Fuckerware Party

The Fuckerware Party -- Chapter 09 By Tappy McWidestance

Ronda was staring at the chastity panty Toni had fitted on me at my mistress' direction.

"Take off the dress. Let's see if you have any other surprises," she commanded me.

I quickly shed my garment. For good measure I slipped off my bra even though she hadn't asked for it and dropped it on the floor.

"Nice. Miss Goodie Good Suburban Housewife has a dark side does she," she said rhetorically. "I knew you wouldn't find what you needed at Club Uno, but how did you find yourself wearing that? Did you do it yourself or did that cute girl you were with do it to you?" she asked.

"My mistress' other slave did it to me. She didn't want me letting myself get picked up at the bar."

"Doesn't she trust you?"

"It was sort of a special night. I was in charge of recruiting Lisette, the other girl you saw, into our group of mistresses and slaves."

"This I have to hear about. Talk," she said.

For the next half hour I talked and she interrogated me on everything that happened to me and everything about the group. I stood their naked before her. She had me put my hands behind my back to improve the posture of my breasts, but she did not restrain me. She stood for a while, then pulled a chair from the kitchen and sat down in front of me. She didn't sit like a lady. She sat like a guy, slightly hunched over and with her legs spread. Her right leg was out wide in front of her and her left leg was curled around the leg of the chair. She was listening intently to every detail of my story and telling it was definitely turning me on. My arousal was impossible to hide. My nipples were hard as rocks and my wetness was starting to seep out from around the edges of the plastic disk covering my pussy.

When I was done with the story I wondered what she was going to do. Earlier she had threatened to punish me and that was before she learned that I'd probably enjoy it. Now I wondered if she would really follow through. She didn't say a word. She looked satisfied and nodded in affirmation of an unasked question.

I watched as she stood up and walked out of the room, I assume into the bedroom. I stayed in the combination living room / dining room / kitchen and waited for her return. It seemed like I waited for ever, shivering naked in a stranger's apartment. I wasn't surprised when she returned with a collar, leash and a paddle. Honestly I expected no less. What was different, however, was the type of collar. My mistresses had always used leather collars which typically were lined with a soft fir. They were not necessarily comfortable, but they didn't rub my skin raw either. Ronda's collar was different. It was a large dog's pinch collar. It was made of sharp points that interlocked to form a circle. The hook mechanism was a chain slipknot. When it wasn't pulled tight, the points would just rest on the skin. If the leash was snapped, they would dig in. Ronda obviously liked her girls obedient. Or she liked to impose pain. Or both.

The smart thing would have been to flee. But as I stated in an earlier chapter, even when I knew the smart move I didn't necessarily make that choice. This was one of my life's defining moments. Fight or flight. It was as basic as animal instincts came. I submissively bowed my head as she slipped the collar over it. She clipped the leash to the hook and gave me a gentle tug so I could feel the spikes pinch ever so slightly into my neck. I held my ground.

"Good. You've passed the first test. How is your ass at taking a paddling?"

"I am experienced if that is what you mean mistress," I replied.

"No that is not what I meant and don't call me mistress. I am not your mistress. I am your worst nightmare. I get off punishing innocent little girls and I have no emotional tie to you so I will not care if you get hurt."

I swallowed hard. My risky decision to stay suddenly seemed perilous.

"I can see you're nervous," she continued. You should be. I'm cruel, but I'm not going to mark you permanently. I know you have to run home to your soft wantabe mistress. I'm going to have some fun with you and send you on your way. Your car is done and I have no idea where to find you. This is between us and is a onetime thing."

I watched as she dropped the leash and sat back down on the chair.

"Last chance. If you want to continue, lie across my lap. If I'm too much for you I understand. I told you that when we first met. Your mistress has denied me your pussy, but you have two other holes I expect to use. Are you prepared to give them both to me? A simple yes, mam is sufficient otherwise your car is downstairs and I will not stop you from leaving."

She put me to a decision point again. There was no bullshit with her. She'd warned me she was going to beat me and take my ass. She also told me she was going to use my mouth. I could assume I knew what that was going to be. Still this was exactly the kind of treatment I always craved whenever my mistresses punished me. Her spankings were hard, but they always seemed to be purposed toward turning me on more than real punishment and I knew an explosive orgasm was always waiting in the wings. Ronda was offering nothing but punishment. With my pussy protected, I wondered if I even could come. I took a deep breath and told her "yes, mam."

I submissively lay over her lap. She was holding the paddle in her right hand and was using her left to massage my buttocks.

"So smooth. Do you shave it?"

"Yes, mam."

I saw her arm swing before I felt the flat wide contact. It was hard, but I'd had harder before. I managed to remain silent, save for a barely audible grunt.

"Good. You can take a soft stroke."

I worried that she deemed that a soft stroke. The second shot, this time to the opposite side was about the same strength. Then quickly the third, fourth, fifth and sixth. All were hard, but not too hard. As Goldilocks might say, they were just right.

After the fifth stroke Ronda paused to rub my buttocks.

"Your ass has a nice blush. Time to turn it into a fire."

I took a deep breath. Apparently playtime was over. The next swat was at least twice as hard. This one wasn't just right. It hurt and I yelled. Ronda wasn't fazed. I was her arm moving again and my left cheek soon joined my right cheek on fire.

"Much better. But fires should always turn into an inferno."

Ronda continued to paddle my increasingly hurt ass as her blows became harder and more frequent. I was flailing my arms and legs, but she held me tight with her free arm as she continued to punishing my upturned target. I thought I would pass out from the pain, but thanking God for small favors she stopped. I was crying. They were not crocodile tears either. These were real tears from the real pain I was feeling. There was no sexual component to what Ronda did to me. She didn't play with my pussy. My mistress saw to that, although somehow I doubted she would have given me that pleasure anyway. She had not played with my nipples. She'd done nothing to give me any pleasure. She'd just beaten my ass exactly as she had promised.

"Get up," she barked.

It was tough for me to stand up. The pain spread across my ass intensified as the skin tightened when I stood. I couldn't help but rub my poor buttocks. I could feel the heat radiating off them as the blood flooded the tissues to help mitigate the damage. I'm sure I was going to be bruised. Mistress Sharon would certainly notice I'd been unfaithful to her when I saw her in the morning.

"Are you done little girl?" Ronda demanded to know.

For some reason, and this certainly wasn't based on the rational thought, I felt compelled to challenge her again. I needed to stand up for myself like I had done when I dropped the car off earlier.

"Is that all you've got?"

I saw Ronda laugh.

"I like that. I've got plenty more where that came from if you've got the guts to continue."

"I told you not all suburban fems are posers."

"Very well. I think we should go downstairs."

That was a surprise. I definitely wasn't expecting that statement. I was thinking more like Ronda drops her pants and I eat her to a nice juicy orgasm. Instead she once again walked out of the room. While I waited, I rubbed my ass some more. I hoped she was done with the paddling.

Ronda returned carrying a leather bag the size of an airline carry-on. Was everything she had made of leather besides my collar? She also had a major change in her hair style. Instead of the medium length locks I had seen before which had beautifully framed her face, she was now sporting an extremely short page boy haircut. The color was not black anymore either. It was bright red. It was quite a metamorphosis. She could tell I was staring at her head.

"This is my real hair. I like to wear a wig when I go out hunting for fems. It helps me get into character."

"But didn't you have a pony tail when I saw you earlier in the garage?" I asked.

"Very observant. I did have a pony tail. I wear that one when I'm working because the guys seem to like it when they bring their cars in."

She walked up to me without saying another word. She grabbed the leash and I had to spin around and move quickly after her to keep from tightening the collar. I left my dress, bra and shoes on her living room floor and followed her out of the door. Now I was glad there were no lights in the back of her garage as I walked naked into the night. I saw a back door, but of course she didn't use it preferring to walk me around the building to the front door. It was late, but there still was traffic on the street. I heard at least two horns honk. I wondered if either person had the good sense to call the police or did they just consider this normal behavior?

Ronda took me into the shop. She turned on the fluorescents and flooded the room with light. My car was there along with a red Corvette convertible and a black Mustang GT. There were also three Harley motorcycles and another one in pieces that I couldn't identify. I wasn't an expert in motorcycle brands. It looked Harleyesque but so much was missing I couldn't be sure.

"If you don't mind me asking mam, these looks pretty high end. What kind of work do you do?" I said

"I don't mind you asking. I do mostly customization. It is high end stuff. Engine tweaks, computer reprogramming for more power and some motorcycle restorations. Harleys as you can see. I just love a big twin between my legs."

"So which one do you ride?"

"This one here," she said pointing to a Springer Softail.

It had been customized, but with restraint. The chrome was immaculate. She must have meticulously polished it for hours. I'd never seen a bike that looked quite like it. She must have been scared to take it out of the garage for fear of getting it dirty.

I saw Ronda toss the bag onto the floor. It landed with a thud. She bent over and unzipped the pocket. My attention was riveted on her actions. Whatever was about to happen it would involve what was in the bag and it would involve me. Somehow I expected something more obscure than four leather cuffs. They looked like what I had worn before. The only difference was instead of the cuffs being chained together, they had thicker chains which ended in clips. Ronda retrieved a dirty stool which had been sitting in front of a tool cabinet. She set it between two of the cars and told me to sit.

She was quick in attaching the cuffs. There was no fanfare and there were no games. She then told me to stand and removed the stool. She pointed toward the floor. I got down on my hands and knees but she told me to lie on my stomach. The concrete was cold and smelled of grease and oil. It was dirty and nasty. But dirty and nasty is what Ronda promised and what I was glad she was delivering. She grabbed the chains attached to my wrists and pulled me over about a foot to the right. She then pulled me forward about 18 inches. I watched as the stretched the chains until they went under the Mustang. I heard a loud click as the hooks attached to something metal. She then walked around me. I couldn't see her but I felt my legs being pulled the way my arms had been. I slid backwards this time until the chains on my arms were tight.

I then felt my right leg being pulled outward and tight until I heard another click. The process was repeated on my left leg. My legs were spread. Not so much as to be painful, but enough to leave me wide open to anything she chose to do. The only problem was I didn't have a clue what she planned. I saw Ronda come back into my field of vision. She walked over to the outside wall between the two cars. She pressed a black button of the left side of a control panel and I watched as the Mustang slowly began to rise off the ground. As it did, the chains attached to my wrist cuffs also began to rise. I watched in horror as my arms began to be pulled upward. My body reluctantly began to follow. The stress on my shoulders was intense. I looked at Ronda and pleaded for her to stop.

"I told you. No stopping. This is what you need. Even if you don't know it yet."

I saw her release the button and then push a similar one on the right side of the panel. I couldn't see it, but I knew the Corvette was now rising as I felt the tug on my ankles. The stress on my hips was even worse than the stress on my shoulders. As my legs rose, eventually my back arched my spine curving downward as my belly button was the last part of my body to leave the ground. Ronda lifted my legs until they reached the same height as my arms. I was begging for Ronda to stop. As my body was finally almost level she pressed the left button again. This time at least she lifted both halves of my body together. Higher and higher I went until I was at least three feet off the ground. I saw her release both buttons and walk back toward me. I knew I couldn't hold this position much longer and I was not ashamed to tell her so repeatedly. Ronda didn't say a word. She did grab the stool and slid it under my hips. This took most of the pressure off my wrist, legs, shoulders and hips.

"Normally I'd suction cup a nice thick dildo on the stool so you could have some fun. But your mistress took care of that, didn't she. Too bad. I would have liked to see you on one. I bet you're pretty when you come."

It was hard to know whether that was really a compliment or was sarcasm. Either way I was glad to have the additional support, although being penetrated would have felt so good right then. Instead I craned my neck to watch Ronda walk over to a refrigerator and open the freezer. She walked back with two clear bags which proved to be ice. She must have prepared them long before we had even met. They looked like gallon Ziploc freezer bags which she had filled about a quarter of the way full with water and then laid flat in the freezer. The result was a thin, square block of ice. She placed both ice packs on my ass which was still hot from her paddling. Instantly I tensed and started thrashing as much as my bonds would allow. Ronda grabbed the bags before they could fall.

"That is unacceptable, young lady. I'm trying to prevent your butt from bruising."

I felt her sliding the stool further forward causing my hips to now take the weight load. My shoulders were also stressed again, but not as bad. I saw Ronda walk back to her work bench and grab a roll of duct tape. One thing I knew was the ice was bad, but the tape would be worse.

Ronda put an ice bag on each of my cheeks, and after a stern warning not to shake them off, she taped them both in place. She then thankfully repositioned the stool taking the weight of my stressed limbs. Ronda then ran her fingers down both my legs. She didn't have long nails, but my body still responded to her touch. I knew she could sense the shiver that ran through my body. Her hands explored every inch of my backside. I could feel myself juicing around the chastity panty and I silently cursed my mistress for having Toni install it on me.

After Ronda was satisfied that she had learned how half my body felt, she reached back into her bag of tricks and pulled out two fat nipple clamps. They were wicked looking and I was scared. She didn't say a thing. She was a woman of few words. Without ceremony she clamped my nipples. There was plenty of room for her to grab onto because my nipples had been hard as rocks since I first stripped for her. I recoiled from the pain, but it was only beginning. She went back to her bag and pulled out two weights. She assured me that they were "the small ones" but they felt like they weighed 10 pounds each as gravity pulled them, the clamps and my nipples toward the floor. Immediately I begged for relief. I'd never felt such pain with any of my mistresses. Ronda just laughed.

Apparently she was enjoying herself. Tilting my head up, I saw her slowly pulling her pants off. They were so tight she couldn't do that move fast. Despite the pain, my mouth began to water as her hairy pussy came into view. Finally I was going to get to taste her. Sans pants, but still wearing her push-up halter, Ronda walked back to me. She was ripe. The heat trapped in her leather pants had her sweating. Plus I was sure she was aroused from what she had been doing to me. As she came closer, I stuck my tongue out as an invitation to press her pussy into my face. She got within about two inches before she stopped. I struggled to stretch my tongue that extra distance, but it could have been two feet for all the progress I made, although I had a bird's eye view as she began rubbing her pussy with her right hand.

She had the tasty sound of an aroused woman as her hand squished through a very wet pussy. I begged again to be allowed to taste her divine nectar. I promised I'd service her well. I promised to return any time she called if I could just have one lick of her juicy slit. She said nothing. I was forced to watch. My arms and legs were being pulled to the breaking point and my nipples were being pulled down by weights hanging from my breasts, but all I could think about was the pussy just out of my reach in front of me.

Without question, Ronda was enjoying herself. Her moans of pleasure were echoing through her garage. She never called me a filthy name and she never did give me the pleasure of touching her pussy, but eventually she came with a thunderous climax. She had not been concerned about me in the least, but as she came back to Earth, I began to beg to me let down. My limbs had enough.

With the same lack of ceremony as when she attached them, Ronda unclipped the weights and clamps from my nipples. A fresh shot of pain coursed through them as the blood returned to my sensitive tips. She then told me to tense my muscles as she removed the stool. She could have just as easily unhooked the chains, but she was showing me that even post orgasm, she was in charge. I pulled with all my might to hold myself up as she lowered the car lifts, thankfully in unison to save time until I was lying on the garage floor. She then told me to relax and walked out.

I was laying face down, chained spread eagled on the cold and dirty concrete of her floor. How could I relax? At least the cool temperature was somewhat easing the pain in my nipples as my breasts squished beneath me. I tried to count the seconds until her return. I gave up after a couple of minutes, although she didn't keep me waiting much longer than that. When she returned she was sporting a long, but not terribly thick strap-on and was carrying a bottle of lube. Her intentions were clear and I was glad my mistress had not protected both my lower holes. I allowed myself to feel excited as she began unhooking the chains that bound me.

Ronda then told me to turn over on my back, but keep my legs spread wide and my arms above my head. I was disappointed that she once again secured my leg chains to the car lift. I could see her walk past me, her cock bobbing delicately in front of her, as she then secured my arms. Certainly there was an easier way to get me in the position she wanted. Back to the wall she went and up went the cars for a second time. At least this time my joints were being stressed in the direction they were designed to flex. As I hung three feet off the ground I wondered if she was going to use the stool again. Holding this position was bad, but it was manageable. I turned my head to look at her as she released the lift buttons. She was stroking her cock like a man ready for action and seemed to be thinking about something.

Apparently that something was the stool which was pushed under the small of my back. The chair was further forward this time instead of being centered. Apparently Ronda wanted my ass sticking out a bit. Of course I knew why that would benefit her and I was all for it. Still Ronda didn't talk to me. It was getting to be annoying. She made sure to grease her fake cock where I could see her do it by turning my head. She then ducked under my legs and in between them. As I felt the first touch of the strap-on's tip I had the strange thought of "What must Jim be doing on his golf trip right now?" Why had I thought that? It was much more likely that Lisette found herself with my Mistress's dildo up her ass at that exact moment, but I was thinking of my hubby.

Of course those thoughts quickly vanished as Ronda continued to press her cock into my ass. I was glad she had picked a slightly thinner model as it pressed deeper and deeper into my rectum. Without question my body had been craving this attention for the past several hours and it responded as it should. I was howling with pleasure as Ronda began to go to town on me. She was relentlessly pounding my ass and then to double up, she began to slap my tits. My nipples were still tender from the clamps and her stinging open palm hits did little to ease their pain. But they did plenty to raise the level of my arousal. I needed to rub my clit, but that was impossible. I couldn't satisfy myself both because of my mistress' precautions and because Ronda apparently still had little regard for my pleasure. Still I loved every moment of giving my most private hole to her, although I was still longing for her to use my mouth.

I don't know how long she fucked me, but eventually she tired of me begging her to help me cum. She pulled the dildo out of my ass. I knew she wasn't going to let me eat her, but I wanted her to at least put the dildo in my mouth and let me clean it. That was how I had been taught to take care of my toys and I needed something in my mouth. Anything in my mouth. I was feeling very oral at the moment. But it wasn't to be. Ronda removed the stool and began lowering me back to the floor. She stopped when I was about six inches off the ground and positioned the ice packs once again beneath my ass. She then lowered me the rest of the way and once again walked out of the garage.

I was left chained spread eagled for the second time. This time instead of the cold garage floor, I was bent backward over a pair of rapidly melting bags of ice. I wasn't sure which was worse, although in the long run I was guessing the ice was better for me.

Ronda returned dressed in a robe and carrying my clothes. She still wasn't talking. She dropped my dress on the ground and then released my cuffs. I rubbed my extremities trying to get circulation flowing again and then I got dressed. She told me my keys were in the ignition of my car and to come back anytime I needed auto service. She then pressed the button opening the garage door behind my car. I guessed our evening was over.

I didn't really have anything to say to her. She had abused my body for her own pleasure and although I had some pleasure of my own, I had not cum. Basically since the time I'd first walked up the stairs, the evening was for her benefit. Still as I drove home through the quiet late night air, I knew I had to see her again.

When I got home the first thing I did was go to the bathroom. It was messy to say the least. My urine did drain through the chastity cup, but it wasn't fast and it did spray a bit. My feces was fair messier. There was a hole in the back of the belt to allow me to go, but I must have had it slightly out of line because I had to wipe the belt in several places to clean it. I decided a shower was the best bet to clean both the belt and my greasy body from Ronda's garage floor. The shower did little to revive my energy and I quickly fell asleep once my head hit the pillow.

I slept for about six hours before waking just after 10. My cell phone was beeping indicating I had a message. It was a text from Mistress Sharon. It said that she, Lisette and Toni were having such a good time that she wouldn't be able to stop by and release me until tomorrow morning. Shit. That meant another day spent in frustration and without orgasm. Why couldn't I join them in their merriment? I had to remind myself that my mistress must have a reason.

I tried to busy myself around the house all day, but I was hoping one of my other mistresses would call me to their service. But they didn't. As the day passed, my thoughts kept returning to Ronda and how she had used me. I was juicy under my chastity belt, but that did me little good and only served to remind me how sexually frustrated I had become. I tried to limit my need to go to the bathroom by not drinking anything and only eating a minimal amount. I did pee twice, but I managed not to poo.

I went to sleep incredibly horny and looking forward to the arrival of my mistress. I was up early, showered, did my make-up and dressed as sexily as I knew how all by 8am. I knew I looked hot and hoped Mistress Sharon would concur. I wanted her to lose control, throw me over the armrest of the couch and fuck me. As I sat in the living room waiting for her it was all I could think about. I had every move she would make planned down to a T. Finally just after 10, there was a knock at the door. Funny, I didn't hear a car pull up.

I teetered over to the door as fast as my fuck me pumps would allow. I had a big relief smile of expectation on my face as I pulled open the door. Only my mistress was not smiling back at me. It was Lisette. And she was smiling ear to ear.

"Wow Tina. You look beautiful. I didn't know you ever dressed like that. You must have been expecting Mistress Sharon."

She said the words. As predicted, my mistress had converted another one.

"Thanks, Lisette," I replied. "I was expecting her as a matter of fact. Where is she?"

"She just dropped me off. She told me to bring you this," she said holding up a key which promised to relieve my two days of sexual frustration.

I was disappointed, of course, but I figured as soon as left, I could satisfy myself. Lisette told me to take off my skirt and she would unlock the panty. I felt no shame or embarrassment as I unzipped the mini I was wearing to impress Sharon. I also was wearing a garter belt and black stockings. This was definitely not my typical Sunday morning fashion, but this wasn't a typical Sunday morning. I had turned my back to Lisette as I disrobed, but I thought I could hear a gasp as she first saw my ass. Immediately I thought she could tell I had been paddled, but instead she complimented me on my sexy behind. In a way I was now glad Mistress Sharon had dropped her off because I'm sure Mistress Sharon could tell what I had done Friday night.

Lisette dispatched the lock and began to pull the panties down. I was thankful that I'd been able to get them so clean after going to the bathroom. I wasn't embarrassed to be stripped by another woman, but having shit covered panties would have crossed the line. I stepped out of the panties and sensed Lisette was standing up so I turned to face her. She was busy stuffing the panties into her purse. I assumed she was ordered to return them. I started to wonder if I had been replaced.

"Tina, I have been asked to give you a gift from Mistress Sharon."

"What's that Lisette," I replied.

I watched with glee as the bubbly and cute young girl dropped to her knees without hesitation and buried her face in my crotch. Just days before she had been innocent talking about how she was curious but too scared to explore her desires. Now she was on her knees ordered to eat me out by a woman she had just met. Another sister in submission was reveling in her desire to serve. I wasn't about to refuse this gift. Lisette obviously had been schooled Friday night and Saturday in the fine art of pussy eating. For a rookie, I thought she was doing amazingly well. She must have been a quick study because she had me bucking against her face in no time. Of course having been teased for two days myself, my body was primed for her tongue, but that was not the only reason why I shamelessly came all over her face. The girl was skilled. That was for sure. Maybe Mistress Sharon decided to keep her for herself because she was better than me at eating pussy? If that was the case I was still sure Suzy would want me. And there was always Ronda, although I wasn't sure if I could take more of her physical abuse.

After I was done quaking on her face, Lisette stood up and licked her lips. She still looked like an innocent pixie, but there was knowledge and satisfaction behind her eyes. I anticipated she would ask me to return the favor, which I would have gladly done, but instead she asked if we could talk. I said sure and we sat down next to eat other on the couch. I turned to face her and she turned to face me.

"Mistress Sharon told me she was just training me and that I would belong to another mistress? What's that all about and who is she talking about?"

"Well, there are four mistresses in our group. You had not met Mistress Sharon yet so it was determined she would be the one to pick you up last Friday and begin your education."

"I didn't take long for me to realize you set me up," she replied.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was sort of ordered to recruit you," I confessed.

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad things worked out this way. Sharon and Toni were amazing. Who is my mistress?"

"If Sharon didn't tell you, then I'm not at liberty to say. As they told me, your mistress will reveal herself at the appropriate time."

"Tell me about how you were recruited?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and began to retell the story. I had to watch my words carefully so she wouldn't figure out who her mistress would be. I also had to be careful not to mention my adventure with Ronda after everyone left the bar, although I almost slipped up because I mentioned a passing reference to other "opportunities." Lisette seemed particularly interested in my serving my mistresses while wearing the blindfold so I wouldn't know who they were. That really seemed to make her squirm. I filed that information about her away to share with the group.

"So how was it decided that you would be Sharon's slave. Did you have a choice? I'm kind of freaking out a little that she just told me I would belong to somebody else."

"You know I'm not sure," I relied. I work in the building that Mistress Sharon manages so it was convenient for her to begin my training before I even realized I was being trained. All of the mistresses like to have more than one slave. They have told me that. But Mistress Sharon only had Toni and your mistress currently only has one. At the time she revealed herself, I was only natural that she would collar me as her own, but now that you mention it, your mistress would have been a great fit for me too. She and her slave had been helping me move toward a submissive lifestyle without me realizing it either. I wonder if they were working together or were competing for the right to take me."

I'd thought about my journey many times, but I always had just accepted that I belonged to Mistress Sharon. I'd never considered that Mistress Suzy could have ended up as my primary Mistress.

"It doesn't really matter who you belong to, you'll end up serving all four of them."

"So you never thought about why you were taken?" she asked in amazement.

"Well, I know you were targeted because you are so young and cute," I replied. "I think I was recruited mainly because of where I work. I was an opportune target and the mistresses like the way I look. My boss is one of the mistresses and has three slaves who work with me."

"You may have been an easy target, but I'm sure your looks were a major factor. You are so beautiful and sexy."

Now was my turn to be embarrassed. Here I was wearing only a transparent blouse and stockings while Lisette was fully clothed and we were both complementing each other on how sexy we are. Lisette seemed satisfied with my response, but I knew the real answer was from a much deeper and darker part of my psyche. During my seduction period I learned that I craved submission. Maybe Lisette had reached that point already in just one day, but I was guessing she was still playing the game of exciting and taboo sex. On the other hand my body had been conditioned to need a powerful mistress who would punish me when I was bad and "force" me to act out sexually against the norms. It suddenly dawned on me why I had been thinking of Ronda so much since our brief encounter. The mistress group was wonderful and I always had mind blowing orgasms as a result of our playtime, but really our games were just that. Games. Everybody always came in the end and left with a smile on their faces. The dominance/submission component suddenly seemed like it was just a means to have an excuse to have large quantities of sex without worrying about the social norms.

If I was "bad" one of the mistresses would "punish" me, but the punishments were not that severe and were always designed more like rough foreplay. It struck me that one of the reasons I responded so enthusiastically to Ronda was that she actually punished me. She really punished me and expected me to submit to her. There was no concept that I'd be allowed to cum and Ronda really didn't care if I did. I was meeting some need she had and not one of my own. Or was my real need being met by her. Even though Lisette had taken my edge off by making me cum, I knew as soon as she left I would be back in my bedroom using my toys on myself. But would I be thinking about the group or about Ronda. I had a pretty good idea and that realization scared me a little bit. Then again maybe this has been part of Mistress Sharon's and the group's plan all along. You start a new recruit off slowly with "play" bondage and "lite" submission and then as they crave more you take more and more control. They had already set me up of dispose of Jim for cheating on me. Mistress Faith told me the truth would be revealed to him at the right time, but maybe the right time was when my training was complete, I'd be forced to divorce him and I would become a 24/7 slave. My mind started to spin. I craved harsher discipline from my Mistress, but I also wanted to believe all the husbands and boyfriends eventually were in the loop. The promised big group party / fuckfest had not occurred so except for Mike and Thomas, I'd never seen the guys involved. Maybe that was just a lie too.

All of a sudden I was over thinking everything and questioning everyone motivations. I had to sort through this. I'd never doubted the group before and Lisette really had not given me any reason to doubt them now, but I was. I told Lisette I wasn't feeling well and asked if she didn't mind going home. She said that was fine that she wanted to rest up for when her husband got home from the golf weekend. With her all too cute facial expression she said she was going to attack him when he got home and "fuck the shit" out of him. Over the course of one weekend she'd gone from mousey housewife nervous about talking about sex to wild fuck beast. It took longer for me to make that journey, but I guess that was what the group did to a woman. The next question was what came next? After she left I headed upstairs to ponder that question. I wasn't sure if I would solve the dilemma, but I was sure that vibrators in my ass and pussy would help me think.

Lying in my bed, my trusty silver bullet vibrator happily buried in my pussy, I tried to make myself cum. I was thinking about my mistresses and all the pleasure they had brought me, but my mind kept drifting back to Ronda and all the pain she inflicted. I didn't know if I was subconsciously beating myself up for the current state of my relationship with Jim and the fact that my own infidelity had led to him being seduced by Judy. I couldn't get myself off with just the vibrator so I went back to toy box and got a thick dildo, another vibe and some slippery gel. I coated my silver bullet and then took all three implements of pleasure back to the bed. It required a bit of contortion, but I finally managed to fuck myself doggie style in the ass with the vibe, my right arm reaching over my ass to penetrate myself while my left arm, running under my body held the second vibe tight against my clit. The dildo I had in front of me filling my mouth. I couldn't really do much with that because I was afraid without any support, I would drop it, but in my mind, I was stuffed.

I had a particular song in my head. It was an ode to oral sex by Bruce Springsteen called 'Red Headed Woman' only in my case, my red headed woman was fucking me in the ass with her strap-on while my husband was fucking my face. "I don't care how many women you've dated... you ain't lived yet til' you've had your tires rotated by a red headed woman... a red headed woman... it takes a red headed woman to get the dirty job done." Over and over the phrase "dirty job done" rang through my brain as I fucked myself and imagined it was Ronda taking control of me. This time, however, Jim was participating. I wasn't sneaking behind his back. And he was enjoying himself.

Needless to say this got me off. It was sick and perverted, but that was what my body was craving. My second orgasm of the day only fueled a desire for more. But I knew I couldn't get what I really needed by myself. I decided to call Mistress Sharon. The rule had always been that a mistress would summon a slave on her schedule, but I was craving her touch. I pulled out my toys and cleaned them off. I then dialed Mistress Sharon's number on my cell phone. She picked up on the third ring. I was afraid she'd be mad at me for calling on a Sunday, but she seemed happy. I thanked her for sending Lisette over with the key and told her she delivered my present with enthusiasm. We chatted about Lisette for a few minutes and then I told her I really needed to see her today. Unfortunately she declined saying she had plans with her husband. I asked if I could be included. I told her I was horny from Lisette's visit, at least partially true, and that I would gladly service her husband if I could get some of her special loving in return. But she cruelly demurred. She told me she'd see me at 7:30 Monday morning in the office as usual and then hung up.

I wasn't comfortable calling Linda, Suzy or Faith. Since Sharon had rejected me, I knew the others would not go around her wishes. That left me only one alternative. I pulled my skirt back on and straightened my blouse. My hair was a little messy from my adventure on the bed, but I didn't bother to fix it. Nor did I bother with a bra or panties. I figured they would just get in the way. As I drove to the garage my mind was filled with lusty thoughts. I almost got in an accident because I was so distracted I didn't pay attention to one of the stoplights until it was almost too late. I had to slam on my brakes to avoid running into the intersection. My heart was pound as the car skidded to a stop. I had to force myself to not think about sex or the dull ache in my pussy and focus on making it to the garage safe. Fortunately I arrived without further incident. Unfortunately the apartment looked dark. I walked up the stairs, knocked on the door and confirmed what I already knew in my heart. Ronda wasn't home.

Dejected I got back into my car. I couldn't help myself but release all of my frustrations in a crying fit and pounding my fists on the dash. I'd set myself up to have Ronda release all my passions and now she wasn't here. After I began to calm a bit, I realized I was in no condition to drive. I still had 6 or 7 hours before Jim would be home so I decided to wait for a while. I turned my car around and backed into a parking space so I could watch the front of the building. I didn't leave the radio on. I sat in silence except for the sounds of traffic driving past. I had the windows down, but the car was still heating up. The car was heating up and so was my pussy. I wasn't even touching it, but I could feel myself getting wetter as the anticipation built. I really wanted to touch myself. I knew I could get myself off just staring at Ronda's apartment window. But I also wanted to wait. The anticipation was tremendous foreplay. I sat pondering my options. I had been sitting there for over an hour and I could feel a wet spot starting to form on my skirt. Finally after about an hour and a half, I couldn't resist any more. I looked around and the slid my hand under my skirt. My finger confirmed what my brain already knew. My pussy was soaked. I drew my hand up over my slit and rubbed my clit. I let go a contented sigh as my little nub sprang to life. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes prepared to get myself off when I heard the roar of a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot. It startled me and I pulled my hand out from under my skirt and opened my eyes.

It was Ronda. She was home. She had her leather pants on again and a leather jacket. I felt myself gush a little more. Unfortunately right behind her a vintage Trans-Am pulled in. I knew Ronda had seen me, but I was looking at the 40 something man who got out of the car. He was standing next to his ride when the garage door opened and Ronda walked out. I had totally forgotten about her. They exchanged words and he got back into his car. Ronda began walking toward me as he pulled into the garage. She poked her head through the window of my car and took a deep breath.

"Masturbating while you're waiting for me fem? Such a nasty girl. Nasty girls get punished."

I lowered my head unable to meet her gaze. She was right.

"Well don't just sit there. Come inside and let's get started. You can meet Anthony."

She turned and walked back to the garage without waiting for me. As I watched her walk away all I could think about was "get the dirty job done..."

I slowly walked over to the garage. It was like I was sealing my own fate. I'd been willing to serve her, but I'd never cheated on Jim with another man. Waiting for Ronda I never considered that possibility. Still like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to her fiery red hair... "It takes a red headed woman..."

The Trans-Am's hood was up and Ronda was pointing something out to Anthony. They both looked up as I entered. Ronda was the first to speak.

"Anthony meet Tina. Tina's a submissive little fembot I met last Friday night. She let me beat her and fuck her up the ass. Now she's been sitting in front of the shop masturbating waiting for me to return. Isn't that right, Tina?"

I was burning with shame and humiliation. Again I lowered my head. I couldn't look at them. I nodded.

"What was that deary? (said with a mock English accent) I couldn't hear you."

"Yes mam, that is right," I whispered.

"I need about 10 minutes with Anthony to discuss what I'm going to do to his engine. Then we can discuss what I'm going to do to yours. Take your clothes off."

It was a direct order which left no wiggle room. She and Anthony again buried their heads in the engine compartment obviously talking about some custom job Ronda was going to perform. They were ignoring me. That was one thing I couldn't take. It was fight or flight time again and for the second time this weekend, my instinct to run away was overcome by the heat in my pussy. I walked to the other side of the car to shield myself from view through the open garage door and slipped off my skirt and blouse. It didn't take long. I kept the garter and stockings. I stood there nearly naked as Ronda continued to talk to Anthony. How could she just ignore me? I estimated their conversation only lasted 7 minutes instead of 10 when Ronda finally looked at me.

"Tina here is a classic hot pussied slut. She doesn't get what she needs at home so she finds a tough woman to give her what she craves."

I stood motionless as she pushed two fingers into my pussy.

"See that," she said lifting her fingers for Anthony's inspection. She's soaking already just waiting for me. Does your wife ever get like that for you?"

"You know she doesn't," he responded.

"What time is she picking you up?" Ronda asked.

"About 15 minutes."

"OK, you can help me then. Just don't get any of her slut juice on you or you'll get busted by her musk."

I watched Ronda walk out of the garage and head toward the apartment. I was rooted to the ground. I expected Anthony to wipe out his cock or at least touch me, but he didn't. Maybe he was as scared as I was. Ronda quickly returned with the same cuffs I had worn Friday night, a leather collar, a vibrator and a riding crop. She started by telling me to put my arms behind my back. Anthony seemed to enjoy cuffing my hands together. I bet his wife never lets him do that. Once they were secured, he took the opportunity to reach around a cup my breasts. Ronda saw him do that, but didn't say a word. She was busy putting the cuffs on my ankles and then the collar around my neck. When she was done with that, she slid her fingers back into my pussy. I swooned a little which I'm sure brought a smile to Anthony as he took more of my weight in his hands.

Ronda pulled her fingers out once more and hooked them in my collar. I could smell my arousal on her fingers as she pulled me toward an empty car lift. I knew I was going to be suspended, but how would she do it. My pussy gushed again in approval. Ronda told me to lie on my back in the center of the lift. If my arms had not been cuffed, she could have secured me spread eagle on the inside. As it turned out, she secured my leg cuffs to an engine hoist in the front of the lift. Again she worked the wall mounted controls. This time I was raised feet first into an inverted position. Ronda kept lifting me until my pussy was at about shoulder height before addressing Anthony again.

"Nymphos like Tina need strong discipline to keep them from acting slutty. I can keep her from cumming as long as I want to teach her some restraint. Hand me that vibe will you?"

I watched as Anthony retrieved the toy. Ronda immediately turned it on and shoved it into my pussy. I twisted in pleasure, a move Ronda stopped by grabbing both of my nipples.

"Right now she'll do anything I want to have an orgasm. Friday night I paddled her and whipped her until she begged me to fuck her. But her husband is coming home tonight so I have to be careful not to mark her. He doesn't know what a slut he married."

I watched as Ronda picked up the riding crop. I steadied myself for the blow I knew was coming. But instead, she teasingly just flicked it across my nipples. I moaned.

"She how she responds to a little tenderness. She knows I'm not going to always be so generous, but for the moment, she's trying to decide if I'm going to let her cum."

Ronda was right, of course. I couldn't believe how well she knew me in just three days. Even when she snapped the crop against my clit causing a wet smack to echo through the garage, my lust was not sated. I watched as she walked over to the wall again and raised me higher until my head was level with Anthony's crotch. His pants could barely contain his obviously hard cock. This was a new moment of truth. Another man was going to have me. Or at least I thought. Surprisingly Anthony looked at his watch.

"Tina, I'd love to stick my cock in that dirty little mouth right now. I'm sure you know how to suck a mean cock. But my wife will be here in a few minutes and I can't risk having her catch me. Maybe next time when I pick up my car."

I was shocked. How could he refuse? I gave a little moan of frustration to try and entice him.

"Ronda, I'm worried that Tina will make too much noise when my wife arrives."

"She's going to investigate where you got that boner, not Tina's vocalizations. Tina knows the score, she'll be quiet."

"I can't risk it. What can you do?"

I looked at Ronda and she pretended to think. I'm sure she had planned this the whole way. She walked over to her tool case and pulled out a red rubber ball gag. I'm sure all mechanics keep one in their tools. Ronda walked in front of me and unbuttoned her leather pants. I was staring right at her pussy as she slid down the front of her pants. Maybe she was going to finally give me a taste before gagging me. That would be torture, but at least I'd get something. Instead I saw her push the gag down into her pants and rub it up and down. She then dropped her pants a little more and turned around pushing her butt into my face. Anthony, being a gentleman, held my head as she pushed herself against me. My nose was forced between her butt cheeks. Her pungent aroma of ass, sweat and pussy which had been trapped by the leather as she rode filled my nostrils. After maybe 10 seconds, she stepped back and pulled her pants back up. She then attached the ball gag over my head. It had the same scent and taste. She then went back into the toolbox and got a blindfold. My final preparation was to turn the speed of the vibrator up before she used the winch to lift me to the ceiling.

"I'm going to turn the radio on so we can't hear the vibrator, but you'd better be quiet if you ever want me to touch you again," she shouted.

I heard Ronda turn on the radio. I wasn't too loud but was probably enough to mask the muffled buzzing. I had to try and hang perfectly still so the hoist chain wouldn't clank. It was not easy as the buzzing in my pussy and Ronda's smell and taste were combining to bring me close to the edge. I had to hold off until Anthony's wife came and went. I tried to listen for her arrival. I was shaking as my orgasm approached. It was going to be a big one. I heard the chain hit the hoist. I had to be still. If Anthony's wife saw the chain moving, she would look up...

I heard another car arrive and I heard a woman walk into the garage. I strained not to move a muscle or make any sounds through the gag. I heard them briefly talk about the car. She apparently didn't share her husband's love of engines. I wondered if she noticed the bulge in his pants and thought Ronda was the cause. Fortunately I heard them say their goodbyes. Ronda told them she'd have the car done by Wednesday. I made a mental note of the day. About a minute later Ronda spoke.

"There're gone."

Those were the words I was waiting to hear. My body immediately let go all of the tension that had built and I climaxed hard. I could hear the hoist chain banging against the edge of the lift. No radio was going to block that or the moans leaking out from around the ball gag. My body contracted over and over as I rode out a spectacular climax, the one I'd been chasing since early Saturday morning when Ronda took my ass. I felt myself being lowered as I was still shaking. When I got back to Ronda's level I felt the winch stop. I was dizzy from my climax and being hung upside down so long. I felt the gag being removed. I thanked Ronda immediately. Then I felt the blindfold coming off. My first sight was Anthony standing side by side with a hot brunette. His arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Honey, meet Tina. She's a special friend of Ronda," he said.

Anthony's wife seemed amused as Ronda gave me three quick swats on my clit with the riding crop. I squealed in pain and reflexively pulled my torso in toward my legs.

"Bad girl. You didn't have permission to cum."