the fun, in retrospect, wasn't a surprise. Being told Thomas' wife (I assumed Gwen was his wife although that wasn't confirmed yet) would use me for her pleasure wasn't a stretch. But seeing Mike walk out of the basement next was not something I anticipated. He didn't look happy. Not in the least. Certainly he didn't look like he had just partied with two beautiful women. Being a crafty bitch, I started riding James hard. Maybe Mike couldn't handle two women at once, but I wanted to show I had no such restrictions with men. He didn't seem surprised that I was fucking James like a wild woman.

I watched Mike whisper something to Thomas and then he left. I noticed he was walking like he was in pain. I already assumed Gwen was a Domme, but I had figured she was abusing Liz. Had she been abusing Mike? Did she spank him? Or whip him? Maybe he couldn't handle taking orders from a woman. But that would have to wait. Gwen was next appearing from downstairs. She was wearing a leather bustier with thigh high boots and looked like a goddess. She must have been hiding it under her robe when I saw her earlier. Her hair was flaming red. That also had been hidden from me when I first saw her. Now doubt she looked intimidating. She probably scared poor Mike. But as she got closer, I realize more acutely why he didn't have a good experience. Strapped around her waist was an impressive looking dildo. It was then I realize she probably had pegged Mike. I said nothing, but I'm sure my smile was noticed.

When she reached the couch, she told me to stop pleasuring myself. I might argue that I had been pleasuring James, but at the same time I was certainly receiving my own gratification so I did as she ordered and just sat on his lap with his cock buried to the hilt. The next thing she did was to rub my ass. "Nice, firm and red," she said. I took that as a complement. "Just the way I like them. Now get off that cock and get on your hands and knees." I took that to mean on the floor so I did what I was told and got down in front of her.

"Looks like somebody got their ass filled with cum," she said. "Liz, be a dear and clean poor Susan's ass out for her."

I knew Liz enjoyed ass play so I wasn't surprised that she pulled out my plug and began eating my ass with vigor. I was a little surprised that she spread my cheeks and really buried her tongue deep in my dirty hole. But she seemed to enjoy it and so did I. I kind of expected James to stand in front of me and feed me his cock so he could finally cum, but he seemed content to sit on the couch, along with Thomas, and just enjoy the show. When Gwen was satisfied that Liz had done her duty, he had Liz lay down on the floor in front of me and spread her legs. Her pussy was red as if she had been strapped. Her labia were also swollen with arousal.

"Here's how the game is played, new girl," Gwen instructed me. "You're going to eat Liz's pussy. I'm going to fuck your ass. Whoever cums first loses and gets a punishment they will not forget. Whoever wins gets to eat my pussy. Begin."

I had a couple seconds head start to lean in and bury my face between her thighs. As I had suspected, she was primed and very receptive to my tongue. Gwen, on the other hand, took up position behind me and moved her strap-on into position behind my asshole. I had been stretched plenty by the plug and her husband so she slipped inside me with ease. Then she began fucking me much harder than her husband had done. She also began spanking me. In fact, she set such a furious pace I was sure she was trying to make sure I lost so she could punish me. My only reaction was to double my efforts to make Liz cum first.

James and Thomas enjoyed the show as three beautiful women fucked and sucked in front of them. The knowledge that they could fuck any of us probably helped as well. I still didn't understand the dynamic between Thomas and Gwen. Clearly they both had dominant traits, but I wondered if that extended to Gwen being in charge when they were alone. I tried to force my brain to think about such things as well as what was going to happen at the office next week as a way to distract me from enjoying the pounding she was giving me. I had to distract myself as best I could to avoid cumming. The spanking helped a little in that it took her hand away from being able to reach beneath me and finger my clit or play with my nipples. I would have lost the challenge for sure if that happened. Still it was a struggle. I knew Liz was skilled at controlling her orgasm, but since I had three earlier, I was hoping she had been denied and was closer to losing control. I also started to think about what would happen in Gwen came first. Certainly the continual pressure from the base of the dildo must be giving her pleasure as she slammed into me. Somehow I doubted that Liz and I would get to punish her if she came first.

At some point James got up, stood next to Gwen and fed her his cock. I heard the slurping first and turned my head to see what was going on. She didn't stop thrashing my ass, but she did slow down just a bit. I saw this as an opportunity because my own need to cum would be lowered, if only slightly. I increased my effort on Liz. She obviously saw her master being sucked by another woman. I don't know if that was her trigger because she was jealous or if my oral skills finally put her over the edge, but she came with a shriek. Gwen stopped fucking me, although her cock was still in me. I looked back as I saw James being to pump his seed into her mouth. She didn't spill a drop. When he finished and pulled out, she turned back to me and notice I had watched. "Eye's front, slut," she yelled along with slapping my ass again. She fucked me for maybe a minute longer before burying her cock as deep as it would go and holding it there.

"You did well, Susan," she said as she unstrapped the dildo harness. She did not, however, remove it from my ass. "You're a natural submissive and James has begun your training well. I look forward to working with you in the future. But now I have to discipline your sub partner. She knows better than to lose this bet. Liz, get back downstairs."

Liz did not look happy as she got up and walked back toward the basement steps. Gwen then told me to stand up. It was uncomfortable to do with my ass so full, but I did. She was taller than me, especially in her boots, and very imposing. I definitely felt intimidated. She put her hands on the sides of my face and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Definitely something the guys enjoyed and so did I. I could taste Master James' cum on her tongue. That was a plus. But being held by the goddess and brought under her spell was pleasure enough for the moment. When the kiss was over, she walked back to the stairs without saying a word.

"Are you ready to leave or do you want to cum again?" Thomas asked.

I did want to cum, but I was a little nervous about what I might have to do to earn that reward. They could sense my apprehension.

"Don't worry slave," James said. "We're spent for now anyway. If you want to cum, lay on your back facing us. Finger your clit and fuck yourself with the dildo. Otherwise you can pull it out and go home."

That position would be humiliating, but I was beyond caring. Heck, they had DPed me. How bad could masturbating in front of them be? It turns out that position is pretty degrading as spreading like that for a two pairs of hungry eyes and fucking your own ass just isn't normal. But I loved it and I came a fourth and final time a few minutes later. They were nice and let me rest and compose myself before I pulled out the dildo and got dressed to go home. I didn't hear much from the basement but some muffled screams. I didn't know what Gwen was doing, but I knew it must be painful.

I prepared to leave unsure of where we went from here. Thomas said he would arrange for the final interview Tuesday morning. James said he would be in his office for his regular Monday tasks and told me to be there at 11am. Thomas seemed amused. I thanked them both for a wonderful night by giving them a passionate kiss. I now had to go home and be the perfect wife while fantasizing about what would happen Monday.