Generations

Generations Ð Chapter 02 By TappyMcWidestance@gmail.com For Susan

Back at college, it was easy to forget last weekend, my mom submitting to my old high school rival and my own experiences at the fetish club. I could concentrate on my classes and pledging at the KAT house. What wasn't so easy was to forget about how I felt when Ali was teasing me and the amazing orgasm I experienced with Mia. I tried to put out of my mind what she did while I masturbated. But even that was a challenge because my new fantasies were tied to me not having a choice of what was happening to me.

I didn't see Ali as a possible Domme for myself. First off, she was my age and that just felt weird. Second, she was involved with my mom, and as we already discussed, that was a hard limit for me, and I think for my mom. I did think about Mia a lot. I wasn't sure she was really a Domme, like Ali, but she was obviously into women and had a kinky side to her. Maybe she would make a good hook-up, at least, and I could learn if I really liked women or if last weekend was a one-time thing. As it turned out, my sorority took care of that problem.

As I said, Kappa Alpha Tau had a reputation for only accepting beautiful women as members. Women who also were not against using their beauty to land a wealthy husband. On campus, to be blunt, their reputation was that KAT house girls put out. As you might expect, on a campus with no male students, that reputation extended to hooking up with women. From what I'd seen, I would say the reputation is well founded.

As part of the pledge program to join KAT, each Freshman girl is assigned a Senior member to act as a mentor, both in the inner workings of the sorority, but also for life in general, how to navigate college life and how to meet a rich husband, etc. As I first found out when I sat down with Ellie, my designated mentor, one of the unwritten duties of a mentor was to teach her charge how to make love to a woman, if she was interested and willing. I certainly was interested, but Ellie had a fiancŽ in Boston, so I thought she was out as a teacher. But she wasn't. She told me she was sure he would be happy to have a three-some with me or that she was happy to hook-up with me one on one since he only visited on weekends. I went for the one on one encounter. I found I had less interest in men since meeting Ali and Mia. I didn't know if that would become a lifelong thing, but in the moment, guys were out of my future.

You know what though? Ellie is beautiful and making love to her was nice, but she just wasn't as exciting as my night at the club. I mean, she treated me well, she went down on me, she licked my nipples and her pussy tasted sweet. But she didn't make me cum. I had to fake an orgasm rather than disappoint her. I couldn't tell her that, but she was just to vanilla for my newfound tastes.

I slept with a couple other girls from the house and my pledge class, but the results were the same. One was more aggressive, and she made me cum with her fingers banging away in my pussy, but it was a mild orgasm. None of them could rock my world. On my own, in the secret darkness of my bedroom at night, my masturbation sessions were filled with fantasies of submission and I always came hard. My mind and body were telling me what I needed, unfortunately, finding that was more difficult than I imagined.

Toward the end of pledging, Homecoming Week offered the potential for finding what I needed, although as a Freshman I was ineligible to compete directly. From what I was told, alumni from years past would arrive starting on Friday and stay through Sunday. We would host parties and dinners in their honor. One of the Friday events was a silent auction as a fundraiser. That may not sound exciting and in truth, it wasn't. Local people would donate items and services. In exchange, we gave them publicity throughout the year at other events. Students and alumni would bid on the items and the sorority would keep the money. It wasn't a big deal and we would raise about a thousand dollars.

But on the side, definitely not sanctioned by anyone related to KAT and officially nonexistent, was the personal services auction. Here Sophomores, Juniors and Seniors could offer themselves to serve the person who won the auction from Saturday morning to Sunday night. There were two types of auctions, one sexual and one non-sexual. Non-sexual auctions would be for house cleaning, car cleaning, babysitting or basically anything you needed, but not including sex. Girls who participated listed any prohibitions on their auction form for any kind of work they would not do. Mostly they ended up doing house cleaning, laundry and some yard work as it was Fall leaves season. Most of these auctions generated prices not much higher than hiring a person just to do the work, but the money went to the sorority, so sometimes one of the alumni would splurge and make a major donation. Sometimes, especially if the person auctioning their services was a senior, a group of Freshmen or Sophomores would pool their money and buy one of their sisters to clean their rooms. This was more to humiliate the older girl and the rooms were always messy. But it was always in good fun.

The second personal services auction was sexual, but not listed as such explicitly. The silent auction bid form always details which services were available, but for the sexual auctions, the tasks were thinly veiled code words. The girls offering their services also wore green wristbands as they mingled with the alumni attempting to garner attention for themselves. There was always a competition among the girls to see who could raise the most money and some of the values got pretty crazy. This part of the auction always raised many times the rest of the auction, even though there were usually only two or three girls who participated. I heard stories of couples whisking their prize for a weekend in the Bahamas with three-ways on a private beach or wild orgies back in a Boston mansion where the girl was a party favor. As I said, the sisters of KAT house were pretty wild so I wasn't surprised that at least a few of them would participate.

Occasionally one of the alumni would offer herself for auction, although that usually didn't generate much money unless a group of students got together and bought her. Looking at the whole setup, I thought it might be great fun if the right couple bought you. But unfortunately, as a pledge, I was ineligible to participate. Still I could watch as the process played out and I could try to figure which girls in the house might be a better fit for my new desires. The girls who did participate had to be pretty wild. Maybe I could find my Mistress among them.

Tonight, there were three such auctions. Two couples won a pair of my sisters and one single woman won the third. She was the person I was most interested in because she was buying a girl for herself and not a three-way with her husband. I talked to her for a while before the bidding ended to gauge what she was into and perhaps to entice her to hook-up. She was a lawyer in Boston, very highly placed in one of Boston's most prestigious firms. As such, encounters such as this auction had to be kept very discreet. Although she didn't say anything specific, I caught a kink vibe from her. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts to flirt with her, I got no offer to come back to her hotel. The girl she won was a Senior I had not gotten to know well, but I had the feeling they knew each other. Maybe this wasn't the first year the woman had won her. My sister seemed very happy to be attached to the woman for the next 48 hours, and the $1,500 the sorority was getting would fund the social budget through Christmas break.

As they were leaving, the woman pulled me aside and told me not to feel bad. She also told me next year I should be in the auction and "who knows what might happen." The party continued late into the night. I did entice one alumnus, there without her husband, back into my room for a quick rendezvous, but as usual, it was disappointing. She turned into a pillow princess and I had to finger myself to get satisfaction. The night wasn't a total loss, however, since I had new thoughts to fuel my fantasies as I masturbated to the vision of submitting to the female attorney. It was kind of stupid since I didn't even know if she was into kink, but I could image her dominating the girl she bought and dream of next year's auction where I might be in her place.

So, without a Mistress to call my own, I settled down to complete my fall semester of study. I may have very sexual needs, but I was also determined to become a self-made woman and not just a trophy wife. I had visions of being a lawyer. That meant I took a wide variety of classes in my undergraduate work and pre-law major.

My time at the sorority was wonderful. I had 60 new sisters and for the most part, they were all good people. There were a couple I wasn't friendly with or who just rubbed me the wrong way, but basically, I got along with everyone. But I was still no closer to finding someone who could turn me on like Ali had done. As a result, my weekly calls home with my mom became my surrogate outlet for my submissive needs.

Now you might say, possibly correctly, why didn't I just go home one weekend and track Ali down? Well, there was still that pesky entire incest thing. Mia did call me once and I admit I thought about accepting her offer for her to visit me, but then, when we were discussing fetishes, she admitted her number one kink was bathroom play. And peeing on people wasn't the top activity on her list. That became a quick hard stop for me and I told her not to call me again.

Instead I chose to just talk to my mom and eventually Ali would work her way into the conversation and my mom would eventually relate last week's adventure to me. She always seemed very willing to give me details when I brought up her Mistress. Ali probably told her to make sure I learned every detail figuring it would drive me crazy for her. She was right in one regard. Each week, hearing about another encounter or two they had, kept my masturbation fantasies primed and adventurous. Then came the task.

I called mom on a Wednesday afternoon. It was a glorious Indian Summer afternoon with highs in the mid-sixties. I had a break in my class schedule and had an hour free, then another hour of class and then I was done for the day. I rung up my mom on Facetime and was surprised to find her in her bedroom topless. If it was me, I wouldn't have picked up, but she did. She didn't exactly show me how she was dressing, but I could see reflections in the mirror when she put her phone down to do her makeup. I saw she was wearing fishnet stockings with the garter clips showing from under a very short black skirt. Her blouse was similar to the one I wore to the club, but it did have buttons. However, it was very tight and strained to cover her breasts. It looked like the buttons could pop at any moment. When I questioned her where she was going, she just said, "I'm not sure. Ali is picking me up." I had to get to class so I let it drop, but all through the lecture I had the mental image of my mom tarted up and Ali taking her someplace to fuck. The image had a physical effect on me, and I knew I had to get back to my room as soon as class was over to get some relief. If only life were that easy.

I rushed back to my room, locked the door and stripped my clothes off. Within a minute I was on my back masturbating. As usual, when I thought about how Ali treated my mom, my arousal came on quickly and strong. Within a few minutes, I was building to what I knew would be a very satisfying climax. Then my phone rang. To be more specific, my Facetime chirped. It was my mom. Laying there naked, I should have skipped the call, but I was worried maybe something bad had happened. I didn't even consider that I was naked when I connected the video stream. Holding the phone above me since I was laying down, she'd just see my head, but still. It's weird to be naked and video chatting your mom. Her phone was at a little wider angle. She was outside somewhere, and the top two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, although not obscenely.

"Hi honey," she began friendly.

"Hi mom," I replied. "What's up? Is everything alright."

"Um, I guess so," she said. "Ali thought you would like to see my task for today."

"Oh, she did," I said sarcastically.

Mom spun her phone around. I recognized the park as one near our house. There was a playground (currently deserted because it was a school day) and a skate park area where five or six boys were on their boards. Mom was still a distance away but they must have been out of high school since it was mid-afternoon.

"So Ali wants me to walk by the skate park with my blouse unbuttoned past my tits," mom told me.

On a side note, does it ever get comfortable to hear your mom say the word, "tits"?

She continued, "Then I am supposed to drop something and bend over so they can see I don't have any panties. Doesn't that sound deliciously naught and fun?"

"No it sounds dangerous," I corrected her. "What if they attack you?"

"Don't worry," she said. "Ali is here (she spun her phone around, and Ali waved to me) and if anything happens, she'll protect me."

I didn't think I believed that, but what could I do? At least the boys would all be over 18. Then mom handed her phone to Ali and I watched as she started walking toward the skate park. Ali was talking to me, but I couldn't see her because she kept the camera pointed toward my mom. I was glad Ali wasn't watching because just seeing her briefly and the fact that I was participating in their game again had my juices flowing. I didn't have to try and hide my facial expressions as I began to rub my pussy. As mom got closer to the park, I saw her unbutton her blouse further. I was getting lost in my fantasy and I must have moaned because all of a sudden, the camera turned around and I was looking at Ali. And she was looking at me.

"Are you playing with yourself you naughty slut?" she asked, although I'm sure she already knew the answer.

I said, "No," but I was unconvincing.

"Pan your phone down," she commanded, and I complied. Just like at the club, I was unable to resist her orders.

"I thought so," she quipped. "Just another naked whore who can't control herself around me."

A normal person would be upset being described like that. But I'm not normal. Her words turned me on. She then turned the camera back on my mom.

"I've seen you get horny watching your mom act like a slut, so enjoy yourself," she said triumphantly as if she was referencing the weekend I was home.

Mom was doing as she had been commanded. Not surprisingly the boys stopped their skateboarding to watch this woman old enough to be their mother strutting past them with her tits hanging out. When she bent over, I thought they were going to rush her. One came over and talked to her, but the conversation didn't last long. Mom pointed at Ali and probably told the kid he had to talk to her Mistress if he wanted anything more than a good look.

I wasn't surprised the boys all whipped out their phones. I was a bit surprised mom posed for them, including holding her shirt open and another bent over for a beaver shot. All the while, Ali kept calling me degrading names and tried to humiliate me for being so easy to control. I was close to orgasming by the time my mom made it back to the bench Ali was sitting on. I heard her say "God, doing that made me hot." I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise when Ali told me not to cum and told me mom to start masturbating.

Ali held the phone so I could watch my mom and ordered me to hold my phone so mom could watch me. Being in public, she wasn't naked, but I'm sure the boys noticed her hand between her legs. I could hear Ali laughing at both of "you bitches," as we debased ourselves for her amusement.

I admit this was kinky as could be. Even though my fingers were in my pussy at this time, in my mind they were Ali's fingers touching me and they felt just as good as at the club. I didn't even realize what terrible things she was saying about us. I was too absorbed into what I was feeling. And even though my mom was on my phone's screen, I wasn't focused on it. The image was just a blur of light and my eyes glossed over and my world was consumed by sexual pleasure.

I was so far gone, I didn't hear my roommate knocking and I barely comprehended that Ali kept telling us both, "Not to cum yet, sluts."

I must have heard her subconsciously because I was fighting my soul not to climax as I teetered on the edge. But unlike at the club where the order to climax never came, at least not from Ali, eventually I heard the words, "Cum for your Mistress, bitches. Serve me together." and I did. I came hard and I came loud. I can only assume my mom did too, probably with the boys standing around and watching her, but when I came back to my senses the call had ended and I was alone in my room, sweating and panting. It took a few additional moments before I realized someone was pounding at my door. I peeled myself off my perspiration-soaked sheets and threw on a robe.

When I finally opened the door, my roommate shouted, "What the fuck?" I could only feebly reply, "Sorry." I didn't try to explain. She probably wouldn't have believed it anyway.

Looking back on how easily Ali controlled me for a second time scared me. I was deeply worried that when I went home for Christmas break, neither my mom nor me would be able to resist Ali's attempts to get us to have sex with each other. I was already making plans to be away from the house anytime I thought Ali would be coming over. Fortunately, fate stepped in and Ali unexpectedly broke up with my mother. Mom was devastated, of course, but I was relieved. I mean, I felt terrible for my mom because she loved Ali way more than Ali deserved. And I was certainly going to miss Ali too. But that would pass and now the threat of being seduced into an incestuous relationship was over. In the end, I guess Ali was just not mature enough to know how good she had things with my mom fawning over her. Had she not been so insistent on me fucking my mom (or vise-versa) she could have kept us both separately had had to loyal and dedicated subs. Oh well. Life goes on.

I must confess, Christmas was weird as both mom and I were now on the market for new mistresses. I, being more tech savvy, helped mom begin an Internet presence on a number of kink related sites searching for new partners. I also helped her weed out some of the obvious fakes and people we deemed dangerous. Mom's specialty was finding different clubs to go to and helping me dress like the desperate sub I'd become. It was definitely surreal to go to a bar with my mom, both of us dressed for the hunt and cruising for a Domme to take us home.

Surprisingly, at least to me, mom had more success than I did with the bar route. She ended up going home with several women. I suppose I still looked too innocent or maybe too inexperienced. None of the women developed into long term relationships for her, but her attitude improved as she felt more desirable. Mine unfortunately did not. I was still not feeling good about myself when I headed back to campus, but the focus on my studies and the support of my sisters at least let me bury my feelings.

I dated sporadically during the Spring semester, both men (I had decided to try them again) and women, but never found the one I with whom I could truly connect. Summer wasn't much better, although I dated a woman for a month, mostly out of convenience. The sex was mediocre, but better than nothing. Heading back to campus in the fall didn't excite me, that is until I remembered I was eligible for the Homecoming Alumni Auction. Suddenly memories of the lawyer who liked to buy young girls put a spring in my step.

When the sign up for the auction happened, I made sure to put myself on the list for the sexual option. There would be five of us this year, four of which were part of my pledge class. I guess my class was wilder than I realized. For limits I didn't put down many. No blood, scat, pee, people under 18 or animals. That is the standard list although some girls add anal, BDSM and groups bigger than three. I didn't bother with those. If the lawyer bought me, I wanted everything. The night of the auction I was ready. My make-up was perfect, I wore a choker around my neck to make sure she knew I was OK with her being in charge, I wore a short skirt with no panties and a button-down blouse with no bra. The outfit was similar to the schoolgirl costume I had worn to the club, but not quite as risquŽ or slutty. The skirt was a couple inches longer and the blouse had buttons. I kept the blouse fastened even with my nipples so just a hint of cleavage showed, although my excitement meant my nipples were on prominent display. I also flirted shamelessly with everyone I perceived as a potential buyer, especially the lawyer who was again in attendance without a male partner. I didn't verbalize my eagerness for her to buy me, but I think she got the message that I would be worth the cost.

There was also a couple who took a liking to me. The woman had graduated four years ago. I found her sister class picture on the wall in our house meeting room. Her husband was significantly older, and based on his watch and her jewelry, they were loaded. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in them. I'm sure they would have been a fun weekend as I was sure the guy wanted to watch a lot of girl/girl action after we (I) drained his cock. But my focus was on the older single woman. She just gave off an aura that she had the experience I needed to quench my needs.

Both the couple and my (hopefully) soon to be Mistress wrote down their bids. They went back and forth a couple of times and a second couple also put in a claim. I had not talked to them, but I seemed to be drawing the most attention. Even if one of the couples won me, at least I might win the top fundraiser prize. Amazingly, the couple I had flirted with brought their bid to $3,000 which seemed to put them over the top. Time was running down to the end of the silent auction and no other bids seemed eminent. I decided to flirt with the lawyer some more in hopes of enticing another bid. She still seemed interested, but instead of going to bid, she asked if I could give her a tour of my room so she could see what had changed in the house since she graduated 20 years ago. I was happy to do anything I could to be near her. I also checked my watch to see how much longer the bidding would be open.

"Don't worry about the time, Susan," she said. I didn't remember introducing myself and names were not on the auction sheet. "Let me worry about whether to make a final bid or not."

I was happy she was considering a final bid. She obviously had made an effort to find out who I am. I led her to the stairs to go up to my room. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't far enough ahead for her to see that I wasn't wearing panties, but I was getting wet just thinking about her making that discovery. Once in the safety and privacy of my room, she walked around looking at how I had decorated.

"Not much has changed in 20 years," she said. "Tell me, do the mentors still teach the Freshmen how to properly eat pussy?"

"Yes, mam," I replied. I didn't plan it, but I fell naturally into a submissive roll with her. She looked at me with an inquisitive stare. Then she walked up to me and we stood face to face.

"That's a lovely choker you are wearing, my dear," she told me. "Is it strictly fashion or is there some meaning behind it."

She reached forward and hooked her right index finger under the choker. It was the first time she touched me. She also gave the choker a little tug pulling my head closer to hers. I was speechless but like during my first encounter with Ali. I puckered my lips expecting her to kiss me, but after a few seconds she pulled her hand back. She then turned and walked back to the center of the room. My legs were weak. I wanted her to take control of me.

"Last year's auction was a big disappointment," she announced. "The girl was nice enough and had a beautiful body, but she didn't properly list her limits. Would I have the same problem with you?"

My mind was still foggy from her touch and almost kiss, but I shook my mind enough to reply, "No mam. My list is accurate."

"Your choker says a lot about you," she said, accurately. "I prefer collars though. Is that an issue?"

"No man," I said, my pussy getting wetter by the second thinking this might actually happen.

"As I said, last year's girl was a disappointment," she continued.

"I won't be," I interrupted. Immediately I felt bad for doing so.

"I was going to ask, if you disappoint me, will you accept that you have to be punished?"

My head began to spin again, and my knees began to shake. "Yes, mam," I finally softly replied. "I understand." I could tell she knew exactly how her words were affecting me.

"Spin around and put your hands on the door," she told me. "Above your head like you are being stopped by police. Then spread your legs."

I couldn't believe this was happening in my room with the party going on in full swing downstairs. I didn't care about the auction at that moment. I could have already been purchased by either of the couples and they could be looking for me. But here I was with a woman old enough to be my mother, whom I prayed was about to feel me up. I felt her move behind me. Her hot breath was on the back of my neck and then by my right ear.

"I think you know what I am looking for. I am concerned you are saying all the right things, but that you are just playing to get a higher bid for the house."

There wasn't an actual question there, so I didn't respond, although my own breathing was becoming more ragged as her presence next to me was intoxicating. I then felt her hands reach around me and cup my boobs. As she did, her thumb and forefinger began squeezing my nipples.

"You liked showing off your nipples tonight, didn't you?"

"Yes miss," I responded in a bit of a half moan.

"If I purchase you, I expect them to remain available to me for the entire weekend."

"Of course, mam," I replied. That seemed like a no brainer to me. Then unexpectedly, she grabbed both sides of my blouse and tore it open. The buttons went flying and she immediately grabbed my breasts, much firmer this time, and squeezed. The sudden incursion took my breath away and I reflexively pushed my butt back against her.

"I assume if I check, I'll find your pussy is soaked?" she stated rhetorically.

"Oh yes, mam," I replied with genuine need in my voice attempting to entice her to check exactly that. She reacted by grabbing my skirt with both hands and tugging it down to my ankles. In a matter of 30 seconds she had stripped me, and I loved her for it.

"Just so we're clear, I am looking for a girl who will do anything I want. She'll eat my pussy on command, I'll spank her if she's bad, I'll tie her up and tease her and anything else I desire."

"Of course, mam," I replied wishing she would touch my pussy. "I understand exactly what you are looking for. I won't disappoint you."

She then spun me around and finally touched me pussy. My juices were leaking out and she quickly coated her middle finger and then slid it inside of me.

"I like this," she said while looking deeply into my eyes. "I do think you will be a better purchase."

She kept emphasizing the word purchase. That denoted power of me. She already had that and I would have done anything for her. But if her making a donation to the sorority mean she would feel more entitled to use me, I was all for that. I watched as she pulled her finger back out of me and then sucked it into her mouth. She then smiled at me, apparently happy with what she tasted.

"Put on a lightweight dress, the shorter the better and some higher heels. You won't need to bring anything else this weekend." Then almost as an afterthought, "I'll be taking possession of my prize immediately after the auction. You're coming with me tonight instead of tomorrow morning."

Without waiting for a reply, she exited my room. I looked at my watch. The auction would close in two minutes. I hurried to my closet to find a new outfit. I didn't take me long to pull the dress over my head. It was shorter than the skirt I had been wearing, although not as tight across my chest. That allowed my boobs to bounce a bit as I teetered in a pair of four-inch stilettos. Bouncing boobs meant nipples rubbing on the fabric of the dress. Rubbing nipples meant increased pussy juice production and I prayed the light-colored sundress wouldn't show a wet spot. The shoes didn't really match the dress, but I wanted to show I could follow directions and they made me feel slutty. I liked that. I had agreed to sell myself as a slave for the weekend. I was being slutty.

I hurried down the stairs as fast as my shoes would allow. They were already announcing the auction winners. First was the product auctions. As usual, they didn't raise much money. The personal service winners were next. Those generated a few hundred bucks each. Then came the "special" personal services winner announcements. Everyone knew what made these special, although it was not openly talked about.

I listened as they were read off in order of winning bid. I was surprised how much money the alumni were willing to pay. When we got down to two left, the winning bid was $3,000. That was the last figure I saw on my form from the couple who liked me. I had the sinking feeling that my Dominant lawyer had not got her bid in before the auction closed. The couple was the winning bid, but it wasn't for me. I felt relieved. Not because I wouldn't have had a great time with them, but it was obvious who I had the real connection with.

The final bid was announced with a fair amount of fanfare. As the top person raising funds, I was first brought before the group and honored. The sorority president also commented on my dress saying, "Sisters, if you want to win next year, you'll have to top this."

My nipples were poking through the thin fabric and I was self-conscious of my arousal scent. But I knew who had won me, and that was all that mattered. Then the president announced, "We have a record top bid this year. Please thank Sister Kate so her generous donation of $5,000." There was a loud round of applause as my new owner stepped forward. I looked at the sheet and the next closest bid was the original $3,000 bid from the other couple. She had overpaid by almost $2,000. I wasn't sure what to make of that. But if the extra money meant she felt a stronger ownership of me, then so be it.

I smiled as she approached, trying not to look happy, but not too happy. As she moved her hands forward, I noticed she was holding a collar and a leash. I know I had told her I didn't mind wearing a collar, but I didn't realize that meant I'd have to do it in front of my sisters.

She deftly removed the choker I still had on and then wrapped the collar around my neck. She had to reach around my head to buckle it. As she did, she whispered in my ear, "Don't fail me now. Show your pride to everyone."

I wasn't sure how to do that. I decided just to smile as she led me through the group and to the front door. I'm sure there were some of my sisters horrified by what they saw and how I would be treated when Monday rolled around was up in the air. But in that moment, I was on Cloud 9. After Kate opened the front door and led me onto the porch, she stopped and handcuffed my wrists behind my back, "So you won't get in trouble on the ride home." I didn't mind. I'd been dreaming of this. Once to her car, she lifted my dress as I sat down. My bare ass was on the cool leather of her Jag. I wondered if she would touch my pussy again. I knew if she let me, I would cum almost immediately.

Kate got in the driver's seat and leaned over to give me a kiss. I felt myself melt into the seat as I surrendered to her will. She then started the car and after we pulled away, she put her right hand between my legs.

"Tell me Susan, why did you choose to auction yourself tonight," she asked me.

"Well," I started. Then I paused. "I'm sorry, how should I address you?"

"Miss or mam," is fine for now. "I'm sure you want to call me Mistress, but that title denotes a level of commitment we have not achieved yet."

"I understand," I replied. "I have some experience being a submissive, mam," I began my explanation. "It was wonderful, but that relationship is over. I told her about what happened in the club and how I once masturbated for Ali on Facetime. I left out the details about my mother. The I added, last year when I saw you buy the other girl, I dreamed it was me you were buying. I've fantasized about it ever since."

"That is a long time to fantasize," she commented. "I'm not sure I can live up to that level of expectation."

"I am sure you can," I countered. "Just the way you stripped me in my room and the fact that your hand is between my legs is better than any encounter I had the last year."

"That is a shame," Kate told me. "Tell me about the last year. We're you with many girls?"

"When it comes to sex, exclusively girls," I confessed. "I've been with boys before and dated a few casually last year as well, but since my first submissive encounter, I've only been with girls in bed. But they didn't know how to give me what I crave."

"A strong, controlling touch?" Kate queried.

"Yes. Something like that," I agreed. "There was one girl who was aggressive with me. She was the only one who made me cum. But she wasn't really dominant."

"I see," said Kate. "Very interesting."

I sat in the seat passively after that comment because she started rubbing my clit.

"So you would say, you prefer an aggressive woman who uses you for her pleasure?"

"Yes, mam," I said excitedly.

"How often do you masturbate?" she asked.

Her fingers were dancing on my pussy just the way I had dreamed. They were very distracting while she interrogated me.

"Almost every day," I said to my humiliation. "Sometimes twice or three times. If I'm not busy with other tasks, my mind drifts to sex. I've been called a slut and I think it's true."

"That is nothing to be ashamed of, my dear," Kate replied. "You're young and just coming into your own. You should enjoy yourself. Scientists claim I've reached my sexual prime, so you'll be good for me. It's kind of a joke that women peak in their 40's and guys about 20. We'd have to be cougars to be satisfied."

"Do you date young guys too?" I asked. Somehow, I figured she was strictly a lesbian and the thought of her with men was disconcerting.

"Susan, I am married," she told me. That surprised me. "Well, divorced. My husband was submissive to me and I fucked both women and men in front of him. Does that shock you?"

"No, mam. It doesn't," I replied.

"Good," she said. "He met some needs I had, and my other partners met other needs we both had. He was very successful in business and needed to be out of control at home. I am also very successful in business, but I find I prefer to be in control at all times. This weekend you will meet that need."

"Yes, mam," I responded again. She pulled her hand off my pussy and said, "Well, here we are." I was surprised we were not at a hotel. Actually, I was kind of surprised we were not headed back to Boston. We were in front of a large, stately Victorian house.

"It's an AirBNB," Kate told me. "I prefer not to be in a hotel when I intend to defile a young woman. I like privacy."

I liked the sound of that. There was a long driveway which led to a detached garage in the back. Kate drove most of the way up the driveway and then parked. She unhooked my seat belt and then got out of the car. I watched as she walked around to my door. After she opened it, she took my leash and wrapped it around her hand several times. She then looked at me in the eyes again and spoke.

"I know your pussy is leaking like a faucet," she said. "This is your last chance to set limits or back out. If you go through this door, there is no going back for you."

I nodded in approval.

"I need you to say you understand," she told me.

I took a deep breath and then said, "I understand, Miss. I am yours for the next 48 hours."

She smiled and the moved her right hand to my pussy. She slid two fingers inside of me and started rubbing my clit with her thumb.

"You're just so cute, I almost want to make you cum right here."

I didn't see a problem with her doing that. I wanted to believe she would do exactly that, but I knew better. Ali had taught me that much. Kate was showing me she was in control. Seconds later she removed her hand and helped me step out of the car. When we got to the back door of the house, she told me to stand facing the back yard. I didn't understand why she didn't want me to see the door code for the house. It turned out I was wrong about her intentions. Instead, she unhooked my handcuffs.

"Raise your arms," was her simple command. I immediately put my arms above my head. Then I felt my dress being lifted. "I will provide any clothes you need for the next two days," she said as I soon was naked. I started to bring my hands down, when she chastised me and told me to lock my fingers behind my head. I nervously began to look around as it was clear we were not immediately going inside. The back of the house was fairly private. There were other houses, but I told myself nobody could see me. I felt Kate press herself against my back. She reached around me, one hand on my left breast and one hand on my pussy. She then started rocking back and forth.

"Is this how my rival danced with you?" she asked. Until then I had not realized she had put me in the same position as Ali had done. I leaned my head back, lowered my hands around her neck and moaned. "Yes, Miss," I softly replied. "But she would only tease me and not let me cum."

Kate chuckled. "Silly girl. She missed the joy of making your sub cum so much it hurts her to cum anymore."

I'd never really thought of being in that kind of state. Kate's fingers began toying with my nipple and manipulating my clit. I could only moan.

"That's right, Susan," she spoke into my ear, her hot breath making the tiny hairs on my neck rise up. "I can be sweet and reward you or I can be mean and punish you. Which do you want right now?"

I thought for a moment. "Miss, I want to cum more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." That was a bit hyperbole as I actually wanted to cum harder in the bathroom with Mia. But I thought Kate would like hearing that and it was almost true. Then I continued, "But more than that, I want to please you. If you want me to cum, I thank you in advance. If you want to just tease me and punish me like this or in another way, I will thank you for that. My pleasure or pain is yours to command."

Kate sped up her dancing fingers. "That is a very fine answer," she said. "Does it bother you to orgasm outside at a strange house?"

"No, Miss," I replied. "I will gladly orgasm wherever you want me to." Then as an afterthought, although I'm not sure where it came from, "In front of whomever you want me to."

Kate spun me around and then resumed finger fucking me. She had more vigor this time. Instead of teasing my nipples, her left hand wrapped around my butt and grabbed it firmly so I couldn't push away. Not that I meant to, mind you, but the force of the thrusts by her right hand was forcing me backwards.

"The first orgasm is free," she told me. "After this you have to earn them."

I nodded. I felt lightheaded meaning my orgasm was going to be spectacular.

"Count down from twenty," Kate told me. "Slowly."

My body, ready to explode already, shook as I tried to slowly count myself down from twenty. Ali would have stopped me somewhere along the way. That was the kind of teasing bitch she was. Mia would have let me cum but would have pissed on me as payment. Kate wasn't as mean, at least, not yet. Her fingering didn't lack aggressiveness, but she was smiling as if she wanted me to orgasm. I was a quivering mass in her hands and between my moans and shrieks, any neighbors who were watching got a great show. When I passed the number five, my mind finally believed I was going to get to cum and started a series of pre-cum shockwaves temporarily interrupting the countdown. I was still surprised Kate let me cum. I leaned into her for support and my pussy clamped down on her fingers and coated her hand with my slut juice. Wave after wave of orgasm consumed it. I rode her hand as long as she would let me as she held me upright. Then, when she released me, I collapsed on the porch.

Only after my soul consuming orgasm did she open the door. She then took the leash again and tugged on it. I would have gladly passed out on the porch and napped for a while, but I summoned my remaining strength and crawled behind her into the strange house. She told me to, "stay," once I was fully inside the kitchen. She then closed and locked the door.

"I hope you recover quickly," Kate said. "I have my own needs to satisfy yet tonight and that is your job."

I weakly replied, "Yes, Miss. Use me as you desire."

"I will," she replied. "But first you need a quick rest."

I crawled behind her as she led me into the living room. She had me lay in front of the couch on the floor as she sat down and turned on the TV. I was asleep before the first commercial break. I groggily woke up some time later. Kate was still on the couch, although she was now naked and lazily stroking her pussy.

"Oh, good," she said. "You're back from the dead. You can eat my pussy now."

It took only a moment for me to remember where I was and what I was expected to do for the next two days. I quickly got up on my knees and took my position between her legs. I used my hands to spread her legs slightly so I could get a better angle to attack her pussy. She reacted by slamming her legs together, trapping my hands in the process.

"Hands behind your back pet," she said forcibly. "I decide how much space you get."

I moved my hands to the small of my back. I would have preferred they be restrained as holding them there took more effort and my strength was still lacking from my earlier orgasm. I watched Kate spread her legs and her beautiful pussy came back into view. It was already glistening from her self-service and looked like a tasty morsel. I lowered my head and got to work bringing her pleasure. She placed her right hand on my head and began to lightly stroke my hair.

"Ummmm," she moaned. "I needed this."

I took my time and licked her slowly. Without the aid of my hands, there was little I could do to hasten how quickly I could make her cum. Kate seemed very content to let me work her over slowly. She sat back and watched the late-night talk shows while I knelt before her devouring every inch of her womanhood. After perhaps half an hour, she climaxed. It wasn't an explosive climax like I had on the back porch or like I had experienced countless times on my own fingers dreaming of this moment kneeling before my own Mistress. But she seemed pleased and I was happy to have brought her that pleasure. Kate ordered me to bring her a glass of water from the kitchen and told me I should get one for myself as well. I made the mistake of sitting on the couch next to her as I handed her the glass. She pointed to the floor and I immediately took up residence at her feet once again.

"That's a demerit," she told me. "You are always to sit at my feet unless I give you permission otherwise."

"Yes, Mam," I replied, my eyes downcast and unable to look at her.

"As I told you, I believe in giving my subs pleasure," she said. "But remember, you have to earn it. I will give you reward points you can trade in for orgasms or lesser pleasures in exchange for lesser point values. But your demerits have to be paid for with punishments."

"I understand, Mam," I said, although I really didn't. I figured I would learn as we went.

"Making me cum earns you five points," Kate told me. "Getting the glass of water without hesitation is another one. But you sat on the couch. That's a demerit. I can subtract it from your total of six positives or you can earn its removal."

"How many points do I have to earn to be able to cum again, Miss?" I asked. I almost said Mistress, but I caught myself.

"As a novice in your first day of service, ten. The number goes up as you learn more. Fifteen tomorrow and twenty on Sunday would be a normal progression, although if you please me and I feel generous, those numbers can be adjusted down."

"I think I understand," I replied, although I was still confused. "What does five points get me?"

Kate stopped to think for a moment. "Five points can be traded to share my bed tonight. Otherwise you sleep alone."

I assumed we would sleep together. It was one of the things I had been dreaming of since my encounters with my sorority sisters rarely culminated in that happening. I made a mental not to save five points so that could happen.

"Miss, how do I work off the demerit I earned?"

"That will change based on the infraction, but sitting on the couch was minor as you were delivering my water," she said. "Ten spanks on each cheek should do it."

"OK," I said. "Can we do that now?"

"Yes," was her reply and that made my heart leap for joy. "Lay over my lap," she said while handing me her glass to set on the table next to the couch.

Another of my dreams was about to come true as I draped myself over her legs. She didn't ask if I was ready to begin. She just firmly slapped my right butt cheek.

"Count along and thank me for each stroke or they don't count," Kate told me. She then swatted my right cheek again.

"One, Miss," I called out to her. "Thank you."

It was difficult because my butt was stinging. But I wanted to please her. She then struck my left ass cheek. "Two," I shouted. "Thank you, Mam."

"No, no, no," she corrected me. "That was number one on that side. I said you earned ten on each side. How will we know when we are done if you mix the count together? Try again."

She struck my left side for the second time, but I called out, "One," with the obligatory, "Thank You," immediately after.

"Very good," she commended me before spanking my right cheek again. I called out, "Two, thank you." Then she hit my right cheek again. "Three, thank you!" I nearly screamed as she had increased her force. Miss would alternate sides and the number of spanks in sequence to try and trip me up. Keeping the proper track was difficult as her blows really hurt, my ass was on fire and my arousal was building. Fortunately, I had only earned ten swats per side. Had it been more, the mixture of emotions I was experiencing would have made it more difficult to keep track and any mistakes would have earned an increased number of blows. When both cheeks had received their ten spanks, Kate congratulated me and told me my demerit had been wiped clean. She then stuck her hand between my legs and began to rub my pussy.

I knew I was getting aroused by her spanking, but I had not realized just how wet I was until she touched me. Her comment that I was leaking like a faucet defined what was happening. I had six points earned at that point, so I didn't expect her to finger me to an orgasm, but I certainly was enjoying her touch. Then she surprised me.

"I will only charge you one point for me to edge you," she offered. I expected that if she chose to tease me in that way, I would earn points toward my eventual orgasm. I shouldn't have to pay to be teased. But she was making that offer as if it was a gift she would give me. Of course, her fingers were already teasing me and that felt great. The heat from my ass had radiated into my pussy and having her touch me was amazing. Kate probably knew I couldn't resist her giving me pleasure at that point, even if I knew it would be fleeting and would leave me frustrated. One point seemed like a small price to pay, even if I did not get to orgasm.

"I will spend a point, Miss," I told her. "Please edge me."

Later during the weekend, Kate would use edging as a punishment after she learned how quickly I was begging for her to make me cum. I know she liked how I squirmed on her lap as she teased me and how I moaned as she brought me close to climaxing only to back away and let me calm down. I only paid for her to edge me once, but she was generous and brought me to the precipice of climaxing four times before telling me to get back on the floor and service her a second time. I remembered to hold my arms behind me this time. I didn't want to earn another demerit so quickly. Her pussy was much juicier this time as I began to lick her. She must have enjoyed punishing me.

She lounged back and let me pleasure her. She was still watching TV and this time it took about 40 minutes to make her climax. I was able to judge the time by how many guests were on the talk show. Kate then announced it was time bed, but that I had earned ten total points by giving her two orgasms so I could either spend five and sleep with her, or spend ten and sleep by myself, but I would be allowed to masturbate to completion.

Before she edged me, I had assumed I would pay to sleep with her, but now I was seriously considering option number two.

"Tick tock, little one," she said. I hesitated, trying to make the right decision. I assumed there was a correct choice in her mind. Finally, I said, "I want to sleep with you. May I spend five point to do that?"

"Sleep in the same bed," she corrected me. "And yes, you can. You can bank the other five points for tomorrow. Go to the bathroom between the two bedrooms and do what you have to do. Then meet me in the master bedroom."

I got up and hurried upstairs looking for the bathroom. When I made it to the bedroom, Kate was in the master bath, so I sat on the bed waiting for her. When she came out, she reached into her travel bag and pulled out two leather cuffs.

"Hands behind your back," she told me. "I need to make sure you don't play with yourself during the night."

This is how I ended my first night in service to Miss Kate. I was sure I made her happier than last year's auction girl. My wrists were cuffed behind my back. That was uncomfortable, but Kate let me lay on my left side while she spooned me. Her left arm was under my neck and curled around my body so her left hand cupped my right breast. Her right arm was draped over my right arm and across my chest cupping my left breast. She was in a very possessive position and I felt safe. My fingers were even with her pussy, and even though I didn't try to rub her without permission, I could feel the heat coming from inside her.

Kate's hands were doing marvelous things to my libido, especially because of my edged condition. She wasn't even playing with my breasts or nipples, but the mere touch of her hands was driving me wild. Even as tired as I was from the day, it was difficult to fall asleep and my pussy was getting excited again. Hopefully the blanket would mask my smell. I finally did fall asleep and I had a series of erotic dreams. Kate might have had something to do with that. I woke in the middle of the night after one such dream to find her right hand was no longer holding my breast but had slid down to my pussy. She was asleep, so I don't know if she did that on purpose to torment me or if she was having her own dreams. It didn't matter. I was happy.

Kate was gone, just from the bed I assumed, when I woke up. Then I heard the toilet flush from the master bedroom. I sat up and tried to stretch when I realized my wrists were still cuffed. Surprisingly, I had slept well given having my arms pinned behind me. I rolled out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I couldn't knock, so I just called out, "Good morning, Miss."

"Just a minute, pet," was the response. Then I heard the faucet running. Then the door opened. Kate was drying her hands with a towel. She backed away from the door and told me to come in and sit on the toilet. "I'm sure you have to go, but hold it for a minute," she said.

I did have to go. I always had to go first thing in the morning. Kate was standing in front of me watching me. That made me nervous. With my wrists still cuffed, I couldn't cover myself to hide my embarrassment.

"Mam, I really need to pee," I told her.

"I am sure you do, but you need to learn that I own you and you must ask for everything," she said.

I thought for a moment about what she said. It was humiliating to have her watch me on the toilet. It was worse having to wait for her permission to urinate. I had to do the other thing too, but I was going to try and hold back with that. Then it clicked in my brain that she told me to ask for permission. That was even more humiliating.

"Please Miss," I started. "May I have permission to pee?"

She waited about ten seconds before answering in the affirmative and I immediately let go a strong stream.

"What about poo?" Kate asked. "Do you have to poop?"

I didn't want to answer. Kate smiled. "I'll give you a moment of privacy. Let me know when you are done. It was still a struggle for me to go, even though Kate had gone back into the bedroom. I was still nervous. Eventually I managed to relieve myself and I called out to her that I was finished. Kate returned and told me to stand up. I knew she could see my poo in the toilet. That was embarrassing. Kate unclipped my cuffs so I could wipe myself. She remained in the bathroom, although she didn't watch. I appreciated that. After I washed my hands, she asked how I felt about being watched in the bathroom. I admitted that I hated it.

"You need to remember to get permission for everything, including going to go to the bathroom. But if you are good and I don't need to worry about you playing with yourself or breaking other rules, I won't have to watch," she told me.

"Now it's time to begin serving me," she said. I was afraid she meant service me, which I didn't mind, but I wasn't crazy about doing it in the bathroom. That would remind me of Mia, and I didn't want to do that. I wanted to only think about Kate. Fortunately, her first task for me was much more pleasant.

"Turn on the shower," she commanded. "You're going to wash me."

Now that sounded like a good time. Anything that kept me close to her body was good and touching her was even better. Getting her lathered up and running my hands all over her entire body was the best yet. I tried to mix in some massage along with just cleaning her and did my best to discretely rub my body against hers without seeming to obvious about it. Once I had finished and rinsed her off, she turned to face me and gave me a deep kiss as the water cascaded over our bodies. It was like a soft-core porn moment, but it felt genuine like she really cared about me. I know I was starting to have deep feelings about her.

When she broke the kiss, she said, "Now let's do you." I was overjoyed.

I'd never had anybody wash me before. Her hands felt delightful and obviously I got aroused as she touched every inch of my body. I wanted her to push me against the shower wall and finger fuck me. Even if it was just to edge me because I had not earned enough points for an orgasm, it would have been amazing. But it was not to be. She aroused me enough to get the attention of my nipples and I'm sure my pussy was wet from more than the shower, but she didn't do anything overtly to excite me. The fact that she did was not lost on me and I'm sure she knew how easy it was for her to arouse me. In my fantasies, my Mistress would use that knowledge to control me. I could only hope Kate was that in tune with my needs.

After our shower, we toweled each other off. Kate then brought me back into the bedroom. Almost as an afterthought, although I am sure she planned it from the beginning, she said, "Oh, my suitcases are still in the car. Be a dear and go get them." She then handed me her keys. I looked around for my sundress not remembering she had me strip on the porch last night. "Don't worry about dressing. I have clothes for you in my suitcase. Just go grab them and bring them back here."

I wasn't sure which neighborhood we were in as I was distracted last night. But I'm sure having a co-ed naked in the driveway was unusual. I looked in the backseat but saw no suitcases. They must have been in the trunk. Opening it was not an issue, but I didn't like bending over to grab the bags. I don't know if anybody was watching me, but if they did, they got a great look at my ass. I had to set the suitcases on the ground to shut the trunk, so anybody with a view got to see me bend over a second time to pick them up again. I hurriedly brought them back into the house where I felt safe.

I carried the bags back upstairs. Kate was waiting in the hallway and directed me to put the blue suitcase into the guest bedroom and a gray one into the master. She had me put the suitcase on the bed and open it. There was a collection of clothes, all what I considered fetish related. I was instructed to unpack the suitcase and hang the outfits in the closet. Some of the items I knew were Kate's. Some I assumed were for me (they looked like something a submissive would wear) and some I wasn't sure. There was also a collection of lingerie and I lovingly put in the dresser. I luxuriated in the soft fabric which I knew had been worn by Kate.

After I was done, Kate took me into the other bedroom. When I opened that suitcase, it was all toys, whether for pleasure or pain, and a collection of different kinds of restraints. Instead of hanging this in the closet, I had to arrange them on top of the dresser (the dildos, vibrators, etc) or neat and orderly in the drawers (paddles, a crop, a flogger, nipple clamps, blindfolds, etc). My pussy was definitely paying close attention to all the toys and in a perverse way, all the punishment implements.

Once everything was neatly arranged, I assumed it was time to play. But it wasn't. At least not quite yet. Kate brought me back into the master bedroom to pick out an outfit. It didn't take long because there wasn't much to it. She handed me a piece of latex. Except that it had a zipper, I would have never guessed it was clothing. Holding it up, it looked like some kind of top, except it was only eight inches wide and had two cutouts, apparently where my breasts were to go. It was almost like a wide bandage. Kate had to help me as it was far too tight for me to hold it in position and also zip up the back. She had me hold my arms straight up and also hold my hair up in back. She then wrapped it around me. It took her some effort to poke my tits through the cutout. I'd seen bras with holes for your nipples to poke, but this was different. The holes were bigger than necessary for just your nipples, but not so big as to let your entire breast stick through. As a result, about half my breasts slipped through and as Kate tightened the zipper, the latex pressed down on the rest of my breasts causing them to pop out. It was actually very uncomfortable. But Kate just said, "Beautiful." She then flicked her fingernail across my nipples, one after the other, as they started filling with blood. My nipples are always sensitive, but this wrap made them even more so.

I wondered was dastardly plan she had for my lower body, but she just handed me a white, semi-transparent apron. As she said, "A sub's pussy and ass should always be available." As I wrapped the apron around my hips and reached back to tie it, Kate flicked my nipples again. Instinctively I flinched backward, but a stern look made me move back toward her and even thrust out my chest. She seemed pleased.

"You are going to make breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast and coffee," Kate informed me. "But first, you have five points in your account. I'm sure you want to cum, so you need to earn ten more. The easiest way is to make me cum. Up on the bed on your hands and knees."

I jumped up on the bed and got into position. With my ass exposed, it was easy for her to begin swatting my ass.

"Do you know why I am spanking you?" she asked.

"No mam?" I replied honestly while counting the strokes. "I didn't think I had earned a punishment."

"You haven't," she replied. "But it turns me on to feel how wet you get when I paddle your ass."

I couldn't argue. Her touch, whether in the form of a soft fingering or a hard spank did turn me on. I already knew I was wet just from walking around naked and then wearing the latex, a condition I wouldn't be able to hide much longer as my juice would soon be dripping down my thigh. As expected, Kate took great delight in turning my cheeks a bright red. She also seemed to enjoy fingering me between strokes to fuel my arousal. After twenty-five swats on each side, she announced she was ready to cum. What that meant was she was ready to climb on the bed in front of me and have me dive, mouth first, into her pussy. As was the case the other times I did that last night, this was pure heaven.

She held my head firmly with her left hand and gently stroked it with her right. Her dichotomy of pleasure and pain continued even though my entire focus right then was making her cum. I had to earn ten more points in order to purchase my own orgasm, an orgasm that I desperately needed. Fortunately, I think her spanking of me had indeed aroused her most of the way she needed because she came with a shriek after only a couple of minutes of attention from my tongue. Or maybe I was getting better at eating pussy. No matter the cause, she grabbed my head with both hands, arched her back and pressed her pussy tight against my mouth. I felt pride as a wave of juice transferred between us. It was wonderful and fulfilling. I'd never felt like that when I sucked off a guy. I would have been perfectly happy to stay on my hands and knees and pleasure her again, just to get another mouthful of her essence. But it was time for breakfast. Kate promised me I could cum after I made breakfast. I wasn't sure that I believed her, but we headed to the kitchen anyway.

I definitely felt like a kinky maid as I cooked up breakfast and brewed coffee. I assumed Kate would make me kneel on the floor to eat, as a good pet should, but she surprised me and let me have a chair. She sat opposite from me and almost immediately I felt her foot lifting my short apron. She smiled as her toes made contact with my pussy. She didn't say anything, but I spread my legs wider to give her better access. I knew she wouldn't bring me off in such a pedestrian method, but that didn't stop me from enjoying it.

When we were both done eating, I was told to clear the table and do the dishes. As I stood in front of the sink, I could feel Kate's eyes staring at me. I imagined her rubbing herself as I worked. That kept my own pussy purring in anticipation. When I was done with the dishes, I hoped it was my turn to climax. It was, but I still had to do some work to earn permission. Specifically, I was to get a spatula, wooden spoon and a turkey baster out of the utensil drawer. Then I was told to bend over the edge of the table. With the first strike of the spatula on my already tender ass, I realized I shouldn't have chosen one with holes in it. But I didn't know any better having never been spanked that way. The small holes designed to let grease drain through the spatula also allowed skin to go through when used as a paddle. This increased the sting factor.

I firmly gripped the far edge of the table as Kate once again turned my ass bright red. I wished she was wearing her strap-on and would fuck me right there, but instead she didn't even touch my pussy like she normally did when spanking me. She also used the spatula on the backs of my thighs and a few strokes on my calves. As before, the initial pain soon gave way to pleasure. At that moment, if Kate even touched my clit, I probably would have cum instantly, and when she told me to roll over on my back, I was sure that moment would soon arrive. It would, but first I had to endure a bit more punishment, this time with the spoon.

If you've never been beaten with a wooden spoon, there is very little give when the impact is made. Other implements, like the spatula or a hand, have some flex and will absorb some of the impact. Even a paddle usually will have a coating that helps at least a little. Bare wood, not so much. The short handle and small impact zone also let the directionality be very specific, much like with a crop. Kate started with the tops of my thighs and worked around my belly, although she was very cautious not to impact my pussy and clit. Had she done so, I probably would have exploded. Then she told me to pull my arms over my body to force my breasts together.

I knew she was going to use the spoon on my breasts. My only concern was whether a direct nipple strike would cause a premature climax like a strike on my pussy would. But Kate was a professional and worked the tops and bottoms of my boobs without striking my nipples, except for the occasional teasing slide of the spoon across them. The latex helped protect me a little, but she still reduced me to a pile of flesh quivering with need. I also discovered with my arms in this position, I could touch my pussy if I dared.

I frantically needed to cum. But doing so without permission would earn another punishment. If that was more impact play, I contemplated whether it would be worth it. But I knew Kate was creative, and I was worried that her next punishment might not be as enjoyable. Did I really just admit to myself that I enjoyed being beaten? I suppose I did. I inched my fingers closer to my clit, as I perceived Kate to be distracted by my breasts. Then without warning, she pulled the spoon back and snapped it on my right thigh.

"Did you think I would miss when my needy slut tried to touch herself?" she hissed.

"No mam," I replied trying not to sound dejected at being caught.

"Hands behind your head," she barked. Any thought of touching myself was gone. But there was hope. Kate now took the turkey baster and ordered me to lick it. I could think of only one thing it would be used for, so I joyfully did as she instructed. Then as I had hoped, she slid it into my pussy. I was jubilant. It didn't fill me like her dildo, as it was much narrower, but just having anything inside me was a bonus as far as I was concerned. Kate then began using the spoon nearer to my pussy and again on my breasts, but closer to my nipples. She did not, however, fuck me with the baster. Once inserted, it just stayed in position, although I had to grip it with my Kegels to avoid having it fall out. I knew that would be met with scorn.

"You've been a good girl this morning," Kate commended me. "I'm going to let you cum soon. And this afternoon, I have another pleasurable surprise planned for you. The rest of today won't be all fun and games, but I'm sure you will enjoy yourself. Are you ready to orgasm for me?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I didn't even realize I had substituted Mistress for Mam until Kate gave me a confused look. But she didn't correct me.

"OK, little one," she said. "I am going to play you like a drum. I'm going to use the spoon on each of your nipples and then your clit. You can cum any time you want, but if you last 21 strikes, I won't charge you the 15 points you owe me for letting you cum. Deal?"

I was already starting to shake as she was rubbing the spoon back and forth across my belly as she was explaining these new rules. I quickly agreed. In a twist of procedure, Kate began counting as she struck my left nipple firmly. I howled in pain and arched my back off the table. But the shockwave of the strike shot straight down to my pussy, so the pain did not last. Number two was on my right nipple. Another arching of the back and scream of pain, but also a gush of fresh juice in my pussy. While I had initially thought 21 strikes would be easy to endure and allow me to preserve my climax points, I now was not so sure. Could I even survive the first strike to my clit? The answer was yes, but my body was now rocking side to side and constricting as the impact almost triggered an immediate orgasm.

Round two wasn't any better, although my body did quickly acclimate to this style of torment. The nipple strikes were definitely a different sensation than the clit strike. Arching my back gave way to rolling back and forth and the howls of pain gave way to moans of pleasure. By the time my clit was struck a second time, I was panting and begging Kate to hit me harder. Any dream I had of making it seven rounds to save my points was gone. It wasn't a question of whether I would come as a result of her punishment. It was a question of when.

The answer was 15. Round five's strike on my clit was the trigger. The fire from the pain rocketed through me and my body released its pent-up arousal with a primal scream. As I started to climax, Kate began to fuck me, slowly, with the turkey baster. Honestly, I'd forgotten it was in me and as she used it as a dildo. It didn't do much for me. My brain was consumed by my climax such that I hardly recognized I was being fucked. As I started to calm down, I did realize Kate had removed the baster and pushed it into my mouth to clean. I had no problem with that. When I was fully recovered, she told me to clean the three implements and then meet her in the living room. What I really needed was a nap, but that was not on the schedule yet.

Kate was sitting on the couch when I entered the living room. She told me to stand with my feet shoulder length apart and my hands behind my head. I felt very exposed, but she didn't touch me. She did say, that as her maid, I was expected to keep the house spotless. Since this was an AirBnB, the house had been cleaned before Kate arrived, but she wanted me to clean it again anyway. I guessed it was more for her viewing pleasure so she could watch me prance around in the tiny outfit she had given me. I was fine with that. I was told never to bend with my knees, unless I was picking up something heavy. Otherwise I was always to bend at the waist. Of course, I was. That would expose my pussy and asshole. I was also to be sure to dust the tops of the shelves, window treatments and refrigerator. "Those areas probably were missed by the owner's cleaning crew," she told me, but I knew it was so she could watch me stretch. I was fine with that too. I worked for the next hour and a half. I could have been done quicker if Kate had not interrupted me several times to play with my nipples and finger my pussy. Not that I was complaining, but I wanted to finish cleaning quickly so we could move on to something else. As it turned out, that something else was already scheduled for a specific time and Kate made sure I had just finished cleaning moments before I saw a car pull into the driveway. I was afraid Kate would make me open the door with my tits still ballooning out of my top. But she didn't. She told me to run up to the master bedroom and hide in the bathroom. As I began my sprint, she called out, reminding me, "don't play with your pussy either." I was upstairs when she opened the door and quickly made my way to the safety of the bathroom.

I couldn't hear any of the conversation between Kate and our guest. I ended up taking advantage of my free time to use the toilet. I'd been so occupied I forgot that I needed to relieve my bodily functions. A couple minutes later, the bathroom door opened. I tried to peak past Kate but saw nobody else.

"Here is your next task," she began to instruct me. "In the guest bedroom is a friend of mine. We went to school together. She still lives in town with her husband and four kids."

"Four kids?" I thought. "That's at least two too many." But I said nothing.

"She's a good woman, good wife, good mother and active in the community. I've tried for 25 years to get her to let her freak flag fly, but this is the best I can do a couple of times per year. Every three or four months, her cravings get the best of her. Her kink is to lay in her bed, naked and blindfolded, while an anonymous girl enters her house and eats her pussy. The girl then leaves. No conversation takes place. Sometimes I'm able to help her find a girl from the university and sometimes she requires the services of a prostitute. Today you will help her. Just go into the other bedroom, crawl between her legs and eat her out until she cums. Then come back here. Since this is outside what you agreed to, I'll give you 15 points when you finish."

I didn't want to tell Kate that I'd agreed to do anything she said. I didn't care that it was another woman. And of course, I wanted another 15 points and the orgasm that represented. While I'd calmed down from my orgasm of two hours ago, that didn't mean I didn't want another one. I simply walked past Kate and headed to meet her friend. I expected perhaps a larger woman, having let herself go after four kids. But she was very good looking, especially since she was holding herself in a spread eagle. I couldn't help to wonder why she couldn't find a partner to play this game, but that wasn't my concern. Apparently, she wasn't ready emotionally to actually be bound, but she wanted to pretend she was at her partner's mercy. I guess the blindfold and no conversation made the scene extra kinky for her. That was fine with me. I took my time once I reached the bed. I knew as I leaned on the edge of the mattress, she would know I was there. Any additional time I took to get between her legs, would build the sexual tension.

She turned out to be a true pillow princess. She didn't grab my head. In fact, I don't think her hands moved at all. She must lay spread eagle on her bed and fantasize all the time. But she also didn't moan. That was a bit disappointing. I would have liked more feedback about what I was doing in order to do it better for her. Her hips did move a bit and she did get juicer when I spelled the alphabet on her clit, but right up until she finally climaxed with a soft whimper, I could hardly tell if she was enjoying herself or asleep. It definitely wasn't great for me, but I was still happy to serve. I got up and walked back to the master bedroom. I had more questions than answers, but now was not the time to discuss them. Kate left the room to talk to her friend. She returned about five minutes later. She was smiling.

"You did very well, pet," she told me. That made me happy, although I was still confused. "In fact, my friend has a new request. She's never done this before. She wants to eat your pussy. I guess she has been dreaming of it for a while."

I certainly wouldn't deny her the opportunity to live out her dreams.

"Same rules as before," Kate told me. "You don't speak. You can moan or make any sounds you like based on what she does. But no words and you don't touch her. Just lay on the bed with your legs spread. You can play with your nipples if she isn't very good and you can't get off."

I walked back into the bedroom and the friend was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked so cute waiting to eat her first pussy. I was honored to be her first. I lay down and spread my legs wide. I didn't talk. She did touch my leg as she was feeling around to get her bearings. She then crawled between my legs and got close enough to my pussy to be able to easily smell my arousal. Then she hesitated. I wanted to encourage her, but I kept my mouth shut. I knew the turmoil going through her brain as I remembered the first time I went down on a woman. I just lay still and let her work through her inner demons. Then I felt her tongue. Slow and tentative at first. Then a little longer lick and then a little deeper into my wet folds. Finally, a full lick. She had begun down the road of her new life.

I chuckled to myself that I was a good person for her to start on because with all that Kate had done to me the last two days, it would be easy to make me cum. That's not to say I didn't resist and try to make her work for my nectar. First off, I wanted her to enjoy the experience for as long as I could old out. I was flowing freely, and she was gobbling up my sauce as quickly as I could produce it. She took to eating pussy like a duck to water, as they say. Second, and I admit this to my shame, as often as I got edged or had to really work to make Kate cum, I wanted to cause her friend a bit of grief and make her pay the same price I had. Of course, I wasn't as good at it as Kate. In the end, I came much too easily. Kate's friend continued to lick my pussy cleaning all my juices and keeping me excited. Kate had promised me another orgasm and I hoped this didn't count because soon the friend had me on the edge again. Now I really was fighting not to climax because I didn't have permission for a second orgasm. Fortunately, I spied Kate standing quietly in the doorway watching the action. She nodded to me and I came again. In many ways, my second climax, although not as strong, was better because Kate had approved it. Finally, the friend stopped, although she didn't move off the bed. She did raise her head, which was glazed with my happiness. She was smiling. I carefully swung my leg over her and rolled off the bed. As I was walking toward the door, I looked back and saw a big wet spot between her legs. I didn't notice if she had fingered herself while she was between my legs. Maybe she got excited from eating me. Either way, her body displayed how happy she was.

I was going to walk back to the master bedroom, but Kate blocked the door. She indicated I should stay there and then put her finger to her lips to remind me to be quiet. She then walked over to her friend, who was still laying on her stomach on the bed. I saw Kate whisper something in her ear. I took her a few moments to respond, but her head nodded yes. Kate then stood back up and pointed toward the dresser with the toys. I watched as her friend slowly raised up to her hands and knees. I was confused until Kate picked up the strap-on from the top of the dresser. She then walked behind me and reached around my hips putting the strap-on in place. Her friend was on all fours and fingering her own pussy. For someone who was skeptical about being with women, she was sure learning fast.

I wondered if I should just get behind her and give her what she obviously desired. But Kate pointed at the strap-on and then pointed at her mouth. I understood immediately and walked to the head of the bed before putting on knee on the mattress and directing the strap-on to the friend's mouth. Kate had told me the woman was in a happy marriage, so I assumed she had sucked a cock before. The woman didn't hesitate. She seemed much more experienced in this than in licking pussy. But there wasn't much need to have her do this for long. I was confident her pussy was wet enough to fuck, but a minute of coating the dildo with saliva made sure of it.

This time she wasn't quiet. She may have been able to fool herself when I ate her pussy, but as I fucked her, she howled like a shipping dock whore at low tide. I was surprisingly gratified at the primal sounds she made as I pummeled her pussy from behind. I was definitely bringing her out of her shell. She begged me to fuck her harder, which I did, until I reached the limit of my ability. She still asked for more, so I spanked her ass instead. She hissed, "YesÉ" so I did it again.

As you might guess, she came pretty quickly. But I didn't stop. I kept fucking her right through her orgasm. I knew I hated that, as I needed time to recover between climaxes, but I didn't give her that chance. I didn't know how long I would be allowed to play with her, so I was maximizing my opportunity. I think she came a second time and then a third, but it could have been one long continuous climax. Eventually she begged me to stop. I pulled out of her with a resounding "plop" and I could hear air rush out of her pussy. I walked to the head of the bed again and made her clean herself off my cock. In for a penny, in for a pound, I figured. Kate then waved me back toward the door and pointed toward the master bedroom. I left the room, the fake cock dangling in front of me. I liked the feeling of power it gave me.

Kate returned ten minutes later. "She's gone, but she thanks you," she told me. "You fucked her better than her husband ever had. I gave her your number. Don't be surprised if in a few months you get a text with an address and a time. She'll be waiting for you much like she was tonight. Her back door to the house will be unlocked. Just go in and eat her, although now she may request other things too."

"Do I get a choice in this matter?" I asked.

"Of course," replied Kate. "You can say no, but you wouldn't do that, would you?"

"No," I replied. "That was pretty amazing." Absentmindedly I had been stroking the strap-on as I thought about what it was like to fuck her. Kate noticed and asked, "Are you ready to use that thing again." It took me a moment to realize she meant on her.

Apparently, Kate was turned-on by watching me with her friend. It isn't often you get to fuck your Mistress. Then again, she remained in charge by ordering me to lay down before she climbed on top of me and straddled my fake cock. Still, getting to watch her bounce up and down on top of me was a special treat. I don't know if I would get credit for making her cum, but cum she did. She then spun around in a reverse cowgirl and fucked herself some more until she came again. I figured my point total was back up to 35 now. I'd get to spend it on two more orgasms with five points left over to sleep with her again.

After she was done riding the cock, Kate suggested we shower again. I was happy to get the latex top that had been constricting my tits off, so I agreed. I had deep circle cuts around my breasts from the holes. The front of my boobs was discolored too. I rubbed them to try and get the blood flowing again before joining Kate in the shower. A hot, refreshing shower where I got to touch Kate all over was wonderful. She then wanted to take a nap, which I agreed to provided I could join her, was next on the agenda. I was afraid she was running out of plans for us, but I was wrong.

We woke up about 5pm. She told me we had to go to the store to buy food I could make for dinner. My clothes covered more of my body than the maid's costume, but that didn't mean I felt safe to go out in public. At least as far as I was concerned. Kate wasn't worried, of course. She had a nice, knee length dress. It was form fitting and looked great on her, but it wasn't scandalous. I, on the other hand, was given a mini-skirt and a translucent blouse. As you would expect, no bra or panties and four-inch heels. Although I was covered, I felt naked and my nipples were clearly on display. I could only pray I didn't meet anyone I knew at the grocery store.

As we drove there, Mistress had me masturbating the entire way. Walking into the store with a dripping pussy was humiliating. I felt like everybody knew how aroused I was and that I wasn't wearing panties. Kate gave me a list of items. She then followed behind me far enough that people wouldn't think we were together, but close enough to observe me and the reactions I got. I wanted to hide. But I also wanted to reach under my skirt and get myself off.

Apparently, we were having taco salad based on the items on her list. Thankfully that meant most of the ingredients were in the produce section and the only thing in the back was the meat and seasonings. I was able to find everything in about ten minutes. The clerk who checked us out and the bagboy got looks at me that they will probably jerk off to when they got home, but other than that, we got back to the car without any incidents. When Kate asked if I was aroused at being shown off, I admitted that I was. She made me masturbate all the way back to the house. By the time we were in the driveway, I was begging for permission to cum. Permission that was denied.

Once we were back in the house, Kate told me to strip, except for the shoes, and then I had to put the apron back on. I liked this better than wearing the latex top. Kate had me brown the meat and chop up the vegetables, except for one very important thing. A large piece of ginger root was left alone. It sat on the counter while we ate. Once again Kate had her foot rubbing against my pussy and once again, I begged for permission to orgasm, reminding her that I had earned plenty of points. Kate reminded me that decision was hers and that I would be able to spend my points soon enough.

I was teetering on my high heels as I did the dishes on wobbly legs, unsteady by the need to cum. When the table was clear and the dishes cleaned and put away, I thought she might bend me over the kitchen table again. Instead, she wanted to teach me another lesson. I am always up for new things, but had I known what she planned, I might not have been so enthusiastic.

Kate had me bring a cutting board and the ginger root to the table. I thought maybe we were going to have some kind of unique desert. I missed the signs by a mile. I'd never heard of figging and I was about to get first hand instructions on the practice. Kate instructed me how to carve the root into the shape of a crude butt plug. Getting the notch correct at the back was a challenge. She then had me peel off about half an inch on the top exposing the ginger. I still wasn't too worried. I should have been.

Kate had me stand up next to the table. She took the ginger and rubbed it on my perpetually hard nipples. Then she told me to bend over the table and spread my ass cheeks. I'd already guessed that was wear the ginger root was going. Why else would I have to cut it that way? Kate used some of my abundant juices on her finger to open up my asshole. Then, just as my nipples began to feel a burning sensation, she rammed the plug in as far as it would go. She told me, "Hands off," indicating I should let go of my butt cheeks so they would close around the end of the plug. By now my nipples were starting to scorch. My concern over the plug had made me ignore them. Until now. Holy shit they were getting hot. The oil from the ginger was an irritant like I had never felt before. With my nipple as hard as they always seemed to be, the cracks in the skin uniquely exposed them to the ginger's oil. I had not put two and two together yet that my ass would soon feel even worse. I ran to the sink and put cold water in my palm and splashed my chest in an effort to wash off the ginger. But the fire didn't stop.

"Washing it doesn't help," Kate quipped. "You just have to let it fade naturally. It takes about half an hour."

Temporarily distracted by what she just said, I had not noticed that the fire was now turning my rectum into a blazing inferno. Then it hit me. I squatted down and screamed. Kate stood up and walked over to me. She helped lift me to my feet and the wrapped her arms around my waist. She then gave me a passionate kiss. Once again, she was mixing pain and pleasure to keep me off balance.

"Get up to the bedroom," she commanded me. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't cum anymore."

Every step I tool made the ginger bounce in my ass spreading the oil further around every nerve in my butt. The fire spread to my core. Every nerve ending was firing, and my head was spinning. I don't even remember getting on the guest bed, on my hand and knees just like Kate's friend or her impaling me as she rammed the strap-on into my pussy. I vaguely remember her pushing my head down to the bed so my ass would be as a better angle and give her more leverage. I remember seeing stars when my first orgasm hit, the pleasure endorphins temporarily masking the ginger's pain. I remember smiling when Kate rolled me on my back and lifted my legs so my ankles were on her shoulders as she stood next to the bed and slid the dildo back inside of me.

From her standing position, with her arms wrapped tightly around my thighs, she went to town on me again. She was savage. She wasn't going slowly to build my climax organically. She was fucking me hard and fast to keep my first orgasm flowing into the second. And then the third. Somewhere along the way she rolled me onto my side and then spooned me fucking me sideways. That was new for me, but a very nice position as the dildo rubbed my g-spot. I didn't squirt, but I continued my long continual climax. I lost track of how long she fucked me, but the ginger fire finally extinguished itself so it must have been over half an hour. When she finally pulled out for good, I felt empty and like I had given birth. OK, not that bad, but you know what I mean. My body felt lonely without her inside of me. She had also fucked all my energy out of me. I remained slumped on the bed as she presented the dildo for me to lick clean. I barely had the liveliness to suck off my juices, no matter how much I enjoyed their taste.

After resting a while, Kate had me eat her out again and then once more before bed. She left me use a vibe on myself a couple of times while she watched until I was finally sated and ready to doze off as well. Sunday, I made breakfast again, wearing just heels, the apron and my collar. We didn't shower because Kate said she had brought a couple of toys I had not experienced yet, and she wanted to play. I remember thinking she was insatiable, especially given her age. She was twice my age and then some, yet I couldn't keep up with her.

She had me go upstairs and fetch a jeweled butt plug, a bottle of lube, a bit gag, the cuffs (on a side note I loved the feel of her leather cuffs much more than steel handcuffs) and the item that worried me, her flogger. Now you know I love impact play, but there was something about the look of the flogger that worried me.

When I returned to the kitchen, she had me bend over the counter. That was a nice change of pace from bending over the table. I then felt her greasing up my asshole with the lube and soon felt the plug pushing into my butt. At least it wouldn't burn like the ginger plug. She then clipped my leash to the collar and told me to carry everything else as she led me out to the detached garage. Any neighbors who happened to see us got an even kinkier view than when I went to the car to get the suitcases yesterday. They saw a naked woman being led by a leash. I guessed that was unusual around here.

Once we got into the garage, the first thing I noticed was two ropes hanging from the rafters. I wasn't sure when Kate had put them there. There was also a block of wood, about six inches tall on the floor under the ropes. Kate had me put the cuffs on my wrists and buckle the gag into position. She then had me stand on the block of wood. It wasn't much wider than my feet when I had them pressed together so I kind of teetered on it. She then told me to raise my hands above my head.

As I stood there, Kate brought over a step ladder. That made it easier to grab the rope and slide it through the D-ring in the cuffs. She then tied the rope tightly, so my wrists were held above my head. By its nature, there was some play in the rope laterally, but none in the downward orientation. She then got off the ladder and moved it away. I watched as she picked up the flogger and began circling me while admiring her handiwork. I thought she was going to start using the flogger when she exclaimed, "Oh, I almost forgot." I was confused since she didn't say what she overlooked. Kate walked over to a workbench. I could see something shiny, but not make out what it was. I guess you could insert a joke about being distracted by a bright shiny object. I chuckled to myself trying to distract my brain from the helplessness of my situation. Kate returned holding a pair of nipple clamps connected by a thin metal chain. I attempted to scream when she tightened them of my nipples. Because of the gag, my exclamation of pain was muted at best. Kate smiled. Then she kicked the block of wood out from under my feet.

The rope held my wrists, but my weight caused it to stretch. As a result, my tiptoes grazed the garage floor. If I held my feet perfectly still, I could touch the floor just enough to take some of the weight off my arms. But that was easier said than done. With the first lash of the flogger lighting up my back with a river of fire, my body twisted bringing both feet off the ground. I'm sure the neighbors were happy I was gagged so they didn't hear my screams. The second strike of the flogger was even harder.

Because of the multiple tails on the flogger, the impact was very different from what I had experienced before. Each individual strand of leather didn't hurt as much as the spoon, for example. But the spoon was concentrated in one small spot. With 20 tails, the flogger impacted many more spots, so additively, it hurt much worse. Kate could also swing it harder and also so it wrapped around my body if she didn't flick her wrist. She carefully avoided my kidneys and head, but beyond that, my entire body was fair game. My constant howling into the gag drained my energy. As with the other styles of impact she employed, this one eventually transformed into pleasure. But not in the same way. I was aroused, but not turned on in an "I'm going to cum from getting spanked way." My body felt warm all over, but my blood rushing to my skin's surface over my entire body was also tiring. Between strokes, my toes might touch the ground and give my arms a moment of relief, but mostly I was just twisting in pain and swinging from my wrists. I felt like a prisoner being tortured for information. That thought was very exciting. One thing I eventually noticed was Kate never fingered me during this process. Maybe it was easier to do so when she spanked me or maybe she just didn't want to give me that pleasure. I wasn't sure.

I don't know how long Kate worked on me. It was probably 20-30 minutes. When she stopped, I hung limp from the ceiling. My head was down, and I was breathing heavily. I expected her to put the block back and lower me down. But instead, she just unclipped the nipple clamps. I screamed again in pain as the blood rushed back into my tender nubs. With the pain from the flogger, I'd forgotten about the pain from the clamps. I now remembered. But that sting of agony was short lived and thankfully Kate didn't choose to flog my tits. She did, however, say she had to go inside and get something. She left me alone and hanging. My mind raced as to what she had neglected. Looking at the red marks on my skin, I decided it was probably a cane. I'd never experienced that and really didn't want to, but it made sense that she would use one on my helpless body. As exhausted as I was, that didn't stop my brain from returning to my fantasy vision of being a captured prisoner being tortured for information. I pictured myself finally giving in and providing the intelligence the spies needed. My reward was to be gang-banged by my jailors. It turned out, I wasn't that far off.

When Kate returned, and I saw what she had, I smiled. I remembered back to Friday night when she said she could be a generous Domme if I was a good girl. Having just taken another beating, I guess, in her eyes, I'd been good. My mouth was already drooling around the gag. When I saw her holding her strap-on, my pussy began to drool as well. Anticipation flowed through my body as I watched Kate attach the strap-on around her waist. I knew our time together was coming to an end because she had mentioned she needed to head back to Boston by noon. By my analysis, this would be our last activity. We were going to go out with a bang, so to say.

Since Kate was taller than me, her faux cock was lined up just right to penetrate my pussy. She told me to wrap my legs around her and she reached around and grabbed my butt with both hands. The plug up my ass tightened up my pussy as the dildo slid home. It was an amazing feeling. Kate just had to stand there and rock me back and forth as I swung from my wrists. She took her time. It was wonderful and maddening. Then she let go of my ass and told me to fuck myself. It was difficult at first to catch a rhythm as I tried to thrust my hips forward and impale myself on her cock. But after a few aborted attempts, I finally got the hang of it. Besides an in-and-out motion there was also an up-and-down component. It felt amazing. With every inch of my body awake from the flogging and now having the dildo fucking me with increasing abandon, I knew I would reach another thunderous orgasm sooner rather than later.

Kate just stood there providing a firm backstop to my thrusts. She was watching me with great pride in her eyes. Some might think I was debasing myself by riding her cock in such a manner. Some might not understand how I could love her even more than I had when I woke up given the flogging she had administered. But I had found myself. Kate had brought out my inner submissive slut in a way Ali never could. Ali didn't care about my mom and she certainly didn't care about me. Kate was different. I had no way to know if I would ever see her again (I prayed I did) but even if this was a two-day fling, she showed that she knew and cared about what I needed. She was willing to provide that, even if her methods were outside what society considered normal. Maybe she was using kindness to just get what she wanted, but I choose to think she really cared about me. I had provided for her needs and she rewarded me by providing for mine. It was a win/win situation.

Of course, I was fighting not to climax since I had not been given permission. Of course, Kate could sense that. On her schedule, she grabbed my ass again and started thrusting along with the command, "Cum now Slave!" And cum I did.

Fireworks shot off in my brain as she continued to fuck me through my orgasm. It was a wonderful end to our time together, or so I thought. When she pulled out, I was panting and swinging back and forth. Kate slid the block of wood back under my feet. She had to steady my legs so I could stand on it. She then untied my wrists. As I stepped down off the wood, I threw my arms around her in a bear hug.

"Thank you, Mistress," I squealed in an effort to show I didn't want our relationship to be a one-time thing. She hugged me back but didn't say anything. Instead, she moved me over to the work bench and bent me over. "Spread your legs, whore," she commanded. Given that she paid $5,000 for me, I suppose I was her whore, but I didn't feel like one. I would have done this for free. I felt the dildo penetrate me from behind. Getting fucked again was more than I could have hoped to receive. Then after a few strokes, Kate pulled back out and I felt her fingers grabbing the butt plug. I'd forgotten it was in there. I was so focused on the joy in my pussy, I'd forgotten she'd stretched out my other hole.

The remnants of the lube and the copious amount of pussy juice coating the strap-on provided enough lubrication for Kate to slide the dildo up my ass. I still wasn't skilled enough to just let her in. She had to fight my back door a bit before she succeeded. But when she did, it was wonderful. The new nerve endings began firing. She didn't pound my ass, but took it reasonably gently with long, deep, slow strokes. Not having to use both hands to hold my hips for a thumping meant she could reach around with her left hand and diddle my clit. She was definitely imposing her dominance over me. I was putty in her hands and once again I gave myself completely to her will.

I wished we could play all day, but I knew she had to go. She made me cum twice as she took my ass in the garage. I had nothing left to give by the time she was done. After a few minutes to recover, she led me back to the house by the leash again. She told me to pack up the toys and the clothes while she went back to the garage to take down the ropes. I luxuriated in the feel of the exotic fabrics of her fetishware and took time to smell her leather and rub the latex over my body. I brought the two suitcases down to the kitchen. I wondered if she would have me take them back to the care naked as a final act of servitude. But she didn't. She suggested another quick shower. I gladly accepted her offer.

Alas, by noon, she was ready to drive back to Boston, so she dropped me back at the sorority early. I felt like I was taking a walk of shame as I was wearing the same slutty dress, I had left in two days earlier. Nobody seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn't care. I knew the flogging had left red marks all over my body. They had faded somewhat but were still visible. I felt like everyone could see them, even though they were hidden by my dress. In the safety of my room, and with my roommate downstairs, I masturbated one final time (at least for today) to the memories of Kate and her exquisite knowledge of BDSM and the needs of a submissive. I had no regrets from auctioning myself off.

By the time Sunday's chapter meeting rolled around, I was dressed more appropriately for a co-ed instead of a sex slave. I was very sore from everything Kate put me through, although I loved my aching body as a reminder of what had happened. We had not discussed whether this was a one-time thing or might be recurring. She had my number and she had given it to her friend. I'd almost forgot about her. She might call for another anonymous encounter. I was kind of excited by the thought of her not knowing who I am.

That night in the meeting, I was recognized as having raised the most money ever for the sorority. As my sisters clapped, I wondered if they had any idea how I earned that donation. And make no mistake, I'd earned it. I loved every minute, except for the ginger, and you know what they say. When you love your job, you'll never work a day in your life.

My only concern was finding someone as kinky as Kate who wanted to be my full time Mistress. After the meeting, the chapter president pulled me aside to personally congratulate me. Almost under her breath she said, "I know what Kate likes and for her to spend that much, you must like it too. I have to study for a test right now, but tomorrow night lets discuss your weekend." She had a knowing grin on her face. My panties were wet again.