Decision Tree

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 13 By Tappy McWidestance

I showed up on time for the late afternoon meeting with Thomas and the other partners. I had spent the early afternoon bringing Mike up to speed on a couple of accounts and giving him two blowjobs. I wasn't sure if that was going to become a regular thing or if Thomas just wanted to give him a little bonus since he didn't get the job. It didn't really matter to me as it turned out he had a really nice cock and his jizz wasn't too nasty. But I had more pressing details as I was expecting an orgy before the end of the day.

As it turned out, the partners really did have business to discuss. My oral attentions and masturbation show had sidetracked us earlier, so Thomas wanted to be sure I understood what was expected from me and to set the proper expectations for how I would be compensated. This did not include any sexual expectations. As Thomas had promised, those were separate events and my partnership was not dependent on how I performed extracurricular. Hearing that just made me want to fuck them more.

What did surprise me was that I wasn't going to get my name officially on the firm's LLP. I know that happens when there are a lot of partners but we were still a small firm with only five. Thomas explained that he had a better plan. I listened intently.

"Behind the scenes, Susan, we've been losing a lot of business because some firms will only work with women or minority owned firms or they require a certain percentage of their business goes to such companies. We also have a high-end reputation and we are turning away some lower quality clients that still are very profitable. This is where you come in."

I was confused since they were not putting my name on the company. Plus as only one of five partners, they wouldn't qualify for women owned. But I let him talk assuming he understood both issues.

"It was after your Christmas Party excursion downstairs that I got to thinking. The building was remodeling the space and looking for a tenant. We need a woman owned business to expand. Let's kill two birds with one stone."

I still didn't understand and told him so.

"You are going to start a new firm. You will have a partner. She is a friend of Gwen. She's a pretty good lawyer by reputation and she is Asian so we can pitch both women owned and minority owned bids."

"I'm still not sure I understand," I said. "I thought you just promoted you to partner of this firm.

"You are, You are," Steve chimed in. "You and Akio will work for this firm and you will remain a partner. But you will sit downstairs in your own offices and appear as a minority female company."

"This seems pretty shady," I said.

"Well it is a little shady," Thomas admitted. "But this is the job we have for you. And the more you bill, the more money you make."

We had a lengthy discussion about how this new firm was going to function and I became more comfortable with the idea. Besides Akio, we would have a paralegal and a receptionist to start. Akio and I would be the client facing contacts and we would be able to use other firm resources for overflow if we needed it short term. If we grew the business and we needed to hire more people, we would hire them on our floor and they would be women.

The conversation continued for over an hour. By the end I had to admit their plan to expand the firm was pretty solid. It would help us get new clients and I even liked that they wanted to take on more women clients in divorce proceedings. Typically we have represented the man's side in such cases and I always felt a little bad that we were good at it and usually the husband got the favorable settlement. If Akio and I could represent women, we could get them better settlements. You probably think it sounds strange that I went along with this plan, but I really thought I could do some good. Then Thomas announced it was after 5:30, the office will be empty and time to play. I rapidly remembered the other part of my partnership duties.

"How may I serve you?" I asked.

"You can start by stripping again," Tony replied.

For the second time today I made a show of taking off my skirt and blouse. As Thomas had instructed, I left on the stockings and garters assuming they would tell me to remove them if needed. They then had me kneel in the middle of the room while they formed a semi-circle around me. I'd already sucked all of them off once today, but now I got a chance to do it again. As I was kneeling I heard Thomas call Liz on the phone and tell her they were ready for her to join us.

With four cocks in front of me, I had a challenge keeping them all interested. Fortunately Liz arrived quickly and was able to help. The basic idea was one of the guys would stand in front of me and I would suck him off. At the same time, two guys would flank him (he would be in the center) and I would work them with my hands. I could heard Liz slurping on the fourth guy somewhere behind me, although I never could see her. Every minute or so, the guys would rotate so they were either getting blown or stroked. It was a pretty wild scene. I never wondered if this would be the extent of the party or if they planned to fuck us. I didn't really care. By that I mean, it would be great if they fucked us (or at least fucked me) but if they only wanted oral, I was OK with that too. Or if they wanted to watch Liz and I get it on. I was fine with giving them a show.

As it turned out, definitely a positive for me I will add, they did have more intimate plans for me. Now I freely admit they had turned me into their sex toy over the past few months and had completely objectified me. That certainly wouldn't be a positive for most women, but for me I was at peace with it. However, even in my current role, their actions even surprised me. Thomas announced it was "Time to begin." The men all separated from me and I saw Thomas lead Liz over to the coffee table where she got on all fours with Thomas behind her ready to mount her. That left me with the three other partners. I certainly didn't complain. Then they did something surprising and something they had evidently planned before. They played rock, paper, scissors. Tony won the first round with paper beating Steve and Jeff's rock. He was pleased. Of the three, he had the biggest cock so I was pleased too as I assumed that meant he would have me first. He looked at me with a devious grin and said "Ass."

The other two began playing again, but kept tying. In fact they tied four times in a row and that seemed to upset Tony. Exasperated, he picked up his pants and pulled out a quarter. He then looked at Steve and said, "Call it," before flipping the coin high in the air. Steve called, "Tails," and I snickered to myself thinking that Tony had already claimed that. In the mean time, Thomas had penetrated Liz, while we waited for the coin to fall. It bounced silently on the office carpet but landed on heads. Jeff then walked past me and lay down on the floor. "Mount up slut," he told me. "It's time to ride."

It was at that moment, I realized they had left to chance who got which of my holes. I also realized they were not going to take turns with me. With joy I straddled Jeff. He had been tugging his cock to make sure he was ready and then aimed it at my pussy to guide me on. It would be redundant to tell you that I was more than wet enough to let him slide easily into me. It would also be redundant to tell you that he felt great filling me. But Jeff was just the start. I felt Tony push my shoulders indicating I should bend forward. When I did, I felt him lubing up my tight pucker. Fate had determined the biggest cock was going into my smallest hole. Once I figured that out, I also decided I would have preferred Tony to lose both rounds of competition, but I had not had an input to that. I heard him say "Relax," but that was easier said than done.

I love anal sex. That wasn't the issue. But having both of them at the same time, that had me concerned. I felt Tony get behind me and then felt his cock press against my backdoor. As he began to slowly push forward, it gritted my teeth and did my best to relax, but in reality, I probably was fighting his invasion a bit. But as that happened, Steve stood in front of me and grabbed the back of my head. I reflexively opened my mouth to complain, but before I could vocalize a sound, his cock was filling my mouth. That actually decreased the stress I was feeling and as he pushed into my mouth, my ass relaxed and Tony slid into my butt. Thus I found myself with all my holes filed. At the same time, Liz was vocalizing her pleasure with Thomas. My suitors struggled to find a good rhythm, as Tony and Jeff had to work out their thrusting patterns so they were not working against each other. Steve basically just held my head and started fucking my mouth.

I could tell Tony was getting frustrated as he couldn't pound my ass as forcefully as he wanted. I didn't get much of a read off Jeff. I think he was probably just happy to have my wet pussy wrapped around his cock. He had a good look at my tits bouncing above his face, but also had the downside of having my saliva dripping out of my mouth onto him as Steve fucked my face. I remember thinking he probably should have chosen to use my mouth instead of my cunt since he had won round two. But finally the guys got their act together and began fucking me properly. I would later learn this position was called a pincushion and I made a mental note to make sure I could experience it again. Soon.

Once the guys found their cadence I was quickly mewing onto Steve's cock and my orgasm rapidly began to build. The only thing that would have been better would be if someone could have been playing with my nipples. I thought about reaching up and doing it myself, but I needed my hands on the floor to steady myself as Tony had really found his tempo pounding his cock into my ass. This threatened to have me fall on Jeff or even hurt Steve's cock, so I needed to stabilize myself against his assault. I could live without the nipple play. I knew I would cum soon without it as long as the guys held out just a little longer.

I couldn't see Liz, but I heard her shriek and then I heard Thomas groan right behind her. I guessed they were done. I was half right. About 20 seconds after that, I saw out of the corner of my eye Liz. She tapped Steve on the shoulder and he pulled his cock, dripping with my saliva, out of my mouth. I was disappointed, but not for long. Liz took his place and pressed her well fucked and freshly creampied pussy against my lips. I didn't need any encouragement to begin cleaning her out.

The nastiness of licking my bosses cum from her cunt worked my libido into overtime. I wanted the cum of all the men. Liz began jacking off Steve as I cleaned her out and I was sure Jeff and Tony would pop soon. That thought set me off like a firecracker. I disengaged my mouth from her pussy and screamed. At the same time my pussy and ass clamped down on the cocks inside me. This was enough to trigger Tony and Jeff's orgasms and I was rewarded with a simultaneous hot splash of cum deep into my pussy and ass. They stopped thrusting and I basically just sat with their cocks buried in me as I felt them pulse and shoot their loads. That spectacle and Liz's handjob was too much for Steve who began launching volleys of cum that Liz conveniently aimed at my face. She is such a good friend.

I opened my mouth wide to catch as much as I could, but I wasn't that successful and ended up splattered on my face and tits. I felt bad that some must have dripped on Jeff, although I can't confirm that. But I didn't care. It was quite wonderful. I figured we were done, but the group had one more surprise to finish my initiation. No, I didn't have to masturbate for their viewing pleasure like before. But it certainly involved my pleasure. Once Tony pulled out of my ass and I was able to dismount Jeff, Thomas ordered me onto the table on my back. I was pretty wiped out, but I quickly obeyed. Then without words being spoken, Liz dropped down between my legs and began to clean me out as I had done with her. Cum was leaking out of both my holes so she had more to do, but it felt great. She also didn't hesitate to stick her tongue deep into my browneye to make sure I was fresh before they allowed me to dress and head home to my husband. I was unsteady on my four inch heels after being so thoroughly fucked and I was not walking straight as my ass was definitely tender after Tony's methodical destruction of it, but I was satisfied and I knew my new position was going to work out fine.

What I didn't expect was how I felt as I drove home. My clit kept tingling and my asshole kept clenching as if it was trying to milk a cock. In fact, my needs grew so strong, I had to stop three times to masturbate. Each time, thinking about living life as a full time submissive got me off. By the time I got home, I realized I couldn't go back to my old life. I knew my husband couldn't give me the life I needed, and while I had never considered leaving him, it was obvious that I would have to do exactly that to satisfy my cravings.

I dreaded having that conversation. I still loved him, but I knew he could never fill my emotional need to submit. Surprisingly when I said "We need to talk," he replied I know. Then he confessed to having cheated on me with a woman he met at the bar. You might think I could have used that as an excuse to throw him under the bus, kick him out and pretend I was innocent, but I didn't. I made a full confession to him as well. I had to do it. Yes I was hurt that he cheated on me. But I certainly understood how something like that could happen. We agreed to be amicable in the disillusion of the marriage. He offered to leave that night. I wanted him to stay. In the end though, I called Liz to see if I could crash at her place for a couple of nights while I sorted things out. She said to come over so I packed a bag with some personal items and clothes for work the next day.

On the drive over to Liz's place, my pussy began to moisten and my clit began to tingle again. Just the thought of being near her was exciting. I didn't know if she was just being friendly or if she would actually use me, but my body was preparing for the latter. Before I could get there, my phone buzzed with a text from Thomas. It instructed me to come to their house instead. Apparently Liz had called them. That was fine with me. I texted her to say I wasn't coming over and then turned toward Thomas and Gwen's house. If I had been unsure if Liz would use me, I was confident that Thomas, Gwen, his son Bruce or some combination of the three of them would soon be enjoying my body. I couldn't come up with any other reason why they would send for me. I would soon find out.

Walking up to their front door, I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. My life had changed so much, but here I was poised to take an even bigger step. There was a note taped to the door. It simply said "Strip." I then noticed a bag placed on the floor next to the door. It also had a note. It said "Put clothes here and then use the side entrance to the garage."

As I have said, their house is what I call semi-secluded, meaning there are neighbors, who if they happened to be looking, could see me take my clothes off, but given the location, that possibility was pretty remote. Unless of course Thomas tipped them off. It really didn't matter. I didn't think too much or delay in starting to undress. I felt strangely safe standing on their porch. Having to walk down the steps and around the house to the side of the garage was more nerve wracking. As soon as I moved into the driveway I had a sense that people were watching me. It was probably paranoia. But that didn't stop a feeling of anxiety from washing over me. Fortunately the side of the garage was much more private so my nervously was quickly replaced by excitement and arousal.

There was another note on the door. It was also simple and direct to the point. "Put on what you find on the table inside, then walk back outside to the pool house."

I wasn't surprised to find the table only contained a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. Of course there was a small chain between the ankle cuffs to slow me down. The wrist cuffs did not have any kind of connector. I assumed that would come later. The collar was thick leather and had three D-rings. It didn't take me long to put on the implements of my impending restraint. Because of the hobble chain it took a while to walk to the pool area. Thankfully I didn't have my heels on since that would have made the walk a challenge. I was kind of surprised the first note didn't instruct to keep those one. I was also surprised that nobody was waiting for me at the pool house. There was another note.

"Welcome Susan," it began. "Use the bathroom if you need to. Then you will notice a door to the left marked pool maintenance. Go through that door."

I had seen that door before and assumed it was just where the filter pump and heater was located. If fact it was, but there was another door on the other side of the utility closet that was opened a crack and I could see light coming through it. I opened it up and found a secret room. It was on the back of the pool house. I had never walked around the building to see how wide it was so I had never noticed there was about eight feet of additional building behind the bathroom. It won't surprise you to know this long, narrow room was obviously Thomas and Gwen's playroom. It probably won't surprise you to know either, that it was a dungeon.

The pool house was about 28 feet wide, so the room was a long, narrow shape. The door was toward the North end so upon entering, I could look down the length of the room and get a good idea of how they used it. The only thing to my left appeared to be a closet. It had two sliding doors. One side was empty. The other side held a variety of fetish outfits. Some were maids outfits along with catsuits, corsets, assorted lingerie and a variety of shoes and boots. I had a feeling I would be wearing each of the outfits as time went on.

Looking to the rest of the room, I immediately saw that the opposite end was dominated by a king size bed. It wasn't just any bed, however. The mattress looked like it was on a platform about a foot and a half high. As I walked over to it, I realized it was the perfect height for someone to stand on the floor and fuck someone on the bed. I knew this wasn't an accident. The frame of the bed wasn't really a frame, per say, but a series of 6x6 posts and 4x4 beams with a series of I-bolts in them for binding a submissive. It was a massive and strong looking structure that had absolutely no give as I pushed against it. Obviously it was build to hold someone tight. Across the top hung a swing that was clipped out of the way, but could be easily dropped, and a bar that looked like a trapeze. It didn't have any clip points so I guess it was designed just to be held for leverage when being fucked. There wasn't much room to move around the bed, but mounted neatly and organized on the wall was all manner of cuffs and impact implements. I guess Thomas and Gwen didn't want to have to search for their preferred torture method.

And speaking of torture methods, the middle of the room was equipped with several exciting and scary items. There was a leather bench that looked like a pommel horse. It had cuffs on the front and back at the bottom. Clearly it was meant to hold someone while they were bent over it. There was also an X-shaped rack, also with cuffs and a gravity boot frame for suspending someone inverted. My pussy was leaking as I explored the apparatus. Then I noticed the Sybian. It was on a small wheeled cart so it could be easily moved, although behind it was a shelf holding many accessories. I couldn't wait to try that since I had watch videos but never had the opportunity to use one. I sensed that I wouldn't get to ride it the way I wanted to and probably would be teased by Gwen until I was completely devastated. That was an appealing thought too.

After exploring the room and its contents, I noticed a piece of paper on the back of the door. It was more instructions. As before, they were simple, direct and to the point. They wanted me to unclip the hobble chain and affix my ankles to the corners of the bed frame. The note didn't mention which chains to use from the wall display but that was easy to find out. I was then to put on a neoprene mask to block my vision and then clip my wrists to the other bedposts. That proved more challenging. I ended up putting the mask over the top of my head before I clipped my left wrist to the chain I had attached to the frame. I had previously positioned the clip for my right wrist where I thought I could attach it one handed. I then pulled the mask down blocking my vision. There was a mouth hole in it. I was glad about that because it meant I could breath unrestricted, although I quickly discovered I could breath through my nose with no difficulty either. The task of clipping my right wrist was a challenge, but after a few aborted attempts, I managed to succeed. I was now bound naked and spread eagled in almost complete darkness. The mask did allow for a little light to permeate the honeycomb material, but I would not be able to see anything. Maybe a shape, but that would be it. The note had not alluded to how long I would be like this nor had Thomas or Gwen even hinted that they were even going to play with me tonight. I was at their complete mercy and I loved it.

Time stood still. The only sound I heard was my breathing and my heartbeat. I could have been there five minutes or five hours before I finally heard the faint sound of a door and heels on a tile floor. Then I heard the sound of the playroom door more distinctly.

"Look what we have here darling," I heard Gwen's voice exclaim. I assumed she was talking to Thomas. "I trussed up slut just begging to be used."

I smiled, but I didn't say anything. I figured it was best to be quiet for now. Gwen and her accomplice went quiet too. Unlike the tile floor in the front of the pool house, the playroom had carpet so I couldn't hear her heels as she moved around the room. They were very cautious as they moved and I quickly lost track of where they were. In fact, I tensed and shook as much as my bindings would allow when I suddenly felt a hand on my left thigh. It was definitely a woman's hand and she began to run her hand up over my inner thigh, but not quite high enough to touch my pussy. The hand then left, but only momentarily as it then touched the top of my right thigh and was slowly, tantalizingly, slid down my left thigh. My body quivered involuntarily. I then felt a rougher hand, definitely a man's, although I didn't know if it was Thomas yet, squeeze my left breast and then pinched my nipple. I moaned. They didn't say anything, but I pictured in my mind them smiling.

Their teasing didn't last long. I didn't expect they were there particularly for my pleasure but their own. That's not to say they didn't please me or that I didn't love serving them. Gwen went first. I felt the weight of someone climbing onto the mattress and could sense someone climbing over me. Based on the person's weight, I assumed it was her. It was definitely a woman as a very wet pussy covered the mouth hole of my hood. From her position, I could tell she was facing toward my head. As I began to devour her, I wondered if she was holding onto the bar that I saw above the bed. It would make sense that was its purpose. Not that it really mattered as I was more concerned with servicing her pussy properly. While she rode my face, I felt a finger begin to rub my clit. I could tell it wasn't her so it must have been Thomas. I didn't need help becoming aroused, but I certainly appreciated him touching my happy spot. He even gave me a slow finger fuck while his wife ground her cunt over my mouth.

I assumed he was just making sure I was wet before he fucked me, but it turn out I was wrong. When he pulled his fingers out of me, Gwen lifted herself off my mouth and I felt her climb between my legs. My mouth was not idle long, however, as I felt two hands grab my head and turn my mouth sideways. Not surprisingly, his cock immediately pushed past my lips. Gwen began to lick my snatch, which was flowing freely at this point. Thomas didn't stay long in my mouth. Either he was already at full erection or he just wanted to assert his dominance, but he popped free and I felt him climb off the bed. I expected Gwen to make way for her husband to fuck me, but instead I felt her moan into my pussy and felt her face press against me. He had obviously just penetrated her.

As I said, I was surprised they gave me pleasure. If Thomas just wanted to fuck his wife, she could have kneeled over me so I could hear and smell them, but not get any real enjoyment beyond the thrill of being theirs. Instead, she was working her tongue as best she could while he pounded her. I tried to picture the carnal scene before me. She was obviously on her hands and knees. That meant he was probably standing. That would explain the force of his thrusts and rhythmically force her face against my dripping pussy as well as the continual moans coming out of her mouth.

I sensed that she was going to cum soon based on the squeals emanating from her mouth. I was struggling not to climax. I had not been given permission yet and I didn't want to assume I was free to do so. I was hoping she would explode quickly before he had a chance to orgasm. I was being greedy as I wanted his cock in my pussy before he shot his load. But just as I was sure she was going to cum, they stopped and I felt her getting up. I was disappointed at first, but only for a moment. I felt her straddling my head again, this time facing forward. Her well fucked pussy was even tastier than before as I got to enjoy some of his precum flavoring as well. I then felt her bend down and 69 me for about 30 seconds. I was really enjoying her tongue for the second time when I felt her shift her weight (she leaned up) and Thomas penetrated me.

He gave me about ten quick hard thrusts. He would have taken my breath away if my mouth wasn't very occupied. Then he pulled out and I heard the sound of Gwen sucking his cock. She then spoke for only the second time during the encounter. "Tasty."

Almost immediately he was back inside of me. His thrusts were not as furious. A little gentler (boo) and much slower. He still felt wonderful and she still tasted great as she wiggled her butt against my head. I did my best to stay focused on my oral duties, but his methodical fucking was doing a job on my own building orgasm. I didn't know if I could hold back until they both came. I didn't want to break a cardinal rule on my first night. But it was damn difficult.

Thomas pulled out again to let Gwen suck my juice from his cock. I rather liked that he was sharing my flavor that way. Sharing is caring, don't you know. But again, that didn't last long. This time, though, he didn't go back to fucking me and unfortunately, Gwen dismounted from my face as well. I couldn't see the position they took, but I did feel weight on the side of the bed again and it was obvious they were fucking. Not only that, it was clear from the sounds that they had settled on a furious pace. Gwen was moaning, Thomas was groaning and I knew both were about to cum. I was kind of surprised I heard Thomas exclaim that he was coming before his wife did. I thought he had better control, but fucking two beautiful women must be tough ;-)

Gwen didn't seem concerned; at least she didn't verbalize disappointment in his orgasm. I guess when you have a willing sub at your disposal she knew she would be taken care of. Once again I felt her climbing over me, again facing me like the first time. This time her pussy tasted very different as Thomas had shot inside of her. She was much more active this time. She was rocking back and forth over my mouth not really giving me time to eat her properly. His cum was dripping out of her well-used pussy and I did my best to lap it up and clean her out. But it was a struggle due to her movements. She must have been hanging onto the bar with one hand because I could feel her other hand furiously rubbing her clit. Unfortunately Thomas didn't see fit to rub mine so I was reduced to being a source of friction for her dripping cunt as she worked herself into a frenzy in an effort to get herself off. I would have been happy to have her lie down and let me get her off properly, but since this is what she wanted, this is what she got.

I could tell she enjoyed herself and a couple of minutes later she screamed and pressed herself down hard on my face. I could feel her quiver. I liked that. I felt pride of being part of their intense session. But I was also struggling to breath. I wasn't in a position to do anything about it so I just tried to relax and hope she recovered her senses quickly. She did, although not quite as quickly as I would have liked, but still, that means her orgasm was more powerful and I was happy for that. I was also happy when she dismounted off of me. I didn't know if we were done for the evening, but I needed a little break. As it turned out, I even got to shower.

After Gwen dismounted, I felt my cuffs being released and the mask was removed from my head. I was correct that Gwen and Thomas were the two people present as I assumed. Thomas told me this was to be my room until further notice. The cost of my room and board was I would be their full time sex slave and Gwen's maid. I must have given him a confused look because he clarified that I would still work at the firm, but each night I would return here. That made me happier as I had no intention of giving up being a lawyer, but if I could live out my second life each night, that sounded good to me. He also told me I would be at Bruce's disposal, although with his time commitments, I shouldn't expect him to use me too often. I kind of had mixed feelings about that. He had a great cock, but I felt weird because he was so much younger than me. I was unquestionably happy to get is cock as often as I could, but I wasn't crazy about being his slave. But I nodded by consent anyway.

Gwen told me to go shower and then return to the playroom. She also made sure to remind me not to masturbate in the shower. Thomas then chimed in that she should shower with me to make sure I wasn't naughty. I had a fleeting vision of a lesbian shower romp like I had seen in too many movies, but reality doesn't work like that. She did take the opportunity to feel me up under the guise of washing me, but I think it was more focused on keeping me aroused as she certainly did not get me off. Afterwards we toweled off and she led me back into the playroom. Thomas was gone and Gwen lay down some of my ground rules.

She arose at 6am every day. I was to dress in one of the maids costumes and wake her by licking her pussy. If I did good, I may be allowed to masturbate. By 6:10 she would take her shower while I made breakfast for the family. Thomas and Bruce may have need of my services beyond breakfast, but they would order that as needed. I would be allowed to eat breakfast with them, but must serve and clear the dishes afterward. I would then be allowed to shower and dress for work. When I returned after work, I was to strip in the garage. Instructions would then be given whether I was to put on the maid's uniform or whether something else was required. I would be responsible for cleaning the house and doing the laundry. Those tasks may happen in the evening or I may have to do them on the weekend if my sexual services are needed during the week. When they have friends over, if the friends are hip to the lifestyle, I will be required to serve them with as much glee as service my Masters and Mistress. I will always be told in advance which types of friends are visiting. There would be other rules, but she will go over them as situations come up. Gwen then asked if I understood the rules as she had explained them and I agreed. She smiled and told me to bend over the pommel horse looking furniture.

As I did she told me this was a spanking bench. She asked if I would be a good girl or did I need to be bound. I told her I would take my punishment joyfully and not require cuffs, although I would be happy to use them if that was her preference. She said she "just wanted to warm your backside," so the cuffs wouldn't be necessary. I took that to mean we were almost done for the night, but that she wanted to show me she was in charge. I was good with that.

Her spanking was firm, but not excessive. She took her time to warm both of my cheeks and complemented me on our beautiful my ass looked with a rosy glow. I really appreciated her saying that. Her appreciation of me meant a lot. She spanked me for about ten minutes, all by hand. With each swat, she would give my butt a squeeze or rub. I longed for her to put her fingers between my legs because I knew what she would find. I desperately wanted her to finger my pussy and rub my clit. I needed to cum. But I had not been given permission to speak so I didn't say a word. I also dared not orgasm without permission so I fought my cravings. When she stopped spanking me, I figured maybe, since I had been good, she would pleasure me. But I would have to wait for that.

Instead I sensed her moving away from me, but she quickly returned. Then I felt the cool gel feeling of lube being applied to my anus. I wondered if she was planning on fingering me or maybe was going to fuck me with a strap-on, but I got neither. Instead I got a medium sized plug. She wasn't particularly gentle pushing it into me. She did give me a few seconds to try and relax and fortunately my other anal experiences allowed me to take the plug without too much discomfort. Actually once I snapped around the base, as always, I loved having my ass filled. Gwen gave me a final slap on my right butt cheek. Once she was done she had me stand up. That put much more pressure on the plug and I gasped. She smiled. She then led me back to the bed.

Before she had me lay down, she retrieved a pillow that had been on the floor to the left of the bed. It was wedge shaped like the kind of pillow you might put behind your back if you wanted to sit up in bed. It was very firm. She laid it on the bed and then told me to lay over it, face down. From its position I assumed its purpose was to keep my ass up so I lay down with it under my belly and rested my hipbones on it. Gwen then retrieved some longer straps and tied me spread eagle to the bed for a second time. My ass and pussy were exposed and there was nothing I could do to protect myself. She wasn't done, however. Instead of a mask, she covered my eyes with a leather blindfold. This was more comfortable, but just as affective at blocking my sight. It also left my mouth free. I figured that was so I could suck off Thomas again, but that idea was quickly dashed, as I felt a bit gag forced into my mouth. Well, not forced. Gwen told me to open my mouth and I did. She then firmly buckled the leather straps around the back of my neck. I could now make no sounds or see what was going to happen or who may do it.

"I'll be back in a while," Gwen said with a final slap of my reddened ass. I heard the door open and shut and I was left to ponder my position and situation. Again I lost track of time, but when the door finally opened again the first thing I heard was a male voice I didn't recognize.

"Holy shit," I heard a younger man (my assumption) exclaim. I then heard Bruce's voice.

"I told you. She's my parent's new sex slave. She'll do anything we want."

I tried to wiggle in my bonds to show that I approved of what he said. A muffled "Please fuck me" also tried to escape the gag, but I'm sure it was not recognizable. I say that because Bruce's friend did not seem convinced that I was doing this willingly. In fact, he and Bruce had a heated discussion about it. Apparently he had thought Bruce was bragging about his parents owning submissives and thought any contact with me would be rape. I wished I wasn't gagged so I could reassure him that I loved being submissive and that this was entirely consensual. Bruce could have ended the argument easily enough by letting me speak, but where was the fun in that. Instead he put his fingers between my legs. I moaned, but again, with the gag in place, I don't think his friend understood.

"Look at how wet she is?" Bruce informed his friend. "Do you think her cunt would be leaking like that if we were raping her?"

His friend remained unconvinced. Bruce began to finger fuck me bringing my moans to a higher fever pitch. He then asked his friend if I would be moaning like that if I didn't love it. He seemed to be rethinking what was happening. Finally Bruce stopped and pulled his fingers out. I imagined him holding them up for his friend to see my slut juice. He then rubbed them on my ass. I felt my warm nectar. I would have smiled if I could. I then felt him releasing the gag. I didn't speak right away, although I did flex my jaw several times.

"Susan," I heard Bruce say. "My friend her as never fucked a woman in the ass. I told him I could arrange it but he didn't believe me. Do you want him to fuck your ass?"

"Oh God yes, Bruce," I explained. "Your mom and dad have been teasing me. I need to get fucked and I need to cum."

"See I told you," Bruce said to his friend. He still had no mentioned his friend's name and truthfully, I didn't care. "I'll head out back to the pool. Enjoy yourself. Susan, mom said you have permission to orgasm. Have fun." With that he slapped my ass and soon after I heard the door again.

I felt a tentative hand on my butt. "Are you sure about this, mam?" I heard a nervous voice ask.

"Touch my pussy please," I responded. "Rub my clit and make me cum and you can do whatever you want."

I felt his fingers move between my legs and graze against my clit. A shudder went through my body. I'm sure he noticed because he took his fingers away. "It seems like I can do whatever I want anyways, bitch," he said. I shuddered again because he was right. I then felt him tugging on the plug. "I hope they have not loosened up your ass too much. I always wanted to fuck a nice tight butt."

"Don't worry, sir," I said. "It is very tight and will give you a great fuck. Just please use a lot of lube."

I didn't know how big his dick was so I figured requesting lube was a good thing. If I was thinking more clearly (the entire night had my cognitive abilities impaired) I probably would have guessed he didn't have a big dick since he was obviously nervous. He probably was narrower than the plug and I wouldn't need more lube, but I figured the lube would let him last longer and I really needed a good fucking.

"Your ass is very red," he said.

"Yes, Mistress Gwen gave me a spanking before you arrived." I made sure to add her proper title to reassure him that he was good to do whatever he wanted. I also wanted to remind him that he wasn't really the one in charge and that this was more a gift that Bruce was giving him.

"I think I will just use your pussy juice instead of lube," he informed me. I then heard his zipper. I wondered if he was hard just from looking at me or if I was going to have to struggle to suck him off in this position. I didn't offer that as an option, although if he came up with it on his own I certainly would not have minded. Apparently it wasn't necessary, though, as I felt his cockhead at the entrance to my vagina and he quickly slipped inside. As I suspected, he was of less stature than Bruce. That probably was why Bruce left so he wouldn't get stressed. I had never considered myself a size queen until my transformation began, but I knew he wasn't going to hit all my happy spots, at least in my pussy. I was rather looking forward to having him in my ass as his build was better suited to my tighter hole. If I could get him to spank me or finger my clit, I knew I could cum. He didn't fuck my pussy long. I assumed he really was excited to take my brown eye.

He popped out the plug and put his cock at the entrance to my asshole. He seemed to pause and I wondered if he was having second thoughts. I decided to help inspire him.

"Most women get off really hard on anal sex. We have more nerve ends than in our pussy. Go ahead and ram me. You can spank me if you want. Or reach under and rub my clit. I'll milk you dry."

He was still tentative as he began to push his cock into me. In fact, he was a little too tentative to push past my o-ring.

"Just push," I implored him. "I'll open up. I promise."

Finally he gave a firm thrust and open up did my ass. I moaned loudly. I also involuntarily clamped down firmly on his cock. I think he liked that. "Now fuck me," I shouted. "Don't worry about me. Do it!"

Finally he seemed confident and began rhythmically thrusting into me. He was just big enough to hit enough nerve endings to bring me some of the pleasure I craved, but he wasn't quite what I needed to build a good orgasm. I beseeched him to spank me or rub my clit. I even told him if he wanted to find a vibrator to slide up my pussy I wouldn't mind. But he was focusing on his own pleasure and his first chance to fuck a woman up the butt. I can't say that I blamed him. I did my best to think about being bent over my office desk instead of being in my boss' dungeon. I tried to think of things that might get me off, but it didn't and all too soon my anonymous cock was shooting his load into my bowels. I was disappointed, but I reminded myself that a sex slave doesn't always get the pleasure she craves and he did fuck me better than I expected. I begged him to rub my clit before he left, but instead like Bruce, he just slapped my ass and then I heard his zipper raising.

"Please sir," I begged again throwing in a little fake crying. "They have been teasing me for hours and I am desperate to cum."

He didn't need to know that I had been teased much worse and I was pretty confident Gwen would have mercy on me when she returned. But I am nothing if not a greedy little slut and an orgasm is an orgasm so I hoped to play to his self-doubting side. Unfortunately it didn't work and I heard him leaving the room. I could feel his cum dripping from my ass. I felt like a dirty, used whore. I also loved it.

Very quickly I heard the door open again and then heard Bruce's voice. "Did he satisfy you, slut?"

I had to admit he didn't. I felt his hand on my ass. I wondered if he was going to take a turn. I knew his cock would bring me off and I told him as much.

"No, I don't like having sloppy seconds," he told me. That was a disappointment.

"I can shower quickly, sir," I said hoping to change his mind. "Plus he only fucked my pussy for a few minutes so it's still ready for you."

"I'll pass," he said. "I need to be up early."

I was desperate to get him to change his mind. I knew he liked how I sucked him the last time so I made a play for that assuming if I got him hard he would want to fuck.

"Can I at least suck your cock?" I asked him. He agreed that would be good. But then I heard the click of Gwen's heels on the pool house tile floor and moments later I heard her voice.

"Did you cum slave?" she asked.

"No mistress," I replied. "I wanted to, but Bruce's friend didn't last long enough."

I didn't want to say he wasn't big enough to get me off.

"Well, you've been a good girl tonight," Gwen said as she began to run her fingers over my pussy. I wondered if she would touch my ass, but apparently she didn't want sloppy seconds either. "Bruce, did slut get you off?"

"No, mom. I let him go first. Susan begged me to fuck her, but she's too messy. She also offered to suck me. That's when you came in."

"Well let's see if we can accommodate everyone," Gwen said to my delight. I felt her fingers retreat and then felt the binding being removed. My blindfold remained and I didn't make any move to remove it.

"Bruce, pull out the Sybian," she told her step-son. OMG, I'd been dreaming of riding it. Now maybe it was going to happen. I was still spread eagle on the bed, although I was not bound. I had not been given permission to move. I felt the plug going back into my ass. This seemed strange to me, but of course I didn't complain.

"Hold that position and you will be rewarded," Gwen told me. That was the kind of command I liked receiving although I was rather upset to have to wait. I felt Gwen get off the bed and then heard the Sybian turn on. Quickly its distinctive sound was muffled and almost as fast I heard Gwen moan. About 15 seconds later I heard her tell Bruce to "give mom that beautiful cock."

I knew she was really just his step-mom and that it wasn't really incest, but I still was shocked at how nasty it sounded. Her moans became muffled as his cock filled her mouth. I could only lay there, still spread and open for use and listen to her glorious ride on the ultimate vibrator while the cock I had assumed would bring me the pleasure I craved was taken care of my another woman. I knew, or at least assumed, Gwen wouldn't last long on the amazing toy. I also figured Bruce wouldn't last in such a kinky situation, but both held on for a reasonably long time. I suppose this wasn't the first time either of them played this game. Finally Gwen must have popped his cock out of her mouth because she yelled that she was cumming. In my mind, I pictured Bruce jacking off on her face. But he said nothing. I heard the Sybian slow down and go silent. "Bruce get the g-spot attachment," Gwen said. "Susan, get over here."

"Oh my God," I thought. "My first ride was going to be with the g-spot attachment." I was tentative in my movements since I had not memorized the room before I had been blindfolded. Gwen made it easier by telling me to crawl to her. Her musk was strong and served as my guide.

"Bruce, you know what to do," she said. Then I heard the Sybian turn on again. "Right over here my play toy," she instructed me. I don't recall every feeling so dirty as I did crawling across that floor following her voice and the scent of her cunt. Then I felt a feminine hand on my head. "On your knees," was the command and I quickly sat upright. My head was pulled forward and a very wet, happy pussy was forced against my mouth.

"This is your world now," Gwen told me with no hesitation that. "I will give you the cock and cum your crave, but you satisfy my pussy first." She was rubbing my face up and down against her slit covering me with her juices. "I'm going for another ride and you are going to suck my nipples. When I tell you, you will kneel back with your face toward my pussy and lick my clit. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

I heard the Sybian turn off, but it was short lived. I had tried to picture what a g-spot attachment would look like and another moan from Mistress Gwen convinced me she had just slid it inside. The muffled sound of the giant vibe confirmed my suspicion and her hand on the back of my head pulling me to her breasts told me it was time to pleasure her.

I was surprised Bruce didn't pull my head off her tits to finish his blowjob. Near as I could tell he had not cum. But that wasn't important right then. I had to gratify my mistress. If he needed me later then so be it. Right then, my world was two nipples and the moans of a very happy mistress. Again she lasted a bit longer than I expected. Then again, she had cum just a few minutes before. I probably would have exploded the moment it was turned on. By the time she told me to lick her clit, my ears were sore from the sound of her shrieks. I kissed my way down her belly figuring this was the proper way to find my target. I had to slid back on the floor a bit to bend down in that angle. I made sure to keep my ass in the air. She had not told me to do that, but I was guessing it was appropriate. Bruce would like the view if nothing else and maybe he would fuck me.

I took a long lick of Mistress' pussy. The incessant buzz of the Sybian was rough on my tongue, but I really couldn't work her clit properly without opening myself up to the base of the toy. Fortunately she was primed and like a Tootsie Pop. Three licks was all it took to get to her center. When I felt the first splash of her squirt on my face I realized I'd been had. Having me lick her was irrelevant to her goal of spraying on my. Making me think I was pleasuring her was just a ruse to make sure I was up close and personal with her splash zone. Whether cumming on me got her off harder I don't know, but even without seeing it, I could tell she had gotten off better than anyone I'd ever seen. Shot after shot of her spray rocketed from her pussy slamming into my face. I was coated in her juice and I loved it. I opened my mouth and caught what I could. If Bruce had touched my clit I would have exploded. But that was not to me. I was left to be her cum receptacle. She continued to ride the Sybian and continued to cum. She stopped squirting after about ten seconds, but she told me to hold my position. He continued to moan and her next orgasm and my next shower built over the next several minutes. She rode the toy to a third squirting orgasm before finally turning it off and telling me to sit up again.

Again I felt her pussy against my mouth and again she rubbed it on my face claiming her ownership. She then had me lick her clean, a task I joyfully completed. Finally she removed the blindfold. I looked around the room but Bruce was gone. She had me stand up and she grabbed her phone, taking my picture, before finally telling me to look at myself in a mirror on the wall. I almost didn't recognize myself. Her squirt had matted my hair. I looked tired and used. My ass was still pulsing and I needed to get fucked more than I ever had in my life. I silently prayed she would take mercy on me and get me off. Instead she led me back to the bed. Resting on it was a Hitachi wand. She couldn't possibly need to cum again after her four Sybian orgasms so it must have been for me. I tried not to show my joy, but I was beaming with delight. She told me to lay face down again. When my face hit the pillow it was wet. I took a big sniff and I realized Bruce had indeed cum. I lifted my head reflexively, but as I turned to look at Gwen, a stern stare from her eyes told me to put my head back down. She positioned the Hitachi between my legs and tied me once again spread-eagled. She took care to position the bulbous head touching my pussy lips but not so I was grinding my clit against it. She then turned it on. Slowly. Then it sped up. Then it slowed down. Apparently it was plugged into some kind of control box. Its position was going to be maddening. At full speed its vibration on my labia might get me off, but on low speed it would just tease me.

"I'll be back in an hour or two," Gwen announced. "Have fun."

What a bitch. She knew exactly how much I needed to cum and how this position would not allow that. The Hitachi cycled back up to full speed and I felt a weak orgasm begin to build, then it turned off. "Oh fuck," I thought to myself. I had not considered it might turn off completely. Apparently this power controller not only controlled the speed but also whether it was on or off at all. That meant any chance to a orgasm building to completion was probably gone, but that wouldn't stop me from getting close. "Fuck," I said out loud. Just then it turned on low. It was going to be a long night.

Gwen's effective bondage and teasing control box attached to the Hitachi was very effective at keeping me cycling between simmer and boil, but not letting me explode. I have no idea how long she left me alone in the dungeon, but it was exquisite torture being under her remote control. Even better was the mental simulation she had imparted on me. Earlier in the evening, the continual stimulation of my body by her and Thomas and later by Bruce and his friend had me celebrating my decision to become their full time submissive. But now, with her binding me and leaving me to build my desire with no end time in sight, I was starting to experience a psychological and emotional connection to her. My submission was becoming more than just a series of outrageous orgasms. My generic need to submit was transitioning to a desire to serve Gwen specifically. My body craved a release like it never had before, but beyond the physical ache my body felt, I knew my ultimate release would come because I pleased my Mistress and my orgasm was my reward. I began to view my exquisite erotic torture as a method of proving myself to Gwen. Each time the Hitachi cycled up fast enough to bring me close to orgasm, my mind began to rejoice in the agony of not cumming as demonstrating my complete submission to her. She owned my body, mind, soul and pussy.

I don't know how long I lay in a pool of my own arousal. My mind was shattered with lust. I do know that much. But eventually Gwen did return. I hoped she would turn the Hitachi on high and press it hard against my clit. But, of course, that would be too easy. Fortunately her solution to my need to orgasm was almost as easy for me to complete. First, she untied me. I was tempted to grab the Hitachi, but I knew I would be in trouble for that. Second she had me sit upright on the bed. I wondered if she would have me eat her pussy or was going to fuck me again with her strap-on. But instead, she held up her phone.

My task, with an orgasm as its reward, was to make a video confessional professing my love for my Mistress. Once she got her phone ready and framed her shot of me sitting on the bed with my legs spread, she allowed me to touch my pussy. Slowly, mind you. She did warn me not to cum until she gave me permission. I had thought the Hitachi was agony, but this was worse. When I was bound, I could do nothing to bring myself off. I just had to withstand the suffering Gwen had caused me. Now, my ultimate release was literally in my hands, so it was a great struggle to obey and not release my body from its need. It took all my mental strength not to rub my clit hard and get it over with. I knew that course of action would lead to a punishment, but I had to decide if that was worse than the misery of not cumming.

I'm sure my distress came across in the video. My voice must have also dripped with desire for my Mistress and her touch. She basically interviewed me about why I was submissive and how I needed to be treated to be happy. I surprised myself that I could talk easily and openly about such a personal topic. But because Gwen ordered me to confess, I easily did. The more open I became, the more she wanted me to rub my clit. She then told me to confess what I was feeling and what I wanted. Satisfied she told me to tell the viewers what I wanted going forward.

My mind was spinning and her allowing me to rub myself harder wasn't helping. I was approaching the point where I couldn't respond to her commands anymore because my body was on lust overload. My eyes were open but I couldn't focus. My head was beginning to bob and I felt light headed. Finally I thought I heard Mistress Gwen say "you can cum now" but maybe I just wanted to hear that. Either way, instantly, my body exploded with an orgasm hours in the making. I know I screamed and I know I saw stars, but beyond that, I have no clue what was recorded on the phone. I woke up in a dark room not knowing exactly where I was and wondering why I was naked. The sheet where I lay was cold and damp. Slowly my memories of what happened started coming back to me and I realized the wet sheets were the result of my own sweat and orgasm. Fortunately the bed was big enough that I could slide to a dry spot under the covers and I quickly fell asleep. I slept hard and didn't wake up until Gwen opened the door and turned on the lights. My new life was ready to begin.