Decision Tree

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 17 By Tappy McWidestance

After Jimmy left Gwen told me to shower because I "smelled like a whorehouse at low tide" and to douche and give myself an enema. She always had a way with words. She also told me to do my makeup "up right" and to put my hair in a ponytail. Finally she would leave a bikini for me on my bed and that I was to wear four-inch heels with it. I took a little longer in the shower than necessary to just enjoy the cascading warmth of the water. I wasn't particularly sore from my gangbang, but having a few minutes to myself was a pleasant refresher. I then saw to the tasks of cleaning myself inside and out. I hoped that task meant Mistress was planning on inspecting me or that Master had plans for my ass at or after the party.

I did my makeup as ordered and tied back my hair. Gone was any hint of the wanton slut I had been less than an hour earlier. The bikini Gwen had chosen from me wasn't the most revealing I had ever seen, but if I weren't already shaving my pussy regularly, I would have had to before donning this suit. It was a French cut bikini and the top looked like the French flag. It showed a generous cleavage and was cut to just barely cover my pussy. I had to admit, I looked hot. As I made the walk back to the house, I had great anticipation about the party.

Thomas and Gwen were waiting in the kitchen. Both were still clothed. Gwen was fussing over the hors d'oeuvers. Thomas walked over to me and put his right arm around my waist pulling me into a firm embrace and then gave me a passionate kiss. "I saw a few minutes of your new video," he told me. "I look forward to watching it on the big screen after the party."

"I had a great time," I told him. "I'd like to watch the video with you and Mistress later," I said while reaching forward to grab his dick. It was soft, but he got the idea.

"So eight is enough then?" he asked. I giggled. "I hope so," I said.

Gwen asked me to keep an eye on the oven while she and Thomas changed. She said if the doorbell rang, I should answer it. They left me alone but nobody arrived and the hors d'oeuves were not done before Thomas returned. He was wearing a standard boxer style swim suit and have a terrycloth zipper jacket, although it wasn't zipped and his hairy chest was on display. When he came close to me I rubbed my hand on his chest. "Ah, a real man," I told him. He liked that.

Gwen returned sporting a bikini similar to mine, except it was an America flag design. She also filled out the top better than I did. I asked her why I was wearing France while she got to be America. She told me that was because I was always conquered and she was a world power. She managed to say it with a straight face but as we all looked at each other, we all starting laughing. Then she gave me the real reason that the suits were BOGOs and she wanted to wear the US flag one. It was at this time the doorbell rang. Gwen went to answer it.

The neighbors started arriving for the party. Thomas and Gwen introduced me as a friend who was staying with them for a while. I tried to remember names, but there were too many of them for me to keep up. There were ten houses on their block and it seemed like everyone came over. It turned out a few people from surrounding blocks had been added to the roving party over the years and some people had brought friends so by the time the party was in full swing there was about 40 people there. It was roughly split 50/50 between guys and girls. The guys thankfully all chose boxer style swimsuits. I did not like Speedos on a man. There were a few portly guys who also wore swim shirts, but most were in pretty good shape and skipped wearing a top. I appreciated having multiple views of manly men to ogle.

The women wore a mix of one-piece and two-piece suits. Some went the sexy route like Gwen and I, although most were more conservative. Some of their neighbors were very attractive and I hoped Gwen had been lying to me when she said this wasn't just a big swingers group. Bruce showed up about an hour into the party. He had gone to the gym after his friends left. He gave me a strong hug when he saw me, and his hand lingered on my ass longer than appropriate for a greeting. He also patted it before he backed away. I hoped nobody noticed and went back to circulating among the neighbors. Some people were in the pool by now, either by choice or having been pushed. But for the most part, people were eating, drinking and socializing.

The husband of one couple, Ted and Carol who were the next-door neighbors on the north side of the street, kept leering at me. He made me uncomfortable as he had a possessive look in his stare and there were only two people at this party who had earned that honor. Well three if you count Bruce. His wife Carol seemed very soft spoken. She was attractive but she seemed a bit mousy, I suppose. She was wearing a one-piece suit and seemed shy and reserved.

I discretely asked Gwen about them. She told me they were nice enough, but that Ted tended to get a bit handsy when he drank. She said he was pretty harmless though and that if you stood up to him at all he would back down. She also confirmed my suspicion about Carol as being pretty reserved. "I've never seen her get too out of hand at these parties," she told me. She also told me they never really hung out with them socially, but were friendly enough when they crossed paths in the driveway or talked between the yards.

There was another couple, Bob and Alice, who lived on the other side of Ted and Carol. Alice was one of the other women wearing a revealing bikini and definitely had the hardbody look of someone who spent a lot of time at the gym. Her husband also obviously worked out. They were much more outgoing and I enjoyed talking to them. The only other person I talked to a lot was a woman named Tiffany. Bruce had pointed her out to me saying he didn't have confirmation, but he thought she was a lesbian. I asked him if that was because he hit on her and she turned him down. He said that was true, but his primary reason for thinking that was because she lived alone and people only saw women visiting her house. They would stay for an hour or two and then leave. Stalker alert, I didn't want to know why Bruce had such details.

Tiffany was very bubbly with strawberry blonde hair. She wore it in a ponytail tonight and sported a bikini, although it wasn't particularly revealing, along with a mesh beach wrap that zipped in the front like a windbreaker but offered no actual protection. Her breasts were probably a B cup and she had the tight ass of a runner. She looked like she had good upper body strength, but didn't have the definition of someone who lifted a lot of weights. As we got friendlier I mentioned that I was a lawyer and she said she was a masseuse and that she also taught yoga. I wondered why Gwen had not had her do our massages and yoga class earlier. Maybe they had some bad neighborhood blood or maybe she didn't do house calls.

I told her we had massages earlier today. She was familiar with Pedro. Tiffany told me her massages focused more on relaxation instead of his firm, deep tissue method. Tiffany said she used aroma therapy, soft lighting and new age music plus very targeted massage of energy points. I guess that was why Gwen had not used her. She also knew of Stacey. She said they teach at the same community center. Tiffany said she rarely does one-on-one classes, although most of her massage work is done at home. All of a sudden her hour long visitors made sense. We talked for quite a while until Ted staggered over. He was obviously drunk and stood between us as if we wanted to include him in our conversation. That was annoying enough, but then he grabbed both of our asses and in slurred speech said, "How about a three-way?"

Tiffany seemed shocked and gave him a look with daggers shooting out of her eyes. She also reached behind her and grabbed his hand to remove it. I wasn't going to let him off that easy. I left his hand stay on my ass and smiled at him. "I'll blow you if you go ask your wife right now to lick my pussy." Ted looked stunned and at first did not reply. With Gwen's help, I had him pegged as a big talker and I didn't think he would actually do it. But I could see the hamster wheel turning in his little brain and moments later he let go of my ass and started stumbling toward his wife.

"This should be good if he actually asks," Tiffany commented. "She won't put up with his crap in public."

Tiffany and I watched as Ted leaned over his wife, who was sitting on a chaise lounge chair, and whispered in her ear. He then pointed toward me. She looked at me with much the same look that Tiffany had given Ted. Then she started to stand. I was nervous that she would confront me and make a scene, but instead she turned back toward Ted and slapped his cheek. And when I say slapped, I mean hard. The sound echoed through the pool area. The reaction was like in a TV commercial. Everyone turned to look at them. I kind of expected her to yell at him, but instead, she just turned and walked toward the house. I should have just let her go, but I felt responsible since my joke caused the problem. I should have just let him grab my ass and dismissed him like Tiffany. I headed toward the house trying to catch up to her. I was afraid she would just leave and I felt weird about pursuing her to her house uninvited. Thankfully I found her in the kitchen pouring herself another glass of wine. She was crying. I wasn't sure what to say, so I went with a neutral, "Are you alright?"

At first she looked at me like I was the last person she wanted to talk to right then. She took a big swig of her wine and took a deep breath and I could tell she was softening a bit.

"No, I am not, but it's not your fault. I'm married to a jerk," she said. For some reason, a wave of empathy washed over me.

"I don't really know you, but I'm a good listener if you want to talk," I told her. She still acted guarded not saying anything. She was just looking at me. I admit in my bikini I probably looked like someone who would just blow her husband for kicks. She took a few more sips of her wine. "Actually, I would like to talk to somebody," she said. "But not here. Besides, this wine is not good. I know this sounds weird, but can we go to my house?"

That did seem weird to me. But the hostility and anger in her eyes had faded and I saw a genuine longing in her eyes as if she had not had a good friend to talk to in a long time, so I agreed. She poured out her glass of wine into the sink and we headed for the door. Just before I left, I told her to hang on because I wanted to tell Gwen where I was going. She looked disappointed as if there was some unspoken issue between them. I didn't dwell on it. I quickly tracked down Gwen. She told me that technically my hall pass day ended at midnight, but not to worry about it. I wasn't sure what she was talking about since I had no intention of getting intimate with Carol (maybe part of me wanted to get her out of her mousy shell), but I didn't think questioning my Mistress was a good idea so I let it drop. She said I was free until 6am when I was to be in my maid's uniform and back in character. I thanked her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

I felt strange walking next door to Carol's house. I really wasn't kidding when I made the offer to Ted. I didn't mind sucking his cock, but I wanted to get something in return. Now I was following his wife because she thought she could unload her troubles on me. Had I thought through this plan better I probably wouldn't have accepted, but at this point, I didn't see any way out of it. Once inside their house, I felt very out of place in my bikini, although I didn't say anything. Carol told me to wait in the living room while she got the wine. She disappeared down what I assumed was the basement steps and returned a couple minutes later with a bottle and two glasses. "We have a wine cellar downstairs," she told me. "I think you will like this better than what Gwen was serving."

I don't consider myself a wine connoisseur and I didn't think her wine was particularly better or worse than Gwen's, but in the interests of being nice, I agreed that it was better. Carol sat next to me on the couch and we talked and drank wine. The more she drank, the more she opened up about her troubles with Ted. I mostly just nodded and agreed with her. I added whatever advice I could, but mostly, the conversation was one-sided with her venting. It was obvious she needed to unload her troubles.

Once the bottle was done, I figured she needed to pass out and I wanted to get back to the party and talk to Tiffany more. I suggested that she probably should rest and that things would look better in the morning. She just nodded, but didn't say anything. I stood up and extended my hand to hers to help her stand up. I could tell she was a bit wobbly. For some reason she didn't drop my hand once she was standing and began leading me toward the door. She was giggling.

As she reached the door she put out her left hand to reach for the knob, but she paused before opening the door. I paused too wondering what she was thinking. I was caught off guard when she pulled me into a firm hug. I suppose that wasn't too unusual given our intimate conversation of the last 20 minutes. What was unusual is she transitioned the hug into pushing me against the wall near the door and then grabbing both my wrists and pinning them to the wall above my head. Before I could react, her body was pressing hard up against mine with her lips crushing mine in a fiery and passionate kiss. My body immediately reacted as you might expect. I wasn't thinking, "What should I do?" my body instinctively kissed her back and my pussy and nipples reacted as you probably expected. She was pressing firmly against me and I felt myself going limp against her. This was not the mousy little housewife I had judged her to be. She was a forceful and passionate woman expressing her needs.

She let go of my wrists and I started to lower my arms. She took hold of them again and raised them above my head. She then broke her kiss and told me to "Hold them there." She didn't have the authority in her voice to make that sound like a command, it was more of a request, but given my subservient nature, I was more than happy to let her take the lead. Her kisses were more passionate than forceful now and she deftly untied the two straps holding my bikini bottom. The bottoms fell away. She then kissed her way down my body until she was on her knees kneeling in front of me. To say I was surprised to find her lapping at my rapidly juicing pussy was an understatement. I really didn't think she had it in her and I certainly could not have predicted this when I walked over to her house. But there she was and as usual my arousal was building quickly. I tried to think of anything but her tongue between my legs in an effort to let my orgasm build more organically instead of the rushing freight train I was feeling. I wanted to extend our little rendezvous and didn't want to cum too quickly. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, the front door opened and Ted staggered in.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed. I immediately dropped my arms ready to defend myself in case he freaked out. I should not have worried. I also should have been smart enough to see that I had been set up.

Carol stood up and suddenly was not as meek as before. While I had been ready to defend myself against him, I had not planned on her grabbing my hair and tugging me to the floor. "Drop your suit and sit on the couch," she told her husband. "This slut owes you a blowjob since I ate her stinky cunt."

Two things upset me by what was happening. One, they could have just asked without all the drama and I would have been happy to play with them, especially since apparently they liked a bit of the rough stuff. And two, she really didn't have to call my pussy stinky. On a side note, using the C-word didn't bother me. I tended to use the word myself when in subspace or during rough sex. But I had washed after my earlier gangbang so I knew I was fresh. But I digress. What was important was Carol now pulled me toward the couch. I crawled behind her as she pulled my hair. I made sure to exclaim my displeasure at her conduct and the pain. You know I loved how she treated me, but I didn't want her to know that. It was clear they thought they were getting away with something. I was happy to play along, especially as Ted's cock began to spring to life. It wasn't overly long, but it was fat and I could imagine it bringing me pleasure in either my pussy or ass. If I played my cards right, maybe it would be both.

I wasn't sure what Carol's payoff was as her husband's cock pushed passed my lips. I would be happy to pleasure her as well, but for the time being, she was content to keep a tight grip on my hair, unnecessarily making sure I wouldn't stop sucking her husband. At first, he was content to sit back and let me do all the work. But after a few minutes, he began thrusting into my mouth. I assumed that meant he would climax soon. I think Carol figured that too because she pulled my head back and asked me if I was ready to drink his cum. When I replied, "Yes," she said, "Good," and pushed my head back down holding it in place. From there, it was five or six thrusts into my mouth before he pushed all the way in one last time and unloaded down my throat. And when I say unloaded, I mean a lot. His cum was hitting the back of my throat in mighty spurts and falling back to the inside of my lips. Had it been a load from Thomas or Dean, I would have made sure not to let any escape from my mouth, but I had a sense Ted and Carol might like thinking he had overflowed my capacity so I purposely let a bit escape until Carol pulled my head back while saying, "What kind of slut can't even swallow cum correctly?"

She had no idea how her saying that warmed my heart. I wanted to say, "I am exactly the kind of slut who knows how to swallow a monster load, but your asshole husband isn't worth it." But I didn't. I kept playing innocent like I hated how they were treating me. Carol did instruct me to clean up my drool and the escaped cum from around the base of his dick. I was happy to lick up his escaped jizz. She even let go of my head while I did it. Carol sat down on the couch next to her husband and spread her legs. As soon as I was done cleaning her man, I knew what was expected of me so she could get her side of the arrangement satisfied. As soon as I moved between her legs I remembered when she was eating me, I had not cum. I contemplated reaching between my legs, but I knew Gwen would have never allowed that so I tried to resist my urges. Ted and Carol probably would have enjoyed my wanton display, but I knew that could wait. I this rest of the night as a hall pass and I knew my orgasms would come eventually even if I had to, or especially if I used the Sybian when I got back to the room.

Like her husband, Carol was quick to reach her climax. I suppose I should have been pleased with that as it spoke well of my oral skills. I also should have been happy because in her post climax haze, I probably could have gotten her to get me off. But that isn't what happened. There were a couple knocks at the door and then it opened on its own. In burst Bob and Alice. I think both were drunk. Neither seemed to notice me kneeling between Carol's legs as Bob exclaimed, "Whose is up for a swap?" I instantly realized they must using use this monthly party for a wife swap with Ted and Carol. The expression, "Holy shit," from Alice broke the mood. Then Bob chimed in, "I guess you started without us."

I started to get up, but Carol's vice-like grip on my hair returned along with the admonition, "You're not going anywhere yet." She still didn't know how much I loved hearing that. Alice quickly moved to the third position on the couch. She had shed her swimsuit already and Carol passed me over to her. No more than ten seconds after my tongue began to probe her pussy, I felt Bob begin to penetrate me. Since they did not realize the state Carol had left me in or how much acting submissive turned me on, Bob was going to think he was a genius as I started loudly cumming in less than a minute. Fortunately that didn't trigger him and he kept pounding me face first into his wife's pussy as I rode out a fine climax. I prayed that he would last long enough for me to cum again. I can be a greedy slut when I get the chance.

Alice was lubricating nicely and I took the opportunity to use my middle finger to explore inside her in a quest to find her g-spot. Carol had definitely been in charge of how she wanted me to pleasure her, but Alice was more laid back so I figured I would try to find what really got her off. I curled my finger inside her and tried to locate the spongy tissue I knew would drive her crazy. Alas I was unsuccessful at getting her to squirt, but I did make her cum in just a few minutes. Bob was still pounding away and I wondered what it would take for him to orgasm. I was certainly willing, but I didn't want to offer something (my ass for example) and appear too eager. They all thought they were getting away with something tonight and I wanted them to believe that.

I noticed that Carol was stroking Ted's cock encouraging it for round two. I hoped that was for me and not her. Unfortunately once he was back at full staff, she tapped Alice on the thigh and she squealed, "Oh goodie." I laughed silently. She climbed over my head and then over Carol and squatted onto Ted's cock. I really wanted that for myself, but since Bob was doing such a good job, I couldn't complain too much. Carol then slid into Alice's former spot and presented me with her pussy again. Never one to complain about tasting a happy snatch, I once again went to work on her. Bob started to slow down. I figured that mean he would orgasm soon. But I was wrong. Apparently he was just taking time to watch his wife bounce up and down on his neighbor's cock. I can't say that I blame him. I kept sneaking peaks when I could and she looked beautiful. My sneaking of peaks became more of actively being a voyeur. I'm not sure if that pissed of Carol or not, but she lifted my head from between her legs and Bob then pulled out of me. Losing both of them left me feeling very empty.

I think Carol was pissed, or maybe she was just horny, because she stood up and Bob sat down next to Ted. Carol then mounted him in a reverse cowgirl mimicking the position Alice had taken. I was kneeling in front of them watching both women ride hard cocks and wanting to trade places with either of them. I reached down and began to finger my pussy. Carol quickly told me to take off my bikini top so she could see my tits. Her own breasts were flopping as she bounced up and down. Alice's were firmer and I wondered if they had surgical help. Alice told me to play with my nipples instead of my pussy and you know how aroused that makes me.

I desperately wanted to rub my clit, but instead I worked my nipples. I rubbed them, I squeezed them (along with cupping and squeezing my breasts) and I pinched and tugged them. I'm not sure the girls were paying enough attention to realize I was really abusing my nips. It probably looked like I was just twittling them, but I was secretly working them over hoping to get a pain induced climax. Whether they knew or not what I was trying to do, both soon came on their swapped husband's cock. I would love to tell you both jumped up just in time to allow the guys to give me a facial. That along with the nipple play would have put me over the edge. But alas, as the girls came, I saw the guys both grab their fuck partner's hips and thrust deep inside them one final time.

Both couples slumped on the couch with the wives leaning back against the husband's chests. They looked spent. I'd like to think I helped make their night special. I was still desperate to cum, but as Bob's cock popped free of Carol, I did the proper thing and licked it clean. I then sucked his creampie out of her cunt. Then I did the same to Ted and Alice. I think the women were too high in their post orgasmic bliss to notice. But I felt good about doing it, even if they didn't know why. Then I took my own pleasure.

At that point I figured I had earned another orgasm so I rocked back on my heels and began rubbing my clit. Carol, now recovered, stood up and walked over to me. She pressed her pussy against my mouth. My moans were silenced, but I kept working my pussy. Part of me wished she really was a domme, or that any of the other three could sense my real need, and pull my hand away from my pussy and make me wait. Actually the whole scene would have been better if my hands had been cuffed behind my back. But I wasn't about to hold myself back if they chose not too. The smell of Carol's pussy rubbing on my face and my fingers dancing on my clit was enough to light my fuse. Again I tried, briefly, thinking of other things to prolong my glorious agony in hopes of one of them stopping me, but it was not to be. I climaxed about thirty seconds later, screaming into Carol's pussy. It was a much stronger orgasm than my first. My face was covered with her juices and the taste of the guy's cum lingered on my lips as a powerful orgasm surged through my body. Now it was my turns to be in a post orgasmic haze and I barely noticed that Alice had helped me to my feet and that Bob and Ted had escorted me to the door. I stumbled into the darkness naked. Later I would wonder why they kept my bikini, but at the time, I was too pumped up with endorphins to care very much. I began walking back toward Thomas and Gwen's not even worrying about how to explain my lack of clothes. If I was lucky the party would have broken up by now. Or Bruce would find me first. I could have really gone for his big dick right then, although a hot shower and a warm bed would be nice too.

It will not surprise you that neither of those things happened. Instead just as I got to the driveway, Tiffany appeared at the back yard gate. She was obviously calling it a night. Just as obviously she was surprised to find me naked in the front yard. "Looks like you had an interesting evening," she said. "Um, yeah," I replied. "Getting to know the neighbors."

"I bet," she said.

"No, it's not like that," I told her. "Not like what?" she replied. "Your naked and you look like you had a rough time."

I had not considered how my makeup would run having eaten so much pussy and having Carol grind herself against me while I masturbated.

"Well, nothing a relaxing hot shower and a few hours of sleep won't solve," I said trying to sound cheerful like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Why don't you come to my place and let me give you a massage," Tiffany offered.

"I don't want to put you out," I told her.

"Not at all. I'm a night person and I really enjoyed talking to you earlier. You are much more interesting than most of the people around here."

She began unzipping her mesh beach wrap and casually placed it around me. She then zipped it up. I had not put my arms through the sleeves so it reminded me of a straight jacket, although with its light-weight it would not restrict me in any way. Plus its mesh construction really didn't hide my body, but I suppose in the dark, it would appear that I had some clothes on. I really couldn't think of any reason to turn down her offer of a free massage (please have a happy ending, I thought) so I agreed to go with her.

Her house was around the corner. A couple of cars passed us on her street. If they thought it was strange that a woman wearing a swimsuit and another basically naked woman were out at that hour, they gave no indication. Tiffany's house was a ranch style, much smaller than Thomas and Gwen's and also Ted and Carol's but since she lived alone, I suppose it didn't matter. There was a short hallway leading from the front door. The living room was off to the right. It was clearly her massage room and a large padded table took up the center of the room and shelves with various bottles and candles adorned the walls. There was also a massage chair and a small couch. I was surprised when Tiffany didn't lead me directly there. I was well aware of Bruce's theory that she was gay. Maybe she assumed she could just take me to bed. I couldn't be that lucky.

Instead we went to the kitchen where she took a pitcher of juice out of the fridge. She poured two big glasses. She set them on the table and then she unzipped her wrap releasing me. She then handed me one of the glasses. "You'll probably need this more than I do," she said. I thanked her for her hospitality and quickly drank down about half the glass. She sipped some of hers. It was then I realized I was standing naked in front of her. She didn't seem concerned at all.

"As I told you, my technique is very different from Pedro's. First, if you will let me, I would like to add my own special recipe of herb extracts to your juice so that you can relax easier. Then we are going to soak in my hot tub in back yard for a while. Then I'll do your massage."

She sounded like she just asked my permission to drug me. I didn't like the sound of that. She didn't have to do that to get me in the mood. I must have looked skeptical because she explained further.

"My blend is a combination of several things. Melissa Officinalis is a very calming herb. It soothes the acids in your stomach so you can relax. I also like to use it in combination with the essential oils of lemon balm on your hands so you can inhale its fragrance. Avena helps emotionally ground you and a touch of chamomile to relax you more. I don't use too much though or you will fall asleep during the massage."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I asked.

"What? Falling asleep?" she responded. I nodded. "No," she said. "It actually happens frequently. I don't take it personally. I figure it's because I'm doing my job."

I laughed inside at that last comment.

"Finally I mix in the extract of California poppy as a mild sedative and motherwort to ease emotional volatility. It all sounds probably worse than it is. There is just a touch of all the herb extracts and combined it leaves you relaxed with a touch of euphoria."

I thought to myself, "Yes, a small amount probably does what you say, but a lot would leave me at your mercy." I didn't get the vibe that she was the kind of person to drug someone and take advantage of them. Unless of course she was into some really kinky shit. But that possibility didn't bother me, although she could have just asked me to participate, so I agreed to let her dose my juice. If drugging me turned her into a tigress, I was all for it. I watched as she dripped two eyedroppers of clear liquid into my glass. She then took a thin straw and began to mix the juice. "Soon you will be more relaxed than you have in a long time," she promised in a low monotone voice. If I was paranoid, it sounded like she was trying to hypnotize me, although that was probably because I was watching the juice swirl around in the glass. "Let's hit the hot tub," she said breaking me from my thoughts.

Tiffany led me outside to her back yard. Thankfully it was very private. I couldn't see that any other house had a direct view. Plus it was dark so I didn't feel weird about being naked. Clarification, I didn't feel extra weird about being naked in her back yard. It was still weird being naked in front of a woman I had just met while she was still wearing her suit.

Tiffany quickly opened the top on the hot tub and then held my hand to stead me as I walked up the two steps and then stepped into the very warm water. "How hot is this?" I asked. "104," she replied. "That's as hot as it goes. I'm in here for 15-20 minutes every night to wind down. It's wonderful." I took my seat and took a sip of my juice. The herb extract had changed the taste enough to remind me that it was in there, but it wasn't unpleasant. Still I couldn't shake the thought that the additive wasn't just what she told me. I then watched as a silhouetted Tiffany peeled off her swimsuit. The lack of light hindered my ability to get a real good look at her, but I liked what I saw. "There," she said. "Now you don't have to be nervous about being the only one without clothes." Was it that obvious to her that I had been thinking about that?

The hot water swirled around my body bubbling up almost to my chin. I had to sit up a little higher to take sips of my juice. Then I would set my glass on the side and submerge myself to let the soothing water work its magic. Tiffany was talking, but I was barely listening. The heat, the herbs, the bubbles all was relaxing me. I don't believe in hypnotism, but if it were real, I bet this is what it feels like. Finally I had the courage to come out and ask Tiffany if she were gay.

"The rumor in the neighborhood is that you're a lesbian. Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked her softly. I was so relaxed it seemed like work to even talk.

"I'm not trying to seduce you," she responded. "But yes I am a lesbian. Is that a problem?"

"No, of course not," I told her. "I'm bi, actually," I confessed.

"I could tell you had been with Carol or Alice," she told me.

I sheepishly grinned, "Both of them actually."

"Well you are the naughty one," Tiffany said. "But tonight is just because I wanted to help you relax and thank you for being friendly. Plus I am a professional masseur. I don't do happy endings with my massages."

"That's a shame," I told her with a grin. "Neither does Pedro."

We sat in the tub for about ten more minutes. I had finished my juice and I could feel the calming affects of the herbs. "If you ever want to seduce me," I told her, "just make me some more of the juice and let me sit in this tub."

"I understand," she replied. "A great massage is a lot like great sex. You'll be total relaxed but also invigorated when I'm done."

"That sounds like a great plan," I said. "I'm putty in your hands."

"Not yet," Tiffany commented. "But give me half an hour."

That was the last we talked as I just let the herbs and water bring me deeper into a state of relaxed bliss. I was almost disappointed when Tiffany told me it was time to get out and go inside. She handed me a towel to wrap around myself, although she didn't have one herself. I watched her stretch to close the tub cover and suddenly remembered she taught yoga too. I had naughty thoughts about watching her pose and thought back to how excited I got watching Stacey.

The cover secured, she escorted me back inside. She told me to hop up on the table while she went to change. I suppose it was too much to ask that she would have remained naked while she did my massage or do come back in some slutty lingerie for my visual pleasure. She had reiterated that she was a professional. However that didn't mean I had to keep the towel on me. I made sure I was dry and the folded the towel neatly and placed it on the end of the table to use as a pillow. I then climbed on the table. I felt completely at ease.

Tiffany soon returned. She was wearing another short wrap. I guess she liked them and I must say they looked great on her. This one was not mesh. It was sheer and looked like silk. It covered her obviously braless tits (her nipples gave her away) and went about four inches below her butt. I wasn't in a position to look for a panty line, but I doubted I would find one. If this was her idea of dressing professionally, I definitely approved. It wasn't slutty lingerie like I had hoped, but it definitely would be easy to remove if I could convince her of changing her happy ending policy.

Tiffany slowly moved around the room. I could tell she was in no hurry. She turned down the lights, lit several candles and turned on some soft new age music. I've never been a fan of that style, but it did set the mood. As the candles began to burn, I smelled lavender. I was not surprised. I thought back to when I asked if she was trying to seduce me. She claimed she wasn't, but she was doing a damn good job at it anyway.

Usually I jump a little bit when a masseur first touches me. That wasn't the case with Tiffany. Maybe it was the herbs or maybe it was the hot tub or the soft light, but I longed for her touch. As promised, she was much more gentle than Pedro. Her Swedish style (as she later told me) was much different that his deep tissue massage. As I predicted, I was putty in her hands. She could have done anything to me right then. She worked my body like a conductor works and orchestra and my naughty bits began to respond. As in tune with her subject as she was, I'm sure she noticed immediately, but she neither commented nor changed her touch as a result.

When she finished with my back and told me to roll over, I knew my nipples would betray my lust if she had not noticed already. But I didn't care. She could have buried her face in my pussy or finger fucked me to orgasm and I wouldn't report her lack of medical ethics. But she did neither. Much like Pedro, she did work the sides of my breasts without directly touching my nipples. While it had been maddening when he did it, it was positively excruciating when she did. Here I was, a beautiful and obviously willing woman under her complete control and she didn't take advantage of me. She did move around the table so she was standing near my head. She then bent forward and stretched over me to run her hands down my belly and then returned them up my sides while she stood up. This resulted in two very unprofessional things. One, her too short wrap rolled up and I thought I could see her naked pussy. That clearly was unethical for a masseur. Second was I could smell her arousal. That made her refusal to touch me more intimately even more exasperating. She knew I wanted her and she obviously was excited and making sure I knew that too. I couldn't figure out her end game. I wondered if I should just confess I was a submissive and pledge to follow her commands. But I figured that might be too much too soon.

She then moved to the other end of the table and began to work on my feet and ankles. That did little to quell my arousal as I always found foot massages to be very sensual. I made sure to part my legs ever so slightly so she had a direct view of my pussy. I knew my labia would be swollen and hopefully inviting. I imagined I was too tempting to her and that she would drop this act of professionalism and get me off. But she didn't. She continued methodically working on me until she was done. She was done, but I was far from satisfied. She had me turn back over for her final rubdown and like the wanton slut I was, I had raised my ass when she had worked my buttocks and tried to trick her hand into going between my legs. All she said was, "Naughty, naughty."

"I can't help it," I pleaded with her. "You can't tell me your client's don't feel this way when you're done."

"Yes, some do," she replied. "But I told you, I don't give happy endings."

Much like I had thought I could taunt Ted, I quickly replied with an equally poor plan to taunt Tiffany. "Well I'll just have to do it myself," I told her triumphantly. I don't know why I was expecting her to suddenly dive between my legs. I should have just thanked her for best, most relaxing massage I ever had and walked back to my dungeon and fucked myself senseless on the Sybian. But that would be too easy and make too much sense. It was much more important that I be a smart ass and possibly ruin the chance for another massage down the road. But she was ready for me.

"Some of my special clients to exactly that. Just hold your horses for a moment," she told me.

I watched as she walked back to the shelf and she returned with a blindfold.

"I know you can tell I am almost as aroused as you are. But I can't allow myself to mix business with pleasure. If you really want to get off, you are going to let me blindfold you. You can then reach between your legs and finger yourself. I'm going to stand behind you and watch. Oh, and I'm going to get myself off too. I'll take off your blindfold when I am done. Those are the rules."

"Really, I'm happy to eat your pussy," I told her. "I'm good and I'll make you cum hard. You don't have to do yourself."

"Maybe next time," Tiffany said. "If we go on a date or something then we can have sex. I just can't break this barrier."

"Then take me to your bed," I pleaded. "I need to taste you. You've been so good to me. I want to make you cum. I want to make you feel this good."

"Do you accept the rules or should I find you some clothes to wear back to Thomas' house?" she pressed me. I really didn't have a choice. I had to get off. "Put the blindfold on me," I told her.

As soon as I was plunged into darkness, I moved my hand between my legs. I also spread them so she could get a better view. I didn't rub my clit straight away. Knowing she was watching and was going to masturbate while observing me had my exhibitionist streak going full tilt. I took a finger and rubbed it up and down my pussy. Then I curled the knuckle and slid it inside of me. I heard her moan. As she had promised, she was obviously behind me. That inspired me to slowly begin finger fucking myself.

A few strokes on my clit would have sent me off, but my mischievous side wanted to give her a good show so she would cum first. In my mind, that would make me superior and her game of turning me on and leaving me hanging would backfire on her. If we did meet again, maybe she wouldn't try to be so professional and we could just fuck. That was my plan, but it was a terrible one. Her moans were music to my ears and my slow, methodical finger fuck was really just teasing me. My hips began to sway and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer without giving myself the relief I crave. I suppose it was fortunate that Tiffany was so in tuned with my needs.

"I know what you are trying to do," she said. Her breath was ragged and I could tell she was struggling not to climax herself. "Just rub that clit like I know you want to. I'll cum with you. I won't last once I see and hear you climax."

My plan was busted, but I couldn't hold out any longer. I didn't even care if she came at that moment. I needed to. I switched to rubbing my clit. The first few strokes were slow. I guess I was trying to trick her into triggering, but after three or four circles over my happy button I gave up trying to be tricky and just started rubbing myself hard. I started screaming in ecstasy and began cumming a moment later. My ass was shaking as I began to hump my hand as if it were a cock I was riding. I was out of control. I forgot all about being watched or that Tiffany had promised to cum with me. My lack of vision only added to the intensity as I was focused completed on my feelings. It was almost an out of body experience. I ended up lying on my side with my hand still on my pussy, although just cupping it no rubbing it, as aftershocks flowed through my body. I was a still a quivering mess when Tiffany removed the blindfold. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. It was obvious I had just experienced something very special. My only hope was she had as well.

She surprised me by stroking the side of my head. That was definitely the move of a lover not a masseur. I guessed the massage was over so she gave me a short personal touch. As she stood there, I could tell her thighs were damp. She obviously had a powerful climax herself. I wondered if she had squirted. I would have loved to see that if she had or better yet have her spray me. But that would have to wait until we had a date. "You are amazing," she told me. "I never cum that hard with my clients."

"What?" I thought. "Did she just confess to doing this with other clients?" I tried to figure out how to ask that question, but her phone ringing interrupted us. Tiffany picked up her cell phone and walked away from me into the kitchen. It seemed late for a phone call and being nosey, I moved to the edge of the living room and tried to listen to what she was saying. Obviously I only heard her side of the conversation, but I got the impression it was one of her clients. She also sounded annoyed that the person was calling and even more upset that it seemed like the person wanted to come over yet tonight. I remember her saying she was a night owl, but I didn't think that meant massages after midnight.

I heard her say goodbye so I moved back toward the massage table so she wouldn't know I was snooping. The look on her face showed her dismay. I know I had only known her for about five hours, but I hated seeing her like that. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"That was one of my more demanding clients. Actually she had become a real pain in the ass," Tiffany told me.

"Can I help?" I queried her.

"I don't think so," she answered, but I could tell she was really upset. "You need to get going because she is on her way over. I'll lend you some clothes for your walk home."

"Why is this client such a pain?" I inquired. Tiffany seemed reluctant to talk about her, but I just kept eye contact with her as if to say I wasn't leaving until she told me.

"You know that thing I did when you got yourself off?" Tiffany asked as if I could forget her masturbating and getting off looking at me do the same. I nodded.

"This client was the first one I did that with. She's really cute and in a bad marriage. She is the only person I ever gave a happy ending. She was begging me and I couldn't stop myself. Since then, she expected that every time. I told her we couldn't repeat it, so she just started masturbating in front of me. The first few times I was able to remain in control enough to wait until she left before I got myself off. But one week, I had just broken up with my girlfriend and I was really horny so I did it with her. After that I had to institute the blindfold rule with my other clients who got excited because I couldn't tolerate anybody else watching while I did it, but I couldn't stop myself either. To be honest, even with my clients who don't get aroused by my touch, I can't think of anything else. As soon as they leave, I have to get myself off."

"So why does this woman need you to help her get off?" I asked.

"I think she get's a thrill out of being naked in front of me. She was really nervous the first time I massaged her. She made sure she stayed covered with the towel. I kept telling her I was a professional and not to worry, but for the first several sessions it didn't matter. I finally got her to only cover her butt. She seemed really embarrassed at first. Maybe even a little humiliated. She is very petite and she has tiny breasts. I think she was kind of humiliated at being seen by another woman. But as we progressed, something clicked and that humiliation became the driving force of her arousal. She kept playing a game about keeping her towel and I had to tell her that she had to remove it to get the full massage. She seemed to be role playing a girl younger than herself who was a virgin and scared."

"But you said she was married?" I countered.

"Yeah, she's no virgin. From what she has said her husband sounds very nice, but I think because she is so small he is afraid to hurt her. If he only knew what she really wanted he would be shocked."

"Don't leave me without filling in the rest of that sentence," I scolded Tiffany.

"The last two times she asked me to spank her," my new friend told me.

"And did you?" I asked, my eyes opening in a hopeful fashion.

"Of course not!" she said forcefully. "I could lose my license for the one time I fingered her. It's tough because she really is cute. I've never spanked anybody. Actually I've never been into that. But I've thought about doing it to her."

"I love to be spanked," I confessed, "although I've never done it to anybody else. I don't think I should leave. I think I should help you out with her."

"Really, you should go. It's weird enough already. I can't say no to her coming over."

"Exactly," I replied. "You need someone else to relieve you of your guilt for wanting to touch your client intimately. Seriously. I have a plan."

I told her my plan. I don't think she thought it was a good idea, but I knew I could convince her to go along with it. She was obviously in an emotional state and I played on that to get access to her client for myself. From how Tiffany had described her as a tiny, cute, pixie who liked to get spanked, I figured I could tease her and get her between my legs in no time. If she really was humiliated by being seen naked by Tiffany and that was the driving force behind her arousal, having a stranger present was going to drive her wild. Of course, I didn't want her to know I was there right away.

I asked Tiffany if she had any rope. The look on her face was priceless. I had told her of my plan to tie Katherine (her client) to the massage table to prevent her escape when I spanked her, but I don't think Tiffany thought I was serious.

"She may just be fantasizing about having you spank her. She might just freak out if you actually did it and then she might make trouble for you. If she can't escape, I'll make sure she has the happiest of endings. Spanking really is a turn on and she'll cum better than you've ever seen her."

Tiffany looked embarrassed. "There is rope in the bedroom closet," she told me. She added that I should stay in there until she got Katherine blindfolded on the table. She said it wouldn't take long as Katherine ignored the full service massage by this point in their relationship and just wanted a quickie massage to set the mood and then to get herself off as soon as she could.

Tiffany escorted me to her bedroom. I watched her open her closet and pull out a robe for herself. After she put it on she looked at me again with that same embarrassed look. Then the doorbell rang. "Give me about five minutes to prep her," she said. I agreed. As soon as she was out the door, I looked in the closet myself. She had several lacy sets of lingerie hanging in her closet and they were not the style you would wear for yourself. They were the kind you would wear for a lover. I pictured what they would look like on Tiffany. I didn't know how I could arrange to see her model them for me, but I certainly was going to try and figure that out. I nosily peeked in a shoebox I also found and found a couple vibrators. They were standard issue vibes. Nothing too special, but at least that told me she wasn't above having a little help. Next to the shoebox I found two unopened spools of cotton rope. They only reason I could see for them being hidden in the closet was perhaps she fantasized about being tied up but had not had the courage to do it. Either that or her girlfriend wouldn't do it. Maybe there was hope for more of a relationship yet. But that wasn't important just yet.

I opened one of the spools. The rope was very soft. That confirmed that its purpose was to tie someone because nobody would spend the money on that high quality rope just to use around the house or camping. I needed a scissors to get the length right. I looked in her dresser, but didn't find one. Tiffany then returned so I quietly asked her. She said there was one in the kitchen drawer. She also told me Katherine was ready. I told Tiffany I would cut the rope down and then come into the living room. She was to have Katherine stretch her arms down long the legs of the table. I told her I would make a slip knot and we both had to simultaneously loop the rope over her wrist and tie her quickly to the table leg before she could react. Tiffany nodded. She then stepped into the bathroom and flushed the toilet. I guess that was her ruse for leaving Katherine. We both walked out of the bedroom. She turned right at the end of the hall to go into the living room. I peeked and saw a blonde with short hair cut in a bob lying on the table. As I expected, she was blindfolded and naked. I turned left and quietly went into the kitchen.

I found the scissors right where Tiffany told me they would be. My hands were shaking as I cut four approximately six-foot lengths. I was thinking about innocent Katherine on the table and how Tiffany's hands were undoubtedly arousing her. Yet she no idea what was about to happen to her. I took the rope and snuck back into the living room making sure not to make any noises to give me away. I dropped a couple of the pieces silently on the floor. Then I folded the other two in half to make a loop and pushed the ends through. They would be just right to quickly fit over Katherine's wrists and then cinch shut. I knew she would struggle. Well, I assumed she would struggle, but maybe not. But once the rope was tight, we should be able tug her wrists to the legs and secure her. I pointed at the table leg and then pointed at Tiffany to cue her.

"Katherine I want to try something different," Tiffany announced. I could sense excitement from Katherine. She probably though she had worn down Tiffany and today was the day she would get a happy beginning and happy ending. "I want you to let your arms hang down and I am going to massage them from under the table."

I didn't buy that as an excuse, but Katherine apparently did and that was what mattered. Tiffany did actually lie down on the floor and did rub her arms a couple of time in a downward fashion, I guess to complete the ruse. Then she looked and me and I nodded. I moved over to Katherine's right arm. I assumed she was a righty so she would be stronger in that arm. Tiffany was still lying on the floor as she lifted the rope. I felt like we were playing Operation as we simultaneously tried to loop the rope over her wrists without touching her or making a sound. I'm still kind of surprised it worked. I nodded at Tiffany and we both pulled our ropes tightly against her flesh. As I suspected, she freaked and tried to pull her arms away, but I was ready for her and I pulled her right arm back against the leg of the massage table and quickly secured it. I could go back and reinforce the knot later. Tiffany was struggling because she had no leverage in her position lying on the floor. I grabbed Katherine arm and pinned it against the opposite table leg.

"Don't struggle," I warned her. "I am a friend and I don't want you to be hurt."

Whether she believed me or just realized the futility of struggling, her arm went limp and Tiffany was able to secure it. Tiffany started to get up, but I pulled her head toward mine for a quick kiss before she could stand. Then I let our captive in on our little plan.

"Katherine," I began, "Nothing is going to happen to you against your will. Tiffany told me how excited you get when she touches you and how you want her to spank you. But that is very rude, insensitive and selfish of you because as a licensed masseur, she is not allowed to do that with a client."

At this point I began to slowly draw a single finger down her back from her neck heading toward her ass. I also pointed at Tiffany and indicated she should sit down behind the table in her preferred viewing position.

"My name is Susan," I continued. "While Tiffany does not have experience with spanking, I certainly do, although it is as a receiver, not a giver. But since I am not bound by any ethical issues," I paused as I had reached her ass and I let my finger dance around her butt crack and then around to graze her vaginal lips, "I don't have any restrictions on touching you."

Katherine responded with a series of, "but, but, but," without ever really forming a complete sentence as she still processed her sudden change of position.

"I am submissive by nature and I understand how arousing it is to be put in an embarrassing or humiliating position when your pussy is dictating your actions. I'm sure you were wet before you walked in and I'm sure if I decided to finger you right now, I'd find no resistance. But you have to give me consent first." I put a little more pressure on the outer folds of her pussy, but I didn't make any motion to penetrate her. "I'll give you a minute to think about that. I am going to grab my phone and record your consent. You may also refuse. If you do that, we will immediately untie you and you are free to go, although for obvious reasons you would not remain a client of Tiffany."

I purposely walked in front of the table so she would sense I was moving. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera app. I then knelt in front of her so I could get a good close up of her face. Then I hit record.

"Katherine, I want you to tell us if you want to be released or if you want me to spank you. Also since you have begged Tiffany to finger you to orgasm, I may chose to do that as well. What do you say?"

Katherine took a moment, but quickly replied, "I want Mistress Susan to spank me and if she believes I have earned a reward, to bring me to orgasm."

I'd never been called Mistress before. I kind of liked it, although I doubted I really had the ability to be a Domme. I also figured Gwen might see this if I could get her interested in Tiffany, or maybe even Katherine, so I quickly corrected her. "I am not your Mistress. I am the property of Mistress Gwen, Master Thomas and Master James Dean. I am simply helping my friend Tiffany solve her problem with you on my hall pass day."

I through in that last part to try to cover my own ass even though Katherine and probably Tiffany wouldn't understand what I meant. Since I had not told Tiffany my real status, I was worried about what her reaction might be, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. Fortunately neither did Katherine as she just said, "I consent to being spanked and fingered by Susan and Tiffany." I decided to add, "and whatever else they desire unless I specifically say no." She quickly added that to the video record. She was really cute and after I got her off, I probably would want her to satisfy me if I couldn't convince Tiffany to do it. Heck, if I played my cards right, maybe I could get them both to get me off. But that was for later. Turning on and teasing Katherine was paramount in an effort to help Tiffany solve her problem with her and hopefully get off again.

I took my right hand and squeezed Katherine's left asscheek firmly.

"Have you been spanked before or have you been trying to get Tiffany to help you live out a fantasy?" I queried her.

"It's been a fantasy," she responded. "I spank myself when I masturbate sometimes, but it's not the same. I have tried a paddle too, but I know I go easy on myself and then I just get frustrated."

"If you bought a paddle you must be a little serious about it," I opined.

"It's in my purse if you want to use it," she said sounding hopeful. I didn't want to commit to letting her top from the bottom.

"We'll see," I said. "If you are good, maybe I will use your paddle. In your fantasy do you end with your ass being bruised for a few days or would that freak out your husband."

"He won't notice," she said sounding dejected. "Will you spank me harder if I say I don't mind bruises?"

"Yes," I said, although I really wasn't sure. "But one thing I know from being on the receiving end is, if you start slower and softer to allow the blood flow to build before really getting firm, the bruising is much less."

My hand remained on his ass as if I was really waiting for her answer. My plan was to start her easy because I didn't have any clue how much she could take or how to read her reactions. After about ten seconds, she said, "I don't mind bruising." I probably should have caught this conversation with my camera, but I pulled my hand back and swung hard. The echo of my hand impacting her flesh echoed off the walls as did her scream of pain. Part of me wanted to check to see if she was OK for me to continue, but again I didn't want to give her the idea that she was in control. I swung again I took her right cheek this time. Again she screamed along with kicking her legs. She wasn't going to hit Tiffany and I was not in the way either, but I thought it was best to secure them as well just in case. I also knew it would play directly into her fantasy. I asked Tiffany to help. She seemed happy to do so. I also asked her to get a scarf or something to gag Katherine.

Katherine didn't say anything, but I was still worried about pushing her too far during her first session. I explained how a safe word worked and told her I wouldn't tie the gag. I put several knots in the silk scarf Tiffany provided and told Katherine to bit down on it. She willingly opened her mouth. I then told her if things got too intense to drop the scarf and yell, "Orange." I promised her I would stop immediately. She didn't say anything.

Her legs and arms still showed her stress level as I began spanking her again, but she kept the scarf in her mouth. After five hard swats to each butt cheek I pushed two fingering into her pussy. Needless to say she was soaking wet, but she was also tight. I decided since she liked humiliation to tell Tiffany, "What a dirty slut you have as a client." Katherine moaned into the gag when I said that and her pussy clamped down on my fingers. Tiffany had opened her robe and was slowly rubbing her clit. When I pulled my fingers out of Katherine, Tiffany waved at me. She didn't want to say anything, but I knew she wanted to taste her client. I happily let her suck my fingers clean. I then pushed her own hand to the side and pushed the same two fingers inside of Tiffany. She mewed. It was so perfect. It was the sound I had imagined she would make. I gave her a couple of slow finger bangs then pulled them out and let her lick her own juice too. I don't know if she had ever tasted herself, but it gave me a thrill thinking she was doing it for me. I then gave my attention back to Katherine.

I continued a methodical spanking of her ass, first the left cheek then the right, followed by slowly teasing her pussy with my fingers. I was tempted to add some anal play, but I didn't want to push her too far too fast. Her earlier screams had transitioned to moans. I was sure I could get her off whenever I chose. From the look on Tiffany's face, that probably held true for her as well. But I didn't want Katherine cumming just yet. I wanted Tiffany to wait for me to bring her off, but we had not discussed that option, so I told Katherine I was going to see what kind of paddle she brought. Instead of a moan she made an, "ahhh," sound. I thought she had probably been bringing the paddle for the last few sessions but never had the courage to tell Tiffany. As I had hoped, Tiffany stopped masturbating as she too was looking at the bag.

"Well, well, well," I said as I opened her bag. "What do we have here?"

Tiffany decided not to just be an observer at that moment. "What did that slut bring into my house?" she asked. I decided not to worry about if she had decided to be an active participant at that moment. Instead I just pulled both the promised paddle and a small strap-on dildo out of her bag.

"Looks like naughty Katherine has been keeping some secret desires from you, Tiffany," I exclaimed. Katherine didn't drop the gag to respond. I wondered if I just humiliated her or given her a sense of relief at being exposed. I didn't much care. Instead I rubbed the paddle over her already tender, red ass. Then I took the dildo in my mouth to get some saliva on it, although that was probably not necessary, before sliding it into the bound woman's pussy. I didn't give her the pleasure of fucking her though. Once it was fully buried, I gave her four hard swats with the paddle. The screams were back, although muffled. I then pulled the fake cock out of her pussy. Tiffany seeming intrigued as I walked back around Katherine and took the gag out. She stretched her jaw a couple times. I also pulled off the blindfold. She still wouldn't be able to see Tiffany but I wanted her to see me.

"You obviously brought this dick for a reason," I told her. "If that paddle was too much, say your safe word and we end now. Otherwise this dick with your whore juice is going in your mouth to keep you quiet. If you opt for that, I'm giving you ten strokes with the paddle on each cheek. Tiffany and I will then decide if I should fuck you to orgasm or we should watch you get yourself off or whether we should send you home without cumming. What's your choice?"

"If you don't let me cum I'll do it in the car," she said defiantly. "But if there is a chance you will fuck me, I'll take the paddle. It's been too long since I got fucked."

"What if I fuck you while you eat Tiffany's pussy?" I asked. "You've caused her so much stress that she should get something out of this." I looked at Tiffany for a response, but her fingers were flying over her clit and her eyes were glazed over.

"I've never done that," Katherine confessed. "But if that is the cost of getting fucked, I'll do it."

I didn't give her any further response. I just slid the fake cock into her mouth and walked back behind her. I was ready to continue her paddling, but then I got my own naughty thought. I whispered in Tiffany's ear, "I bet this tramp cums before the twentieth stroke. If she does, you can cum too." I didn't wait for a response. I moved back next to Katherine.

I was very deliberate and very firm with my paddle strokes. I wanted Katherine to anticipate each one. The dildo kept her reasonable quiet. The same cannot be said for Tiffany's moans. I could tell she was struggling not to cum. I relished the control I had over both of them. Five, six, seven and Katherine ass was quivering as she tried to hump the table to stimulate her clit. Tiffany's expressions showed me she was gone from rational thought. I was very happy for her.

By the fifteenth swat, Tiffany's eyes told me to hurry up. I could tell she had the same need Mistress Gwen had given me so many times before. She didn't just want to cum. She needed to cum. Katherine was just as far gone, but I thought she was going to need me to touch her pussy to bring her over the top. Of course part of me wanted to fuck her. But she probably would not mind getting to cum on my fingers first. After eighteen strokes the room stunk of arousal. And it wasn't just Katherine and Tiffany. My own anticipation added to the aroma. After nineteen I paused for about fifteen seconds to make them wait, but also to settle my nerves. Katherine right cheek got the final and hardest blow I could deliver. The fake dick shot from her mouth as she howled and Tiffany could not longer hold back as she screamed through an intense orgasm. I am sure if Katherine still had any semblance of embarrassment, hearing Tiffany take pleasure in her torment brought her to a new level. Now it was time to get my reward.

I picked up the strap-on off the floor where Katherine had spit it and wrapped it around my hips. It was obvious at this point that Tiffany was wasted from her orgasm. I hoped Katherine still had some energy left. I figured she was still desperate to cum, but coming down from such a successful impact session could cause her to crash emotionally. I untied her legs first and then her wrists. She didn't move from the table at first preferring to reach behind herself and rub her abused ass. "I'm not done with you yet. Get on your knees."

She actually grumbled a bit, but she did as she was told. I then told her to suck my cock. She didn't hesitate. I figured some more humiliation was in order so I asked her if her strap-on was the same size as her husband? She pulled her mouth off long enough to admit he was smaller. I actually felt bad for her as the strap-on was small to begin with. I then pressed her about how often she sucks his cock. She admitted that it was rare. It must have been wonderful for her psyche when I asked if she liked sucking my cock and she claimed she did. I knew it was because she still wanted me to fuck her, but it had to be embarrassing to admit you liked a piece of PVC Jelly more than her husband. The back of the strap-on was rubbing against my clit so I was actually enjoying her blowjob. But I wasn't cold hearted enough to make her keep sucking on it until I got off. Instead I had her stand up and then bend over the massage table.

She actually thanked me when I penetrated her. Actually she said, "Thank you, MistrÉ" before stopping and correcting herself between moans to say, "Thank you Susan. I needed this so badly."

I told her to look at Tiffany and see how watching her put her in an almost comatose state. I stopped thrusting long enough to say, "If she let's you come back, you will do whatever you can to make her feel that way." I then gave her three hard fast thrusts before pausing long enough for her to agree. Her body was beginning to shake again like it had near the end of her spanking. I knew she was ready and needed to climax. Since I am not well versed in reading emotions when I am in charge of the scene I wasn't sure if she was waiting for me to give her permission to cum. I figured my best course of action was to tell her to reach between her legs and rub her clit. When she said, "But that would make me cum," I realized she was waiting to please me. If it was Gwen fucking me I am sure she would have made me struggle to hold back a little longer, but I'm too nice. I just told her, "Go ahead. You've earned it."

I think I understand why the person drilling his/her partner from behind enjoys it so much. I really liked the view of Katherine's head and body shaking as her climax ripped through her. I loved watching her climax and the friction on my own clit was almost enough to get me off, but not quite.

I suppose if I had forced her to wait a little longer, I could have cum too, but watching her have probably the biggest orgasm of her life was spectacular. It went on and on. She must have come four or five times in rapid succession. I actually got a little resentful, although memories of when Mistress brought me to the state of continual climaxes calmed my jealousy. I stopped fucking her, although she continued to push her ass back at me and hump the dildo. Her need only made the scene more exciting as she rode out her orgasms as long as she could. When she finally stopped moving, I pulled out the dildo. She remained bent over the table. I walked around to the other side and offered the fake dick to her mouth once more. "A good slut always cleans her cock," I told her. She didn't have much energy, but she dutifully opened her mouth.

Finally satisfied with her sucking her juices off the strap-on, I pulled it out and took it off. I needed to cum, but it was obvious neither of my partners in crime were going to be of any use to me so I sat down on the couch and started masturbating. It didn't take me long to cum. I wasn't a tier one orgasm, but it capped the night well. Katherine was watching me masturbate and I think Tiffany was aware I was doing it. Katherine smiled a weak smile when she saw me cum. She then dropped to her knees in front of me and softly said, "I've never eaten a pussy, but I would love to taste you if you will let me."

She said it so sweetly and looked so cute kneeling and completely worn out, so who was I to refuse her wish. She really didn't know what she was doing, but I was happy my wet pussy was her first. I let her lick me for about a minute. It was clear she didn't have the skills to get me off, but that was OK. I told her to try licking Tiffany instead. She crawled over and pushed her legs apart. Tiffany offered no resistance. I got up and raided Tiffany's dresser finding a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt to wear back home. Katherine was still between Tiffany's legs when I walked out.

The night air felt wonderful as I made my way back to the house. There were a few couples, along with Gwen and Thomas, sitting by the pool. They noticed me and waved, but didn't say anything. I just continued my walk of shame into the pool house. Gwen was waiting for me when I got out of bathroom.

"You seem to have changed clothes since I last saw you," she said.

"Yeah," I said slowly.

"It was your day off so I'm not mad. Want to tell me about your night?"

"No, not really," I told her.

"Let's see," she said. "Bruce and his friends gangbanged you, Ted brought back your bikini and you disappeared right after Tiffany left the party. Am I basically right how you spent your day off being my sub?"

"Basically," I replied.

"Did you submit to them? I'm not crazy about you subbing for my friends without me giving you to them."

I thought for a moment to make sure I answered properly. "No, I was just having sex. Actually, with Tiffany's friend I actually was in charge. I don't feel like I dommed her, but I definitely had them doing what I wanted."

"Well you probably need your rest," my Mistress told me. "Sleep in tomorrow. When you get up, get dressed and come into the house. We have plans to take you shopping for a new toy, but we don't have to do it at any specific time. Now get to bed. I'll tell Thomas good night for you."

With that my Mistress gave me a kiss and a playful swat on the butt. Although it wasn't a passionate kiss, it felt great that she wasn't mad with me for my wild day. Even though she barely touched me, I could still feel her hand on my ass. I had a feeling I would need to masturbate before I could fall asleep. Apparently Thomas had a similar idea. He walked into the dungeon about fifteen minutes later and caught me lying on the bed rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples. He wasn't mad with me either. Or if he was, he said nothing. He just walked in, pulled down his swimsuit and pulled my head toward his cock.

I felt loved as his cock entered my mouth. Much like Mistress kissing me and patting my ass, his desire to still have me serve him meant the world to me. I gave him a slow, loving blowjob while I continued to rub my pussy. I got close to cumming quicker, so I had to struggle not to cum until he did. It wouldn't be proper for a sub to cum first. Fortunately I succeed. Soon after Thomas unloaded into my mouth, I came for a final time that night. He left me splayed on the bed satisfied with a tummy full of cum. His only words, after putting his swimsuit back on we, "Good girl. We're both proud of you. Sleep well."

With that, he walked out of the room, flipping off the lights and shutting the door on the way. I was alone, but so tired I fell asleep almost immediately to dream of what Sunday would bring.