Decision Tree

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 18 By Tappy McWidestance

Sunday started me back on my submissive schedule to Thomas, Gwen and Thomas' son Bruce. I was up, later than during the week, but still early enough to shower, do my makeup, dress as their slutty maid and have breakfast on the table by 9am. Bruce was the first to make it to the kitchen so I knelt under the table and slurped his cock while he ate. Gwen appeared shortly after. She told me not to bother stopping as she could get her own plate (I had eggs, bacon and toast ready to serve) although I was pretty sure as soon as Bruce popped, I would be ordered to crawl between her legs. In fact, that was where I was when Thomas walked in for breakfast. Like his wife, he didn't seem surprised to see me under the table and was happy to avail himself to my services after Gwen had climaxed. I really loved the change of pace on Saturday and getting to let my slutty side out without being submissive, per say. Although I did end up following a lot of orders, I didn't feel like a submissive and it was comforting to be back to where I belonged servicing my dominant family.

After Thomas came, they let me eat. Gwen then instructed me to clean up from the party and told me she would get my clothes ready for their shopping trip. It was 10am and we were leaving at 1pm, she told me. I figured that gave me 2.5 hours to clean up. That should be plenty. The house wasn't in too bad a shape from the party so I was done inside within an hour. Outside was a little messier with cups and plates spread throughout the backyard. I also imagined the neighbors, fresh from their swinging night watching me. I must admit that thought made me creamy. I was done in the yard by noon, so I went and found Gwen in her bedroom to see what else she wanted me to do. I was hoping she would let me eat her pussy again or would fuck me with her strap-on, but instead she just handed me a yellow sundress and a leather collar.

"Wear these and nothing else," she commanded. She had not specified whether I was to go to my room and change, so I just started stripping out of the maid's outfit. I hoped by displaying my body I would turn her on, but it didn't work. At least she didn't want to have sex with me. She hopefully was still turned on. The dress was very light weight, buttoned up the front and came down to about mid-thigh. Since panties and a bra were not part of her plan for me, I knew I would have to be careful not to flash anyone when I sat. I also assumed wherever we went shopping we would have a sexual component because my nipples would be on clear display and if anybody wanted access to my pussy, there would be little to stop them. That sounded like a fun afternoon.

Gwen and Thomas were also dressed casually. Gwen had a similar dress, only blue instead of yellow so it wasn't so sheer, and I could tell she was wearing a bra. I wasn't sure about whether she was wearing panties. Thomas just had on jeans and a t-shirt, but he made it look distinguished. We went out to the car. I went to the back seat assuming that was where they wanted me. I was a bit surprised when Gwen joined me. As we pulled out of the garage, with Thomas as our limo driver, I was not surprised when Gwen told me to lift my dress above my ass and spread my legs. As we drove she lazily played with my pussy and clit. She also had me cup my breasts through the thin material and then tease my nipples after they stiffened. It was clear she had no intention of making me cum. Wherever we were going, she wanted me excited. The plan was obviously to keep me aroused without climax. You already know how much I like when she did that to me so I just sat back and enjoyed her game.

Our trip was about half an hour in length. We pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. There were several stores including one called Lover's Lane. It was clear they sold lingerie and fetishware (signs in the window said as much) but there were also signs for "wedding gifts" and "novelties." I took that to mean sex toys. Gwen and Thomas had already provided me plenty of outfits and lingerie so I hoped this was a toy shopping excursion. We walked inside. I must tell you it was strange to be in a sex shop with bright lighting. It was definitely more of a regular store that just happened to sell sex related products. I can't say I was used to dirty dinghy sex shops, like the adult theater adventure a few months ago, but I also didn't expect this place to sell things too outrageous. Still it would be fun to look at the clothes. I was sure, whatever the plans Thomas and Gwen had for me, I would enjoy them.

The proprietor of the store was a middle-aged woman whom Thomas and Gwen obviously knew. She also had a female assistant working for her. She was probably 25 or so. Their presence reiterated that it was strange to have two normal, straight looking women running a sex store. But I digress. Gwen lead me to the lingerie first asking my opinion about what I thought I would look good wearing. She also asked what would look good on her. Thomas was talking to the woman running the store, but I wondered if he was also hitting on the 25 year old.

We didn't pick anything to try on and after examining the lingerie we looked at the fetishware. It was the leather and latex variety and I admit I loved the way it felt to the touch. It was at this point a young couple entered the store. A very innocent looking girl wearing a sweatshirt from a local college came in with a nerdy looking guy. He may have been 21. She was probably 19. They were obviously nervous as they began looking through the racks of clothes. The girl looked at us. I think she was wondering why my nipples were on such prominent display. The guy she was with looked too nervous to give us much attention as if he didn't think they should be there. We continued to look at the kinkier clothes as the couple moved into a different side of the store. Gwen whispered in my ear, "That's where the bondage gear is located." I must have looked surprised because she added, "They don't have a great selection. Mostly cheap 50 Shades kind of stuff. But it is perfect for those kids."

The store had a section of novelty wedding party favors. Those were not of interest to us beyond giving us a laugh. A few minutes later Gwen steered me toward the bondage area. I was sure they didn't have anything a skilled dominatrix like Gwen didn't have, but I think she wanted to make the youngsters nervous. I knew she liked teasing people, but I thought this was a bit over the line. But I didn't say anything. It wasn't my place to offer an opinion.

The guy may have seemed nervous about his girlfriend looking at lingerie, but now she seemed to be the nervous one as he was picking up cuffs, crops and the like. I sensed he wanted to try things that she was not comfortable with but had agreed to come and look. Gwen, being a helper, just walked up as the girl was holding a paddle and offered her own opinion. "Never buy a light weight paddle. It will be noisy but you won't feel it."

I felt bad for the girl because she was obviously embarrassed. Actually mortified might be the right word. Her guy looked pretty nervous too. Thomas now joined us and that seemed to calm the guy a bit. Turns out they were college students and had been dating only a month. She had read 50 Shades but he wasn't so sure about the lifestyle. Gwen and Thomas spent a short time describing some of the items and their experiences. I was pretty much shut out of the conversation, although they did introduce me as their slave. Both the kids ears perked up when they heard that. The guy seemed most interested in knowing if I really did anything they told me. It turns out his main turn on was trying to fuck his girl in the ass. She didn't want to do that, but she though being tied up might be fun. I didn't have the heart to mention to her that if her guy tied her up, he could take her ass and there was nothing she could do about it. Then again, maybe she did know that and was counting on him to take advantage of her. I suppose it wasn't a surprise when Thomas suggested we give them a short demonstration of the lifestyle. I watched as he picked up a short cane from the display rack. It was about 18 inches long and thin. It looked like it went against Mistress Gwen's comment never to use a lightweight paddle, but I suppose it was a good starter cane because how bad could it hurt? I was about to find out.

I watched Robert signal to the shop owner. "We'll take this, but I want to test it." She laughed. I'm sure she knew he had used much larger canes. He then told me to turn around, lift my dress and bend over. Having spent a day out of subspace, it felt great to receive a command from him. I moved so the young couple would have a good view of my ass and did what he commanded.

"Susan loves to be spanked," he told them. "This cane is hardly heavy enough for her to notice, but it will sting and should leave some nice marks. If you are new to the lifestyle, this would probably seem extreme, but it is not."

I couldn't see their reaction, but I felt his display of authority. I was actually surprised how much the little thing did sting. I had to suppress a yell. After my Master had bragged how I took much worse, I didn't want to scare the kids off by making seem like I was hurt. The second swat was about the same force, but now that I was prepared, it was easier not to make a sound. I looked up and saw the shopkeeper watching. It didn't seem like the kind of place where a sub would get canned on a regular basis. But since we were the only customers in the place, she seemed fine with letting use do a quick session. Gwen described the ins and outs of caning. She recommended they start with spanking and then get a paddle if they liked it. Thomas told them he wanted me to have "stripes" for their next stop. He started working on the backs of my thighs. He was much more forceful as well. It was impossible for me not to react as he inflicted a row of eight cane marks on the back of each of my thighs. He then had me stand up and turn toward to face him. He repeated the lashes on the front of my thighs giving me eight tiger stripes on the front of each thigh as I held my dress up.

I think the girl thought I was seriously being punished. Truthfully Master's actions were turning me like nobody's business. The guy was openly staring at my pussy as I made sure to lift my dress a little higher than necessary. I don't know if he was smart enough to know how wet I was getting. I'm sure Gwen knew. She definitely was taking delight in my situation. Once my stripes were too his liking, Thomas stopped and told me to drop my dress. "Yes, Master," I told him, making sure the kids heard. Gwen then spoke up.

"So you want to be tied and spanked," she said addressing the girl, "and your boyfriend wants to fuck an ass. Do you want to experience both right now?"

"He's not going to fuck my ass," she told Gwen.

"You misunderstood," my Mistress replied. "He can fuck Susan's ass while I spank you."

I could tell she was conflicted, but her boyfriend thought that was a great idea. I could tell she was upset with him for jumping on the chance to fuck me. I guessed she wanted him to administer her first spanking as well.

"Come on," Thomas said. "He finds out if he really likes anal and you find out if you like spanking. Then everyone leaves friends."

The girl looked straight at me. "And you'll let him fuck your ass just because they said to?"

"The answer is yes," I told them. "I love my Master and Mistress. If they tell me to fuck him, I will fuck him." I didn't tell her I loved getting it up the ass as well.

I could tell the girl was pondering her options. Thomas picked up a set cuffs and took them over to the counter. "We'll take these and the cane. I'll need a bottle of lube too. Can we use your office for a few minutes, Kelly?"

"For you Thomas, no problem," was her reply. "Just don't take too long. We are usually not this slow on Sunday afternoon."

My master paid for the items and tossed the bottle of lube to me. "Take him into the office and let him fuck your ass." I looked at the guy and said, "Let's go." I couldn't look at the girl. I sensed she really wasn't into what was happening. But my feelings on the matter didn't matter. Master had given me a command and the girl's boyfriend sure didn't seem to mind if it bothered me because he willingly came with me into the office. I expected the girl to follow with my Master and Mistress. They could be very persuasive and if Mistress wanted to be the first to spank her, I assumed she would be successful. But they didn't. I found myself alone with the guy. He seemed giddy, but not sure how to handle me. If he was dominant like he girl wanted, even if she didn't know it yet, he would have taken charge and told me how he wanted me. It was clear I was going to need to take control of this encounter. Fortunately since last night with Katherine, I had some experience.

I told him to take his pants off and to get his cock hard for me. I figured that wouldn't be too difficult for him. I unbuttoned my dress and slipped it off. It was easy for me to get naked. I knew that was why my Mistress had chosen this outfit, although I didn't think she intended me to be nude in this office. There was a dirty looking couch that seemed like the best place for this to happen so I sat down and spread my legs. The guy was stroking himself while he watched me. I spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy. Looking at his cock, I wasn't expecting much pleasure for myself. He was below average of stature in the dick department so I knew my enjoyment was going to be psychological because I was pleasing my Master by fucking this guy. I hoped by showing my devotion to him, I would receive a pleasurable reward later. But I couldn't worry about that. I enjoyed rubbing my pussy, but I knew we didn't have time for me to get myself off. Besides, I didn't have permission to do that anyway and if I had, I was apprehensive the kid would cum before he had a chance to experience my backside. Sometimes a sub has to worry about strange things in order to complete her task.

Satisfied the kid was hard enough to fuck me to the best of his ability, I squeezed some lube on my fingers and then tossed him the bottle. "Grease up your cock nice and slick," I told him. At the same time I repositioned myself on the couch on my knees facing over the back. I then reached around my ass and lubed up my hole as best I could. "Don't worry about hurting me," I told him. "I love anal sex and I've had much bigger cocks than yours up there."

After I said that I realized that might have sounded like I was putting him down. I suppose I was a bit. But I didn't want him to be gentle. My only hope of getting some pleasure from him was if he could give me a rough ride. I took my hands and spread my cheeks giving him a clean view of his target. "You can spank me too while you fuck me if you want," I told him. I figured maybe if he spanked me while he fucked me he would be open to the idea of giving his girlfriend what she wanted. At first I was worried he was chickening out because he didn't immediately move into position behind me. But soon enough I felt his cockhead pressing against my backdoor. I took a big breath trying to relax. I may have experience getting it up the ass, but the first thrust was always a challenge. Happily he pushed just as I relaxed and he popped inside of me. I let go of my cheeks and reached between my legs with my right hand. I only needed my left hand to stabilize myself against the couch so I could take a bit of my own pleasure with my right.

I give the kid a bit of credit. He was better than I anticipated, although his technique could not make up for his lack of stature. His girlfriend still had not come in so I guessed she had changed her mind about the spanking. I was disappointed because I knew Mistress Gwen would have enjoyed breaking her in, but the lifestyle isn't for everyone. Her boyfriend was probably a good choice if she ever decided to try anal because he wouldn't stretch her too much for her first time. He also didn't last very long before spurting. At least he shot a good size load. I took some solace in that. I was also glad he finished quickly so I could get back to whatever my couple had planned for the rest of the day.

Had it been Master who just shot a load in my rectum, I would have, of course, licked his cock clean. But this guy didn't earn that privilege. Had he made me cum, maybe I would have sucked him, but since that had not been part of my instructions, he would have to clean himself. I found a roll of paper towels on a shelf and used a couple to blot up some of the cum leaking out of my ass when I stood up, but other than that, I quickly put my dress back on and walked out of the office. The kid followed me a few seconds later. He had a big grin on his face. If his girlfriend thought he had chickened out, it was obvious he had not. She did not look pleased, but as I said earlier, that was not my concern. She was holding the cuffs Master had bought. I wondered if she would just experiment with them by herself or if she still wanted her boyfriend to bind her. I had the sense that he might be out of the picture in short order.

Mistress Gwen was also holding a bag. She obviously found a few things to add to her collection. That was an exciting development because she always got the best toys and I was sure I would get to play with them. We said our goodbyes, although I thought I saw a knowing glance between the girl and my Mistress. The young couple stayed in the store as Master, Mistress and I went to the car. As soon as we pulled out they had be recap what had happened. They were pleased with how I handled myself. I wanted to hear about their conversation with the girl, but they offered no information and I knew better than to ask. I also didn't bother to ask where we were going. Fortunately it wasn't too far. Soon we were pulling into the parking lot of the adult theater that had been so formative in my becoming a submissive when I had still be serving my unknown Internet Dom. I was excited because this time I would be with people I had grown to love. I know they would protect me, but also thought they would let things get a little out of hand. The lot was almost full. We parked toward the back and headed toward the door. Mistress was carrying a small bag. It wasn't the bag from the adult store so she had obviously planned this in advance. That boded well for me, at least in theory.

Once inside the door, I noticed a lot of guys hanging around just past the rope that designated the paid area from the front video store. Master waved at the guy behind the counter. He let us in for free. I would later find out the store would post whenever a woman had planned to attend and informed them in advance. Master and Mistress had obviously done that because there were many more people than the last time I had been there. Now I was a bit nervous. Not because I didn't think I would be safe, but because I wasn't sure I would be able to handle whatever they had planned for me. I wasn't surprised when they brought me into the theater and over to the couple's section. I saw two other couples sitting on that side. That meant at least four women were in the joint. That would explain the large number of guys hoping for some action. One of the couples was in the last row. They seemed to be keeping to themselves. As we walked past I glanced at them. I couldn't see any skin or inappropriate (or appropriate I suppose) hand motions. The other couple was down front and the woman had two guys standing in front of her. Needless to say they were not paying attention to the movie. I was directed to the middle row and before I sat down, Mistress unbuttoned my dress, although she left it on me.

On the screen a gangbang video was playing. That seemed to be appropriate, I mused. Mistress sat to my left and Master to my right. Mistress told me to spread my legs over theirs. When I did, she began to rub my pussy. It felt so much better to have her do it than when I did it earlier. I could still feel just a little of the kid's cum around my butthole and that made me feel nasty, in a good way. Master put his left arm around me. Then he started working my nipples with his right hand. I was in heaven. The scene on the screen (the woman was getting DPed while she sucked a cock) had me juicing and my asshole clenching. The fingers of my dominants certainly helped as well. Needless to say, I was soon moaning louder than the woman on the screen. The woman in the front of the theater was now blowing one of the guys in front of her and stroking the other one. Then she switched. I would have been perfectly happy to do the same, but each time we were approached, Master calmly said we preferred to be left alone, at least until later in back. I took that to mean they planned to share me with the group, but not yet. The only question was whether they would let me orgasm now or if they were just going to tease me.

It turns out it was a mix of both. I think it is just in Mistress' nature not to let her subs cum too quickly. She did edge me a couple of times and Master did add a few hard nipple pinches and twists into his play, but maybe twenty minutes after sitting down, they did allow me a loud, thrashing orgasm leading to a loud cheer from the assembled guys on the singles side of the theatre. I was allowed a minute to calm down (not really enough but not my choice) before Mistress took my hand and told me to stand. She didn't button up my dress, so my pussy and tits were now on display (not that I cared) as we walked out of the theater. I noticed the couple in the last row was now mutually masturbating each other. I hoped my orgasm had inspired them, although I had no way of knowing. I got another round of applause from the guys outside the theater doors. I did feel a bit exposed there as I knew technically nudity was supposed to be restricted to the spa area of the place. But I doubted I would be hassled and I wasn't.

There were some good-looking guys and some creepy ones. There was a young guy who looked like he had just turned 18. He seemed out of place and nervous. As I expected, Mistress led me past the video booths and toward the spa. I knew from my previous visit and first ever gangbang, the clothing optional spa area could get pretty wild. Mistress was carrying her bag and I didn't know what was in it so I could only speculate on what was in my future. They took me to the back room that had the two level, L-shaped bench seating. I knew that room well from my previous visit's debauchery. I expected them to pull my dress of leaving me naked, but they didn't. Instead Mistress reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out two surgical gloves and a bottle of baby oil. She handed me the gloves instructing me to put them on and then she had me sit on the lower bench and lean back against the upper. She poured a generous amount of oil over my breasts and told me to rub it in. A group of guys had followed us back and were jostling for position to watch me fondle my own breasts. The oil let my hand slide easily over my skin and my nipples quickly stood at attention. Mistress then dripped more oil down my chest and over my pussy.

"Don't forget your hot sex box, slut," she told me. "Make sure you get a skin treatment there too."

That was a command I was happy to obey. I kept my left hand on my breasts working myself into a nipple play frenzy while my right hand first rubbed the oil over my stomach and then over my pussy. I didn't finger fuck myself, at least not right away, but I relished my oil slick fingers dancing over my clit. My moans excited the assembled crowd. I looked at Master and Mistress. My Master was busy fingering Mistress. Surprisingly she was not drawing as much attention as I would have guessed. She was still monitoring my actions despite being played with and after a few minutes she told the guys that today I would be giving hand jobs to anyone that wanted one, but they had to agree to cum on me. I didn't think too many of the guys would mind that restriction. Two guys walked up to me and started unzipping their pants. Mistress added more instructions.

"One at a time, please. She needs a free hand to rub her needy pussy. You boys do want to watch her cum don't you?"

That was another dumb question. The only problem was the two guys both wanted to go first. I think Mistress got a bit annoyed with them and finally they decided the order with a coin toss. It was kind of exciting to see both of them ready to fight for who got the first hand job. I was just pleased that Mistress had given me permission not only to masturbate myself, but to cum. Once the pecking order was established, we got down to business. It's amazing how fast a guy will cum if you oil up his cock, give him a firm stroke and also provide him a sexy target for his jizz. Soon a line formed behind the two first guys. Since the place was packed, word spread quickly of the sexy, nearly naked chick giving handjobs and begging to be covered in cum. The line of guys soon had to curve down the hallway. There must have been twenty or twenty-five guys waiting to be stroked and deposit a load.

My fingers dancing on my clit were doing their job and I felt my own orgasm begin to build, but the first guy reached climax before I did. That's not to say his hot, sticky mess he left on my face didn't help my arousal. I did climax before the second guy shot his load. I had a loud orgasm that triggered his own. He didn't paste my face, instead opting to aim for my tits. I didn't mind. The first guy's spray was already dripping down to my chest and I knew by the time I was done, I would be covered head to toe.

Master and Mistress were enjoying the show as well. Mistress had her first orgasm about the time I had my second and about the time the fourth guy unloaded on me. She then unzipped Master's pants and went down on him. I still found it weird that I was getting the bulk of the attention, although some of the guys were watching them and starting to jerk themselves off. My line was moving fairly quickly, although I did have to switch arms because I was getting tired. I noticed a couple of the guys got back in line immediately after shooting on me (coincidentally both had chosen my face) apparently hoping to be recovered by the time it was their turn again.

Seven guys in and Mistress was bouncing up and down on Master's cock. That drew a crowd. My face had been completed coated and cum was dripping down off my chin to my boobs. I chose not to wipe it away. I had not been given instructions either way (wipe or no wipe) but I was pretty sure my owners would be happier with no wipe. A cum crust was starting to form on some of my skin. Pausing to look at the line, I had a way to go before everyone would be happy. My arms were getting sore and so was my clit. I waved off guy number eight asking him to give me a minute. I became a voyeur like everyone else watching Gwen fuck herself. I didn't wait too long, however, before I oiled up his cock and began stroking. My clit needed a little more recovery time so I waved a second guy up. I also figured I could get through the line faster if I doubled up. The guys didn't seem to mind. I think they actually liked me giving them simultaneous attention. One downside was they were no longer standing in front of me so both ended up cumming on the side of my face and splattering into my hair. I knew that would suck when it dried, but what is a slut to do? I waved two more guys forward. My only prayer was I would be allowed to shower and not be perp walked out through the lobby in shame.

Eleven guys in and I can't really see any more. A cum crust is forming over my eyes. Through a dried jizz haze I see that Master has Mistress bent over and he is doing her from behind to loud cheers from the crowd. I couldn't see to be sure, but I was pretty confident he was in her ass. I switched back to doing guys solo so I could masturbate again. It didn't take me long to cum. That didn't make me stop either. I had three more orgasms and I heard Gwen have one before I switched back to double-time with my guys. I knew for sure some guys were repeating at number seventeen because I recognized the dick. That seems weird to say, but I never forget a facial. He didn't squirt nearly as much this time. Nor did the next guy, another repeat.

Master Thomas stopped fucking his wife long enough to pull out and add his own cum to my collection. Of course I opened my mouth for him. I would have been fine having him go ass-to-mouth with me, but he didn't. He just jerked his cock a few times and let go a torrent. After that he said, "Good girl," although I'm assuming he meant me instead of Gwen. He then walked out toward the steam room. Mistress Gwen remained to be my security. We were down to eight guys remaining so she helped me out and jerked off half. She made sure to warn each one that if they shot on her, there would be trouble. The guys were so nice, none of them did.

By the time we were done I was the sloppy mess to end all sloppy messes. Mistress told me to button up my dress as far as my nipples. She didn't tell me to wipe my face so I didn't. I wish they allowed cameras there so I could have taken a picture. When I saw myself in the mirror near the showers I had a mixture of emotions. Revulsion and disgust mostly, but also pride for having gotten more than a score of guys to dump their seed. I'd cum six or seven times. Mistress I think came twice and Master once.

Mistress quickly made herself presentable and Master reappeared freshly cleaned after his shower. I still looked like a cum dump, although it was drying so I guess a crusty cum dump is a more accurate description. My dress was clinging to my skin as the cum dried in splotches. My hair was a ratted mess as sections had cum hair spray holding it in clumps while other sections were still free flowing. And don't even think of having me describe my face. Words alone cannot do justice to how nasty I looked and felt. And that was how Thomas and Gwen marched me back to the lobby. I'm sure everyone who wasn't involved thought I had been gangbanged instead of just pulling a tug train, but it hardly mattered. Of course I'd wanted to suck some cock and I really wanted to get fucked, but I was even more thankful that I'd been allowed to cum as much as I could. I knew that was a rarity in my service position and I appreciated the gift.

We were almost back to the front counter area when the nervous looking young man caught my eye. He had not been one of my jackees and I think he probably was too nervous to whip is dick out around the other guys. Gwen noticed him too and then looked at me. Neither she nor Thomas gave me permission, but I walked over to the kid. I knew I was pretty scary looking and I could sense his discomfort.

"I just took 25 loaded of cum," I said trying not to sound like I was bragging. "We missed you back there, but if you want to make it 26, come with me."

I started to walk over to the video booths. I knew they were not really big enough for two people, but as long as he wasn't worried about being close to me, we could make it work. I could tell he was unsure of himself because he didn't follow me right away. He probably thought I wanted money. I opened the door to the booth and waved for him to follow me. But he was like a statue. It was then that Thomas walked up to him. I couldn't tell what he said, but the kid began to walk toward me. I stepped into the booth and let the door close. Ten seconds later it opened again. I was sitting on the narrow bench. The kid moved in front of me.

"What did my Master say to you that changed your mind?" I asked him.

"He said you were not really the slutty skank you look like. He said you are actually clean of STDs and that you were a lawyer during the week and a horny slave on the weekend."

"Well, I am pretty much a slut," I confessed. "Especially this weekend. But hopefully I am not a skank in your eyes. Yes I am a lawyer. A damn good one actually. But I also need to be treated like this and I love it. So if you want me to jerk you off like I did the other guys I will do that. If you want me to blow you, I'll do that too. If you can look past this cum coating and fuck me, I'll love you for it. If not, I understand, but I have not had any cock inside of me for a couple hours and I really need some."

"A couple hours, huh?" he questioned.

I'd come this far with my confession to him. I decided to go the rest of the way. "I fucked a stranger at a different adult store because my Master and Mistress told me to. The guy had always wanted to try anal sex and I love it, so they gave me to him for half an hour."

"Just like that?" he asked. "Just like he offered you to me?"

"Just like that," I repeated. "Not to be rude, but if you're not going to give me your cock, I need to get out of here so hopefully my owners will find somebody else or take me home and use me themselves."

The kid was still nervous and froze up again. So I did the only thing I could. I reached for his zipper. I don't think I have ever seen a guy so nervous about having a beautiful woman reaching for his dick. At least his penis didn't seem worried as it stiffened in a hurry. At first I thought about just giving him a stroke job since he didn't seem interested in telling me what he wanted, but I really wanted some cock after being held back the last couple of hours. I leaned forward and gave the tip a kiss. Then I took him into my mouth. In retrospect, it was probably not nice of me to put my face against his groin. I didn't realize it then, but when we exited the booth about ten minutes later, the front of his pants had cum transfer from my face. He looked like he had exploded all over himself instead of down my throat. But heck, at least he got a good blowjob. Had he had the stones to ask, I would have let him fuck me, but I need a confident partner so oral was all he got.

As I exited the booth, I looked around for Thomas and Gwen but didn't see them. A couple of guys were eyeing me up and down. They looked more confident and I wondered if I should pick one to fuck. Unfortunately the guy behind the counter saw me and said Thomas told him to relay a message that they were waiting for me in the car. I wasn't upset that our visit was over as much as I wished I didn't have to walk out alone. Anybody who saw me by myself would assume I came alone and somehow that was more embarrassing than having my Master and Mistress escort me. But I didn't have much of a choice so I waved goodbye to my new fans and headed toward the door. The sunlight was bright and I had to shield my eyes until they adjusted. Somehow realizing it was still afternoon made my behavior seem dirtier. Not that the time was ever really right for a bukakke (or is it never really wrong) but I thought nighttime seemed more appropriate. I walked back to the car expecting Thomas and Gwen to be waiting in the front seat. I was surprised to find them fucking in the back seat and the doors locked. I had to stand next to the car watching until they finished. Thomas got out first, but Gwen stayed behind. Thomas said he didn't want "a cum covered slut" getting his car dirty so he put a towel down on the back seat. He then got behind the wheel. Gwen stayed in the back so I could lick his cum out of her pussy. She didn't seem to mind that not all the cum had dried on me yet. And that was the end of my second theater adventure. But it wasn't the end of my day.

Thankfully Thomas drove us straight home. I didn't mind looking the way I did for them as it reinforced my service to them, but I really disliked other people seeing me this way. Bruce was home when we arrived. It was a little awkward that he saw me used and abused, but at least he didn't make fun of me, didn't have any friends visiting and of course, already knew who I was so it didn't shock him. Gwen told me we were having dinner with Dean and Liz that night and I should go clean up. I knew it would take a long time to wash the cum out of my hair, but thankfully she gave me an hour to get ready. She told me she would lay out my clothes while I showered. I must say I was excited to see what she had planned. I also started thinking about Dean's cock and hoped both he and Thomas would DP me. For that matter, I hoped Gwen and Liz would bring strap-ons and all four of them could get me.

I thought my dress should be burned after soaking up so much cum, but I knew it would come clean and wearing it again sometime would remind me of the theater. The hot water of the shower felt wonderful. I luxuriated in the shower for about half an hour including shaving my legs and pussy. I then dried off and headed to my dungeon to see what I would be wearing tonight. Gwen did not disappoint and I became giddy in anticipation. I could only imagine the kind of place we would be having dinner where this would be appropriate. On my bed were black fishnet stockings and a garter belt (no surprise), four inch black patent stilettos (still no surprise) a black leather micro-mini skirt (of course) and a white crop-top shirt with a red heart in the center. What a shock, there was no bra or panties.

I started with the stockings first and then put on the skirt. It did not cover the top of the stockings or the garter clips. When I sat or if I bent over, my pussy would be on display. On the plus side, it would also be easily accessible, so I had that going for me. The shirt covered my boobs, but just barely. It also just hung in the air so any roving hand would have easy access to the girls and a stiff breeze would expose me. It was very thin so my already hard nipples were clearly visible. If I were sitting, anybody next to me would have clear access to finger my pussy or play with my tits. I liked this outfit immediately.

Master and Mistress had me sit in the back seat of the car as we drove over to Dean's house. I was ordered to sit with my legs apart, but unfortunately I was not allowed to touch myself. They knew the anticipation and my attire would be driving me crazy, and they were right, but I wasn't allowed to give myself any relief. For the record, both Thomas and Gwen were dressed very casually. I was the only one dressed prepared for action. That worried me a bit. When we arrived at Dean's, he and Liz were also dressed casually. That worried me even more. I had fully expected Liz to be scantily clad or even naked and bound. Their attire meant whatever was planned, it was probably for me alone. That could be good or it could be bad. I was going to have to wait and find out.

At first, everything seemed normal. We had a couple rounds of drinks followed by a casual dinner. I expected to be ordered under the table at any moment, but that never happened. We were just a bunch of friends enjoying each other's company. Had I not been dressed as I was, I wouldn't have thought anything was out of place. But obviously something was wrong or at least, yet to come. As it turns out, I was right about that. About 6:50 Thomas asked Dean what time the first guest was going to arrive. He looked at his watch and seemed surprised it was so late. "Damn," he said. "In about ten minutes." Gwen then chimed in, "I'll get her ready, Liz can clear the table." I didn't know what that meant, but whatever was going to happen, it was scheduled to start at 7. Gwen told me to follow her.

I had not received a tour of Dean's house, but we headed to what I assumed was a spare bedroom. The room was empty except for a large wooden box in the middle of the room. It looked kind of like a coffin (scary) but was a little bigger and it was standing upright. The base looked secure so it wouldn't fall over. I had no idea what it was for, so of course, I had to ask. Gwen handed me her phone. The browser was open to Craigslist and one ad in particular.

"Our slut needs blowjob practice on Sunday night. You come to the house and use our gloryhole. She takes care of you. You cum, you leave. No money, no questions asked. Must be clean. Schedule via email, first served, first cum."

She then continued, "Dean built this for Liz. The first time they tried the ad they had 15 guys show up. It took her a couple hours. I think 20 people emailed, but probably some will chicken out."

Gwen walked me around the strange box. There was an access panel on one side and on the back was a hole right about average height for a standing guy. It was padded around the edges. The rest of the box was plywood. Above the hole, about eye height was a tablet computer. It was showing the inside of the box. Dean had obviously put a security camera inside. There was also a countdown timer. It was set for ten minutes.

"The video feed is on Dean's WiFi network so we can monitor you from the living room for security purposes. If any of the guys get out of line, Thomas and Dean will make them wish they never responded."

That didn't reassure me. "What are these two knobs?" I asked pointing to a pair of knobs on either side of the tablet. One was marked "pussy" and one was marked "ass."

"I'll show you," Gwen told me. She then led me back to the side where she opened the access panel. "This locks to keep you safe, by the way," she told me. I was not reassured.

Inside the box was a stool that best could be described a saddle in that it had an oblong shape and was curved upward at both ends. It also had a rabbit dildo and butt plug strategically mounted in the center.

"Dean thought of everything for Liz," Gwen told me. "Those are really vibrators and they are controlled by the knobs on the front. If the guy wants to buzz you he can." She also pointed out mounting hooks for binding me if they chose. Then she told me to strip. That didn't take long especially since she let me leave my stockings on. Then she greased up the vibes and helped me straddle the chair. Both the vibe and the plug were sized and positioned just right for me and the lube helped them slide in easily. The front of the rabbit settled just right on my clit. I liked that. Provided the guys turned it on at least. Gwen then told me to have fun and shut and locked the access door. There was a faint light at the top of the box where the camera was mounted. I would later learn it worked by infrared. But more importantly, it provided just enough light to see any cock sent through the hole, conveniently positioned at mouth level. I only had to wait a few minutes before the doorbell rang. It was another couple of minutes before the bedroom door opened. Then I heard Liz's voice.

"My friend get's to have the fun tonight," she said. "As you can see on the monitor, it's really a woman inside the box. You get ten minutes. If you need to jerk off to cum in time, that is fine, but stick it back through the hole to ejaculate. I don't want the outside of the box dirty. Enjoy yourself."

I heard the beep of the timer and then the bedroom door open again and then close. Then I heard a man's voice. "Are you really OK with this?" he asked me. "I am," I responded. Now give me your cock."

I heard him unzip, but it took about a minute before his cock came through the hole. I guess he was stroking himself to get hard. I didn't care. I'd been dreaming of more cock ever since the kid at the theater and I quickly went to work on slurping a good load out of him. Part of me wanted to have my hands bound to feed my submission addiction (not that this wasn't submissive enough) but part of me was also thankful because I could toy with my nipples with my free hands. Customer number one wasn't really big enough for me to use my hands on him. Hopefully a future guest would be bigger and I could stroke him as well. But for now, I had to concentrate on getting this guy off. I took pride in it. Knowing I had a deadline (the timer beeped every minute to remind me) was inspiring. I took the first five minutes kind of lazily and then kicked it into high gear trying to make him cum.

It turned out I only needed eight minutes to bring him off and he rewarded me with a mouthful of yummy yummy cum. After the theater, I preferred taking it in my mouth instead of my face or tits. Alas he didn't ever turn on the vibes, but they still felt good inside of me and while I waited for the next guy to arrive, I wiggled my butt stimulating myself as best I could while playing with my nipples.

Guy number two arrived solo. I wondered if that meant he was a repeat guest who had used Liz last time. Soon after his penis presented itself, I felt the butt plug spring to life. I'd wished it was the rabbit, but such is life. It still felt good and was definitely arousing. About a minute later, the guy told me if I "did good" (although he didn't specify what that meant) he would turn on the pussy vibe. I took that as a challenge and began sucking him harder. I must have done well because the rabbit began to buzz. That immediately distracted me and I let his cock pop out of his mouth. Both plugs turned off.

"I am sorry, sir," I responded. "You caught me off guard and that was a reflex action."

"I only have four minutes left," he replied. "Make me cum in three and I'll turn them back on."

"Another challenge of the yummy kind," I thought. Unfortunately I failed to complete the task. He filled my mouth with only 30 seconds remaining. I did learn how good both toys felt, however, and when suitor number three arrived, I asked him to turn them on right away. He obliged me, but he didn't give me his cock right away. I imagined him stroking himself while watching me on the tablet. He even played with the speed on the rabbit a bit drawing a throaty moan from me. Then he fed me his cock.

That seemed to be the routine. Guys would come in and if I asked would be happy to turn on the vibes, but none of them seemed to want them up too high. What is it with guys who want to tease girls? They all got to bust their nut, although a couple came close to missing their deadline and I know one had to frantically have to pull his pud the last 30 seconds. I quickly lost track of how long I was in there. The seat was actually fairly comfortable and I could lean my arm against the framing to help steady my head. All of the guys blasted into my mouth. None of them tried to pull back and give me a facial. About an hour in, a guy did leave the vibes on high enough and long enough to let me cum. I don't know his name, but thank you. Unfortunately that was the only orgasm I had in the box.

I was sore and my legs were asleep when Gwen finally unlocked the access door. There had been about 15 minutes since my last customer left and he left the vibes on low. As a result I was seriously horny. I'm sure he had been instructed to leave me like that. My eyes had to squint to adjust to the light even more than at the theater. Gwen helped me dismount. That was a good thing because I would have fallen had she not helped me. I asked her what time it was. She said 10:45. I did some quick math in my head. Three and a half hours at six guys per hour. Twenty-one guys total. My belly told me that was about right. Add that to the twenty to twenty five I gave hand jobs to at the theatre, the guy I blew at the theatre and the guy I fucked at the bookstore, and I had a very productive day. Gwen gave me a passionate kiss and congratulated me. Then as my legs steadied, she led me back to the living room where I got a loud round of applause. The view inside the box was still on the TV.

Dean gave me a hug. So did Thomas. Then he gave me the bad news. "Liz sucked us both off so we're not going to fuck you." I looked at Liz. She looked guilty but also happy. Dean then chimed in, "But I have another toy of hers that you might enjoy if you need some more dick tonight." I started to answer, but Gwen answered for me. "She gets more dick when I say she gets more dick."

Everybody including myself looked over at her. "Now's a good time to get her some dick," she said.

Dean led me to the master bedroom and told me to get on the bed. He put a towel down under my ass and Gwen and Liz quickly bound me in a spread eagle. I watched as Dean pulled a sheet off a device it had been covering in the corner of the room. Thomas then helped him lift it and put it on the floor at the end of the bed. I'd seen one in movies, but never in real life. They flywheel and pushrod were a dead giveaway. It was a fuck machine, but it was missing the dildo.

Almost jokingly Thomas asked Gwen, "What size should we give her?" Gwen responded, "Let the slut choose." Liz then brought over five dildos for me to look at. Clearly the largest was too large and the smallest was too small. The middle three were options in my mind. I decided the middle one was the best to start with and Liz attached it to the arm. She then touched my pussy and announced I wouldn't need lube. Her statement didn't embarrass me. I agreed with it completely. A control wheel was placed next to me and Gwen sat down on the edge of the bed next to it. The guys then positioned the machine so the backstroke would be just inside my pussy so the dildo wouldn't accidentally fall out. Gwen turned the dial slightly and the dildo slide into my cunt. Whenever I was being used it was my cunt. If I was being pleasured, it was my pussy.

That's not to say, this wasn't going to be pleasurable. I was ready to get fucked and the prospect of not having a cock that spurts and goes soft was definitely appealing. Gwen turned the wheel and the machine sped up. Then she slowed it down again. I realized the range of motion was from tease to pound and everywhere in-between. Tease was maddening, the midrange speeds were quite nice and full power was a bit much. It would be good for a short time, but I could see myself overloading quite quickly.

"There is also a setting to start slow and speed up for random times," Gwen instructed me. "You have been given a little leeway in your bindings so you can move a bit to maximize your pleasure."

She left the machine on low. I suppose that was to get me accustomed to its fucking motion, but, as you could imagine, I hated it. I wanted it on much faster. What she did next was to retrieve a Hitachi from the dresser. She plugged it into an extension cord and then she climbed up on the bed. I had not noticed before, but there was an eye-bolt in the ceiling above me. She hooked the cord from the Hitachi through the hook and allowed it to dangle above me. She positioned the wand to hang right above my clit. But it could swing so if I move my hips too much from being fucked, I could lose the wand. I thought the rigging was both ingenious and diabolical. If I wanted the buzz on my clit, I had to hold still. But that meant I couldn't take the pressure off my pussy when the fuck machine went to full power.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she added. I watched as she went back to the dresser and got out another box. It too had a knob on the top. "This is a variable speed control for the Hitachi," she said plugging the end of the extension cord into it and then its cord into the wall. The Hitachi sprung to life. Unlike the dildo, which was still moving way too slow for my tastes, the Hitachi was at about ? speed. I moaned immediately.

Dean setup two cameras on tripods provided the final rigging. The first, he explained, was a wide shot of my entire body. The second was a close-up of my face. My torment setup complete, they set both devices to random and left the room. This time the lights were on. The Hitachi cycled down in speed, but the dildo sped up. Both seemed to be on different time cycles so there were times when both were on fast. I always came when that happened. But all to often the dildo was on slow when the Hitachi was fast or vice versa. That was more maddening. The different levels of stimulation made it difficult for me to let go. I also struggled not to move my hips when the dildo started to pound me for fear of causing the Hitachi to swing off its target. Honestly keeping the wand in place for its next fast cycle was more important to me than the pounding my pussy was taking.

I'd been through several power cycles and soul crushing orgasms when Liz returned. "It's been half an hour. You have half an hour left," she told me. My pussy was sore. I was ready to quit. "I've got one more thing for you," she told me. That kind of scared me. She turned the Hitachi off and turned the machine to slow. At least I got a short respite as she went to the dresser and retrieved a set of nipple and clit suckers.

She pumped up my clit first. It was already tender from the Hitachi and rabbit, but as she sucked out the air creating the vacuum, I went into orbit. It was a mix of pain and as the blood flowed into my clit engorging it even more than it had before, extreme arousal. She left the vacuum tube on my clit while she repeated the process on my nipples. They had been hard before, of course, but now they were on fire. She flicked the tubes a couple of times after she had removed the vacuum hose. Then she went back to the dresser. When I saw the clamps in her hands I was terrified. I was generally OK with nipple clamps, but given my nubs' hypersensitive state from the suckers, this was going to be tough. When she attached a wire to the same eye-bolt in the ceiling the Hitachi was hanging from and adjusted it to hold the chain between the clamps taught, I wasn't sure I was going to survive. She took off the nipple suckers first. She kissed them and gave me a quick suck. My nips were indeed more sensitive than I ever remembered. Then she clamped them. I screamed in pain. Liz laughed.

I was thankful she didn't clamp my clit. In its engorged state, however, anything above a dull roar of the Hitachi was going to make me cum like crazy. And if I tried to twist away from the wand, I'd end up tugging on my nipples. I didn't see that as an option. I was stuck. I kind of felt like a superhero (Batgirl again only this time naked) stuck in the diabolical lair of a supervillain using sex as torture to get me to tell them how to find Batman. Liz laughed again as she turned the Hitachi and fuck machine back on random. She sounded evil. "I only lasted 45 minutes until I went crazy," she told me. I didn't know if she meant 45 minutes total when I was scheduled for 60 or 45 minutes after being clamped where I was scheduled for 30. I think she meant the former, because the Hitachi soon had me edged and ready for a massive climax. Fortunately the fuck machine sped up before the Hitachi slowed down. My entire body tensed and flexed against my bonds causing the clamps to tug at my nipples. The pain triggered the appropriate response in my brain and I quickly orgasmed again from the stimulus.

Each successive orgasm caused my torso to clench raising my chest upward and temporarily relieving the tug on my nipples only to viciously pull them when I lay back down. I understood the insanity Liz had mentioned. I was no longer thinking rationally. I was just a slab of fuck meat. My pussy was getting pounded and my clit was getting buzzed and I couldn't stop cumming. I couldn't think of anything but sex. Nothing else mattered but the flow of nerve impulses from my pussy, clit and nipples to the pleasure centers of my brain reducing me to a state of continual climax.

At some point I remember the room going black, but nothing after that. I awoke in the same bed, unhooked from the fuck machine and without clamped nipples. I was still dressed just in stockings, but my shoes had been removed and I was under a light blanket. The room was dark but there was light coming from under the door. There was also an alarm clock. It said 1:39am. I got up and headed toward the light. Dean and Liz were in the living room. Dean was sitting on the couch watching TV. Liz was kneeling on the couch with his cock in her mouth. She didn't seem to be working too hard on him. It was almost if his dick was just an all-day sucker and she was just enjoying it. Thomas and Gwen were nowhere to be seen. Dean looked up at me.

"Welcome back, sleepyhead," he said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You lasted about ten minutes longer than Liz before you passed out. Thomas and Gwen went home. You can catch a ride to the office tomorrow with Liz. Now that you are up and we know you survived, we can go to bed. There is another bedroom next to the master that you can sleep in. Goodnight."

He sounded very dismissive so I just turned and slowly walked out of the room. It was all so surreal. I found the other bedroom and crawled into bed. I could hear Dean and Liz going into the master and then moments later I heard him start to fuck her. I would have loved to join them, but I didn't have the strength. I didn't even have the strength to masturbate. I fell asleep to the sound of their love making and dreamed about what could possibly come next for me.