Generations

Generations Ð Chapter 03 By Tappy McWidestance For Susan

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Monday felt weird going back to classes. Honestly, as much as I had dreamed of being a lawyer, if Kate had told me to come live with her as her 24/7 slave, I would have seriously considered accepting. As we had discussed last night after the house meeting, Sabrina, the chapter president, wanted to discuss my weekend with Susan. My hope was, since she knew I was a submissive, she would become my dominant, at least when Kate wasn't around. Regrettably, it became clear that being in charge sexually wasn't in her nature. That was unfortunate, because as chapter president she seemed to relish being in charge of everything in the life of the sorority.

We sat in my room and she asked me to tell her everything about the weekend. As I told the tale, I could tell she was nervous about some of the parts, but she was also squirming a little as I described other activities in which we engaged. My own mind imagined her getting turned on. That in turn made me aroused. Sabrina was very good looking. It was definitely a shame she didn't have the Domme gene. I admit, I embellished some of the story just to toy with her emotions. It was kind of like an erotic chat session, only it was live and face to face. I thought maybe, if I turned her on enough, she would become more take charge and either try to "seduce" me or just grab me and make love to me.

But as I came to the end of my story, Sabrina had made no moves in that direction. I could tell she had her own submissive fantasies, so I decided to take a risk and see if I had any switch skills at becoming the dominant partner. I leaned into her and gave her a less than friendly kiss. Feeling her kiss me back instead of resisting, I continued my oral assault and began unbuttoning her shirt. She didn't defy me. I knew that feeling well. Alas, although I knew the mechanics, my acting as a dominant didn't come naturally. Yes, we had sex and no it wasn't making love. I was in charge and she did what I ordered. Yes, she ate my pussy and yes, I came. But it wasn't the same kind of soul satisfying climax I had with Kate. I didn't reciprocate with Sabrina. If I was going to be in charge, I wasn't going to eat her. I knew that was a rare treat for a Mistress to do, and I wanted to see if Sabrina felt better about how things went than I did. I sent her back to her room unsatisfied with the order to, "Text me after you get yourself off and tell me what you thought about when you came."

As I said, I was uncomfortable as a Domme, but maybe my inexperience in that role was clouding my judgement. I knew if Kate had sent me away in the same state, I would have been thinking about her while I made myself cum. I wanted to know if Sabrina would think the same way.

Alas, I didn't get a text that night before I went to bed. My encounter with Sabrina did haunt my dreams, only instead of dominating her, I shared her with Mistress Kate. Under Kate's supervision and instructions, I felt better about dominating Sabrina. I was an extension of Kate's will. Kate was also very proud of me for finding her another attractive submissive to mold into her perfect pet. I was playing with myself, duh, and orgasmed to the thought of Kate fucking me as a way of thanking me for finding her Sabrina. I guess some good came out of telling Sabrina about my weekend with Kate.

When I woke up Tuesday morning, there was a lengthy message from Sabrina. Apparently I had affected her like I had predicted, but she went to bed later than me so her masturbation report was delayed. And while she did tell me she fantasized about my being her Mistress, she also told me at the moment of her climax, she was thinking about Kate. That was very disappointing. I wasn't ready to be her Domme, but maybe if Kate came to visit again, I could give her Sabrina as a gift.

Getting back into the swing of classes meant not a lot of time for socializing and my quest to find a local replacement for Kate was not very successful. I tried meeting a new Domme on a couple of alternative hookup websites, but all I got were unsatisfying one-night stands. I did use Sabrina a couple more times when I was horny, but basically, things were bad. Kate didn't contact me often. We did video chat a couple of times as she directed my masturbation. Those orgasms were better. There was something about following her instructions, even though I touched myself the same way when I was alone, that made me cum harder. I begged her to visit me again or let me visit her, but she was insistent her family not find out about her second life and she didn't give me permission to call on her. I was despondent.

One day in early December, I got a text message with just an address I didn't recognize. It said 2pm. I immediately forwarded the message to Kate to ask if that was her anonymous friend's address we had played with on auction weekend. I'd forgotten about her. Kate confirmed it was and that she had talked to her earlier in the day. She told me to show up and let myself in the back door. It would be left unlocked. Her friend would be upstairs in a bedroom and blindfolded, just like before. I was to eat her out and make her cum. Then there was another task for me that I would recognize when I saw it. I was to create a video of myself completing that task and send it to her. I didn't have a clue what she was talking about, but it made visiting her friend instantly sound more exciting. I'd have to skip a class to go to the woman's house, but getting to do something for Kate was irresistible, so it was a small price to pay.

I had a feeling that Kate's task might involve me getting naked, so I just wore a short dress. When I got to the address, I found a large, opulent house. I parked on the street in case the woman's husband came home unexpectedly. I didn't want to be parked in the driveway, in case I had to sneak out to avoid getting caught. I found that exciting. I gave my pussy a quick rub through my panties. Shockingly, I was aroused. (sarcasm)

Right at 2pm, I hurried around the house. As promised, the back door was unlocked. I felt strange walking through a stranger's house. Eating her out for the second time was never an issue for me but feeling like I was a burglar was new. I found the stairs and quickly climbed them looking for the bedroom. She was laying on the bed in the master bedroom just as promised. Like before, she was blindfolded and held her arms and legs in a spread eagle. I wondered how long she had been waiting. I bet it was more than an hour. I wanted to talk to her, but I knew that wasn't part of the game. Instead I just crawled between her legs.

Unlike the last time when she was virtually silent, this time she was more expressive. There still was no conversation that could be thought of as personal. She just moaned a lot, whimpered a little and did scream out praise to her deity when she came. But there were no thank you or attempts to figure out my name. When I was done, I began looking around the room for my next task, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary. The woman continued to lay on the bed. She wasn't going to give me any hints. I decided to go into the master bathroom to rinse my face and leave. Kate must have made a mistake.

But Kate doesn't make mistakes, especially concerning sexual tasks and submission. When I went into the bathroom, everything became clear. As I flipped on the lights, I saw two suction cup dildos. One was pointing upward from the tile floor and the other was stuck to the glass wall of the shower. Immediately I pulled off my dress, panties and bra. It took less than 30 seconds for me to be naked. I was already wet from servicing the friend, but I wanted to be sure I could handle the floor dildo. I took out my phone and hit record. Then I got down on the floor and went down on the fake cock. I kept looking at the phone as I captured my depravity. It was difficult to keep the framing steady, but there was no question what I was doing. More important to me, there was no question as to why I was doing it or who I was doing it for.

I only sucked the dildo for about 30 seconds to get it wet. I wanted it inside of me. I got on my knees and straddled the cock. It was easier to hold my phone in the right position now. I got a good shot looking straight at the camera as I impaled myself on the dildo. I remember thinking the strain on my face looked hot as it stretched my pussy. I then began bouncing up and down. I made sure to pan the phone to show my tits bouncing and the dildo sliding in and out of my slick pussy. I was also groaning in delight. I was so focused on fucking myself and looking good on the camera, that I almost forgot about the second dildo. It was mounted at mouth height so its purpose was obvious.

Holding my phone again became a challenge. But in a way, the bouncing picture captured the moment perfectly as I went down on the cock hanging on the shower door. I loved the feeling of having my pussy and mouth filled at the same time. Between moans I called out to my phone that I wanted Mistress to do this to me herself, but to also take my ass at the same time. I wanted to give her all my holes together.

As you can imagine I was loudly thrashing about as my up and down motion meant I struggled to get a good seal on the dick in my mouth. I'm sure you also correctly guessed that it didn't take long for me to cum. As always seemed to be the case when Kate was involved, even if she wasn't physically here, I came hard and my orgasm lasted as I quivered on top of the floor cock. The shower dick slipped from my mouth. That left me free to praise Kate as the waves of climax washed over me. I was just sitting on the dildo by this point as my pussy repeatedly squeezed it as if I was milking every last drop out of a real cock. Finally, I calmed down enough to dismount. I started a new video of my cleaning my juices off the dildo. It seemed like the least I could do.

I wanted to thank the friend for lending me her toys, but I was pretty sure talking was still off limits. Now dressed, I walked into the bedroom. I was shocked to see the friend, still blindfolded on the bed, but rubbing her pussy with enthusiasm. Apparently, my vocalization had aroused her again. I knew she would soon be fucking the same dildos. I certainly would have enjoyed watching that, but I'm sure she wanted her privacy. I kept walking out the bedroom door, then the back door and finally to my car. I sent a text to Kate that I was done and that I would send her the video as soon as I had a WiFi connection. She replied that I was a good girl and that I was to show the video to one of my sisters. I knew exactly which one would get that privilege.

When I got back to the sorority, I watched the video for the first time while masturbating in my bed. I had my headphones on. That meant my sound of pleasure could fill my head while my nasty performance filled the screen. I was close to cumming, but didn't quite make it. But I was OK with that. I was going to take another run as taking control of Sabrina. I texted her and told her to get over to my roomÉ NOW. I wasn't surprised when there was a timid knock at my door 30 seconds later. I told her to come in and then to lock the door. That last command made her smile. It meant I didn't want to be disturbed. I was now sitting on my bed instead of laying down. I was also lazily stroking my pussy instead of the energetic rubbing I had been doing.

"I stopped so you could finish me," I told her, trying to sound authoritative. "Get me off and then I have a special treat for you." I hoped that would be inspiring. She didn't hesitate. She got down on the floor and crawled between my legs.

In a way, I wished I had called her over before I started watching my video. I'd gotten myself way too worked up to give her much of a challenge to finish me. Still it was nice to have her tongue lapping at my kitty instead of just masturbating myself. I hope she didn't take my quick orgasm as a sign her oral skills were getting better. They still needed work. I didn't know how often she was hooking up with other girls, but she needed practice. But that's neither here nor there. It was time to fulfill Kate's latest command and let Sabrina watch the video. Then I had a devious idea to help prove to Kate I did that. I told Sabrina to strip and then sit next to me on the edge of the bed. When she did, I told her to give me her phone. I then got the video ready to play on my phone.

"Mistress Kate sent me to lick the pussy of a friend of hers today," I told Sabrina. I was back in my submissive voice. It was the same woman I pleasured during my auction weekend. I don't know her name and I have never said a word to her. She has been blindfolded the entire time and doesn't know what a look like."

"That is so kinky," Sabrina replied.

"You don't know the half of it," I continued. "But you soon will. The woman, I'm sure at Kate's urging, set up two dildos for me. One on the wall and one on the floor. I rode them to a very noisy orgasm and recorded it for Kate. She wanted me to show you."

"Why me?" she asked.

"Actually, that was my choice. I'm going to masturbate you and record your reaction while you watch. Maybe it will inspire Kate to visit and she can use us both."

Sabrina seemed hesitant when I click the video record button on her phone, but her reluctance quickly melted away as I began to rub her clit with my other hand. I then told her to play the video. I gave her a running commentary as she watched me fuck myself with rapped attention. I included saying how amazing it was to have both my pussy and mouth filled at the same time. That was more for Kate than for Sabrina. I wanted to make sure Kate knew I was willing to have all of my holes filled simultaneously. I could feel Sabrina's pussy getting wetter and wetter as the video played. I looked her phone and gave Kate encouragement that Sabrina wanted to serve her as well and, "Wouldn't it be great to have two submissives take care of you for the weekend?"

Sabrina was making cute little whimpering noises as I fingered her, and she watch me cum on the video. When I had cum, I told her to put my phone down and play with her pussy herself. That gave me the opportunity to move in front of her for a better camera angle. It also let me torment her. "Look at the phone, slut," I told her. "If Kate likes what she sees, maybe she will let you serve her." Sabrina's hands were moving at a quick pace. "She likes obedient girls. Can you be obedient?" Sabrina answered she could. I could see that her eyes were glazing over. I was pretty confident that Kate would like Sabrina's audition video.

"Don't cum just yet," I continued. "Miss Kate controls her pet's orgasms. You must only cum when we say."

I found it easier to act dominant when I was doing it as a proxy for Kate. Perhaps this was my gateway to becoming a switch, although I still doubted that was in my nature. In my quest for a new Domme, I'd found lots of women and girls willing to be submissive. They had not been a turn on, but now I was getting aroused again by controlling Sabrina. I could tell she would soon climax and despite my repeated warnings not to, she couldn't control herself. I was a little disappointed, but maybe I just had not learned yet how much was too much to expect from a novice like Sabrina. From what I could see, the video would be spectacular. I stopped recording as soon as she started to calm down. I then airdropped the file to my phone so I could send it to Kate. As a result, the video Kate would receive didn't have me telling Sabrina she was very naughty for cumming without permission. She surprised me by saying, "Maybe if you spank me, I'll learn to be a good girl." I had not considered that I would need to punish her. If Kate liked the video of Sabrina, maybe I would make another one of her being punished. Then again, I didn't want Kate to get so enamored of Sabrina that she chose her over me. I stopped thinking and gave Sabrina a passionate kiss and told her to go back to her room. I told her I would think about when to spank her. I liked holding that over her for another undisclosed time.

But as fun as my last two encounters were, they were not a substitute for a real session with Kate. With Christmas break coming up, I begged her to let me visit her. After all, she didn't live far from my mom's house and it was easy to get downtown where she worked. But she was insistent that we couldn't play because her daughter would be home and she wouldn't expose her to the fetish side of her personality. I didn't tell her, but I laughed to myself thinking how my mom was the one who started me down this path. I also thought about Ali and whether I should try to find her over break. I knew that would lead so something bad happening, but I was getting desperate to submit to a real Domme again. I started sending text messages to Kate every day begging to serve her again, if only for an hour. I told her how much I needed her. In retrospect I sounded frantic to be with her again. For the first few days there was no response. Then finally, a text instructing me to be at her office at 2pm on December 23rd. I guess badgering her worked.

Kate didn't send me any other instructions on what to wear, so I figured a professional looking dress, stockings and heels were in order. I also wore my black fabric choker as well as a thong and bra. I would have forgone the underwear, but I figured this was Kate's place of business and I didn't want to look out of place. I also liked dressing up as if I belonged in that kind of office, because one day, I hoped to work in such a place. I asked for Kate at the front reception desk and the woman called back to another admin person. I guess as Managing Partner, Kate had her own secretary.

"You can go on back," the receptionist told me pointing down a hallway. "You'll find the Managing Partner's office (I noticed she didn't use her name and suddenly I felt bad for not knowing her last name) at the end of the hall. Tiffany her admin will let her know you are here."

"Thank you," I replied and began to walk down the hallway. It was a big office. There were a lot of attorneys with offices on the outside wall and paralegals and other staff in a bullpen arrangement on the inside. This was just what I dreamed of when I first decided I wanted to be a lawyer. Roaming the halls of power and holding people's futures in your hands. The excitement I felt this time was not sexual. Of course, I knew that would change the moment I saw Kate. But first I had to get past Tiffany. She was the gatekeeper. Although Kate had sent for me, I didn't want to antagonize her assistant.

I was surprised to find Tiffany was older than I expected. Maybe it was because of her name. But I imagined she would be fresh out of school trying to find her way in the business world. Instead she wore a tailored suit and had flaming red hair. She was probably in her early thirties. Instead of seeing her as a fresh new face, I suddenly pictured her as the power behind Kate's throne. She was intimidating and I bet she helped run the office with an iron fist. I introduced myself. She seemed friendly. She hit her intercom button and told Kate that, "Your 2pm is here." I heard Kate's voice crackle over to speaker to, "Give me 5 minutes. I have to finish this up." Tiffany pointed to a couch near Kate's door. I sat down and crossed my legs. Subconsciously, I think I wanted Tiffany to look at my legs, although I wasn't overt about it. I kept trying to sneak glances at her to see if I could catch her showing interest in me, but I didn't. She was diligently working on whatever project had her attention. Seven or eight minutes later Kate's office door opened and a girl, maybe a few years older than me and carrying a handful of folders hurried out into the hallway. She looked flushed and embarrassed that I saw her. I watched as she turned and disappeared into the bullpen. I was distracted and missed at first when Tiffany told me I could go in. She seemed upset that she had to repeat herself. I stood up and walked in. Kate told me to close the door behind me. She then pressed her intercom button.

"Tiffany, I don't want to be distracted for half an hour," she told her admin. That told me how long I had with her. Then she looked at me. "So, Susan, how desperate are you to serve me today?"

I was barely inside the door when I dropped to my hand and knees and pledged my complete dedication to serving her.

"Very nice," she commented. I felt a warm sensation flow through my body.

"I don't fuck around at the office," she told me. "This is a place of business."

That shot a dagger through my heart. Here I was kneeling in front of my goddess, summoned by her actually, with my pussy wet as always for her, and she is denying me. I know that is consistent with her style, but that wasn't going to get my needs met.

"Crawl toward me," Kate commanded. She had a large corner office with two walls of floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. It took just a few seconds to reach the two chairs in front of her desk. "Stand up, pet," she commanded. I immediately did. "Now strip." I wasn't expecting that since she said she didn't play at the office. But I quickly took off my dress and hung it over the back of the chair. I started to roll down my stockings, but Kate told me to leave them on and just lose my bra and panties. I was left wearing my heels, stockings and the choker. My skin was flushed, and my pussy was soaked. Kate then told me to sit in one of the chairs. I chose the one without my dress hanging on it since I was starting to nervously sweat.

"Spread your legs and put your feet on the edge of my desk," was her next command. I felt very exposed. But I also felt loved as she was giving me what I needed. I would have preferred to have crawled between her legs, but when she gave me the command to play with myself, I did not argue. I used my fingers on my left hand to penetrate my needy pussy while I rubbed my clit with my right. Kate went back to work, although she reminded me, "Don't neglect those delicious nipples and if you cum, it will be the last time we see each other. Do you understand?"

Breathlessly I replied, "Yes, Mistress."

"I'm not your Mistress," she corrected me. "You are a toy for my amusement. I will decide when you have earned the right to call me Mistress."

Between moans, I replied, "I remember, Miss. I am sorry."

"No need to be sorry. I know what you need, but I am not sure I need another full-time slave at this time. Oh, and you might want to be quieter, so Tiffany doesn't hear you."

That was something that was difficult to do. I definitely struggled to be silent. At some point Kate stood up and walked around her desk. Seeing her entire body, clothed as it was, still made my mouth water. I watched as she picked up my thong, wadded it into a ball and from behind my head, pulled it into my mouth. She then reached down and gave both of my nipples a firm pinch. That almost sent me over the edge.

"Let's see if you remember your training, pet, and won't cum," she taunted me as she started rubbing circles around my nipples with her fingers. She knew exactly what she was making me feel. I struggled not to cum. "You know, the weekend we spent together was the best I ever had with an auction girl. The fact that you are so eager to spend more time with me makes me happy."

A wave of pre-climax pleasure washed over my body as I struggled not to peak. Kate continued to taunt me. "I smell your pussy just like I did in the house. You're such a naughty girl. I bet you wish I would spank you again."

"Oh yes, MistreÉ, Miss" I said, my voice muffled by my thong. "I would love for you to spank me again." Even though the words were unintelligible, I was pretty sure she could understand me.

Every stifled word out of my mouth begging her to take this encounter farther grew my arousal. I was sure I wouldn't last much longer. Maybe if I came without permission, I would earn that spanking.

"I liked the video you sent," she continued, applying more pressure to my nipples. "It was cute when you snuck in your desire to have all your holes filled at the same time into Sabrina's video. Doing that would require at least one more woman to tag team you and two would be better. Then instead of a dildo, you could fill your mouth would pussy. How do you feel about that?"

I threw my head back, so I was looking up at her and moaned. I didn't bother saying anything. She knew. Then she stopped teasing me. Unfortunately, that was on brand too. She then told me to slow down how I was touching my pussy, while she went back to her chair and sat down.

"Look at me pet," she told me. I was still sitting with my feet on her desk. My juices were flowing out of my pussy. My thong was still in my mouth and even barely moving my fingers had me hanging on the edge of an orgasm.

"Christmas is a bad time because of family commitments. I don't share this part of my life with them. My daughter is going to Texas for spring break. If you are off the same week, you are welcome to spend the week at my house."

That last sentence started my body shaking as a series of mini-cums began to gush through me. I wouldn't last much longer. Of course, Kate knew that. "Just a little longer, little one," she commanded. I pleaded with my eyes.

Just then the door opened. I didn't turn my head. I was sure it was Tiffany, a fact that was confirmed by her voice shortly after she entered. I was shocked that having a girl naked and masturbating didn't seem to faze her. She had some documents for Kate. After handing them to her, she turned and looked down at me.

"Wet enough?" she asked me while looking at my glistening pussy and fingers. I exploded in a strong, humiliating orgasm. Tiffany kept starting and I kept cumming. Thankfully I didn't squirt. Just being exposed to her was bad enough. I don't think I could have handled spraying Kate's desk.

"How unfortunately, Susan," Kate began. "You didn't make it and came without permission. Go stand in timeout with your hands behind your head."

I was now being punished in front of Tiffany. My humiliation continued. I stood up and walked over to the wall.

"No, no, no, silly girl," Kate corrected me. "Against the window."

Without thinking, I walked over and pressed my naked, overheated body against the cool glass. There were other buildings with a view of this building, but I assumed the glare off the windows would make me invisible. Still, when Kate reminded me to spread my legs, the thought of being completely exposed was thrilling. I wondered how long I would have to stand like this while Kate and Tiffany discussed the case associated with the papers. It was probably ten minutes as Kate explained to Tiffany what she needed done. Then she told me to stand in front of them.

"Susan is the slut I bought at homecoming," she explained to Tiffany. "She was a fine investment. She's also your Christmas bonus. You can leave early today and take her home. Do whatever you want. She is most accommodating and was begging earlier for a spanking. I think she has earned one by cumming without permission. You can fuck her all night but be on time tomorrow for work."

"Thank you, Kate," Tiffany said. "That is most generous of you. Do you have a coat I can borrow until tomorrow?"

"Sure," said Kate. "You can grab mine."

I watched as Tiffany went to the office's coat closet and she retrieved a knee length coat. She brought it to me and wrapped it around me. "Let's go Susan. I am interested in seeing if Kate was right to brag about you."

I was dizzy as Tiffany led me out of the office and past the bullpen and offices. I was naked under the coat and felt very vulnerable. Not only had I been given to her, I knew nothing about her other than her desire to test my submission to see if Kate's apparent praise of me was warranted. As we rode the elevator down and then walked through the lobby, I felt like everyone knew I was going commando. Outside the building, I could feel the crisp winter air blowing up the coat and over my pussy and nipples. But that did little to cool my arousal. When we got to a parking garage and next to her car, Tiffany pinned me against her trunk and untied the coat leaving me exposed to anybody who drove by. She then aggressively kissed me while rubbing my pussy. She was staking her claim on my body. I melted against the car. I was hers. She had captured me. She practically poured me into the passenger seat. The coat was still open, and I knew better than to close it. She kissed me again after buckling the seat belt. She stuck two fingers into my pussy and then licked my juice from them.

"So sweet," she said while looking at me. "I hope you're well rested because I'm going to take full advantage of this opportunity. I want you to masturbate while I drive. I don't even care if you cum, because I'm going to spank you anyway, so feel free to enjoy yourself."

Right there was a difference between Tiffany and Kate that I liked. As she pulled out in traffic, I was busy rubbing myself to take advantage of her decision to let me cum. Hopefully she lived a good distance away so I could climax more than once. On the way, Tiffany asked me if I could spend the night. Without hesitation I agreed. She also asked me about my limits. I gave her the same ones I gave Kate before the auction. She then asked me to describe what I enjoyed the most when I had been with Kate. Describing our encounter had much the same effect on me as when I had described it to Sabrina. Only this time I was masturbating as I described everything she did. I also asked if Kate had shown her the video, I made riding the dildos. She said she had not seen them. I told her it was on my phone. She said, "Good. We can cast it to my TV." I had not thought of doing that before. I liked that idea.

My first orgasm on the drive to her place hit me by surprise. Tiffany had commented that she preferred rope to cuffs and wanted to hogtie me and fuck my ass. That triggered me without warning. "So, the slut likes that idea," she commented. I kept rubbing myself and responded, "God yes, Miss."

"We have about 15 minutes to go to my townhome," Tiffany told me. "If you can cum again, I'm all for it. If not, I'm going to tease you for a couple hours before giving you relief."

That caused me pause. Option one, cum again now. 15 minutes should be plenty having already cum for this sexy stranger now in charge of me. But option two of being teased for a few hours had appeal too. I loved being edged because it made me feel I was under my dominant's total control. Part of me wanted to test her resolve. If I just came again in the car, would she view me as just a kinky slut instead of someone who craves her control over me? Then again, if I mocked her resolve to edge me for the foreseeable future, would she even let me cum again? A few hours would be great, but what if she just made me pleasure her and teased me? Actually, the more I thought about it, the better that sounded. I'd already climaxed in Kate's office and Tiffany's car. That is more than a sub should expect. I stopped masturbating. When Tiffany looked over, I just smiled and said, "I don't think I can cum again, right now." She responded, "You know what that means, don't you?" I assured her that I did.

"Good," she said. "Kate was right about you. Now be quiet until I tell you to speak."

About ten minutes later we pulled up in front of a nice-looking townhouse. Tiffany parked in the driveway but did not open the garage door. "Wait until I let you out," she said. I was fine with that. She carried her briefcase into her place leaving me in the car to wait for a couple of minutes. When she returned, she was carrying a collar and leash. I was sure Kate had told her about that. Tiffany opened the passenger door and unhooked my seat belt. I didn't move because I assumed she would put the collar on me. Instead she reached down and began fingering me. My hips thrust forward on their own to try and force her fingers deeper inside of me.

"We are a needy bitch, aren't we?" she asked rhetorically. "Remember, you turned down your chance to cum again."

I moaned. She was right, but I was already regretting that decision. With great skill, Tiffany rubbed my clit with her thumb while using her middle two fingers to stimulate my pussy. I tried to think about anything besides the pleasure I was feeling because I knew it wouldn't last. I knew, as soon as I showed any signs of a pending orgasm, she would pull away. This was going to be a contest of will, one I was determined to win.

"Awe, poor baby," Tiffany cooed. "I can feel your cunt gripping my fingers. You're not so high and mighty now, are you?" I shook my head. Then I saw her look down at my rock-hard nipples. "I bet those are sensitive?" she said mockingly. I nodded my head up and down. You might think I was just following her orders not to talk, but honestly my arousal was taking control of my body and shutting down my voluntary emotions. Only my subconscious was available, controlling my nipples, pussy and desires. My orgasm was approaching and try as I might, I couldn't control it. Fortunately, Tiffany seemed as adept as Kate at pushing me to the edge and stopping. That was not a skill I had mastered yet. Leaving me panting in need, Tiffany attached the collar around my neck and tugged on the leash. I didn't want to leave the car. I wanted her to finish me there. But I had no choice but to follow her. Thankfully she didn't make me crawl to the front door. The coat allowed me some measure of modesty to the prying eyes of her neighbors, but once inside I knew the protection it afforded me would end.

Tiffany led me by the leash into the living room where I was instructed to drop the coat. I liked being naked in front of her, as long as we were inside. I looked around and saw several pictures of Tiffany with another woman. I was smart though. I didn't say anything. I just pointed at one of the pictures.

"Oh," Tiffany said. "That's my ex. I miss her. She let me tie her up and torment her body." I pointed to myself and then held out my hands indicating she could tie me up. I meant it too. Even though we had not played yet, I was confident she could tie me up any time she wanted. Maybe Kate was too busy to use me, but Tiffany was hot and apparently available. Actually, hot is not the right word. Her flaming red hair made her look like a superhero. If she was wearing leather or even better a latex catsuit, she could be part of the Marvel universe. She definitely looked the part of being in charge, and in my limited experience with her so far, those looks were not deceiving.

Tiffany took the leash and started walking toward the stairs. I thought she was going to take me to bed (yeah!) but instead she opened a door and lead me to the basement. It wasn't large but had been outfitted as a playroom. Either she was exceptionally neat and organized, or Kate had told her ahead of time to be prepared to have me as a guest. There were several coils of rope, a few vibes including a Hitachi wand, a number of dildos, including two strap-ons, plugs, blindfolds and a couple styles of gags. One that caught my eye was a penis gag. I'd never worn one of those, but after my experience sucking the dildo attached to the mirror, it sounded like a good style of toy.

Tiffany brought me over to a couch, but she didn't sit me down. She also grabbed the Hitachi and a coil of rope. This was starting to get interesting. She told me to spread my legs and then she put the Hitachi between them pressed up against my pussy. It wasn't on yet. It wasn't even plugged in. Then she said to hold the Hitachi and close my legs, squeezing it into place. OK, this was new. I had the Hitachi trapped between my legs as Tiffany began to lace the rope around my thighs. It was obvious what her plan was and I just stood there and let her do it. The rope coiled around my thighs about ten or twelve times effectively trapping the body of the wand, although the head, pressed against my pussy and clit was free. She then took another coil of rope and secured my calves. My legs would not be moved apart, although my knees could bend.

That was a good thing, because after securing my wrists and forearms in front of me and looping a piece of rope through the D-ring of the collar, she helped me kneel down on the floor. Then she pushed me over into basically a fetal position. She then speedily took the rope attached to my collar and used it to connect to my wrists and my knees. It was only after all of that, I remembered she promised to hog tie me. After I was secured, she plugged the wand in. She also took my phone, which I could only unlock with effort, to hook up to the TV with a micro-HDMI cable she had for the occasion. Kate must have told her to prepare for that too. She then sat down on the couch and used my butt for a footrest. She also had a variable speed control for the Hitachi. I was stuck, forced to watch my own sex video while I was secured and being teased. I had not been expecting this when Kate sent me home with her secretary.

"My, my, you are the naughty one," Tiffany commented. Then she turned up the wand. As you can imagine, my response was swift and throaty. After my video was over, it was short after all, Tiffany put on a porno. It was a lesbian BDSM video. She the lay down behind me a spooned me. The wand was on maybe one-third power. That was enough to keep me interested, but not enough to cum. She reached around me and started teasing my nipples, while her mouth was near the back of my neck, where her hot breath would drive me crazy. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and she was quickly dropping me into subspace. Unable to move more than an inch or two and desperate to cum, she toyed with me until the movie ended. I was sore from the rope, but mostly I needed to cum. I begged her to end her teasing punishment. I told her I would gladly lick her pussy or rim her ass. Basically, I would do anything to help her get off so I could earn my orgasm. Then I heard her phone chirp. "Damn it," she said, apparently upset with the timing of the text message.

Apparently, it was her EX. Or as she put it, "My fucking EX who doesn't understand when things are over. She typed out a quick message with firm, angry taps. A few moments later, the phone rang. I assumed it was her EX not taking no for an answer. I was surprised when she picked up. It wasn't her EX.

"Hi Kate," she began. Why was Kate calling? I could only hear one side of the conversation. "No, she's greatÉ No, just like you said. She gave herself up with no troubleÉ No, it's fine, I can handle herÉ Yeah, we watched her videoÉ Agreed, she needs to be gangbanged sometimeÉ OK, I'll see you in the office tomorrowÉ Bye."

To me it sounded like Kate wanted to come over to play, but Tiffany wanted to keep me to herself. That was disappointing, but I certainly couldn't complain with what she was doing to me. I wanted her to turn up the wand, but I didn't argue when she set down her phone and instead of spooning with me again, she laid down in front of me and pulled my head between her legs. The position was tough, but her pussy was wet. It was now time for me to earn my orgasm.

Tiffany turned the wand up just a bit, but still not high enough for me to climax. Then she started grinding on my face instead of just letting me eat her. I did my best to leave my tongue out, but mostly she was just rubbing against me. That was less work for me, so if that was what got her off, I was good with it. Unfortunately, my hogtied position didn't leave her enough friction, so she rolled off on me. I was disappointed she had not cum because that meant my own orgasm would be delayed, assuming she let me cum at all. Tiffany then straddled my left knee and began humping it. Based on the sounds she made, this was a much better position for her than trying to grind my face. She also turned up the Hitachi again. Now it was at a speed that would make me climax, if I was allowed or if she let it run long enough to force me to orgasm. Meanwhile, she also sped up her pace of humping my leg.

"I cum first," she warned me. Implicit in that was if/when she did cum, I had permission. That made me happy because I was close and from what I could tell, so was she. We both were moaning and her rocking on my leg was pressing me tighter against the wand. It was a win/win situation. Her eyes were closed as she slid her wet pussy up and down my leg. I almost lost control and climaxed, but fortunately she threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm overtook her. That triggered me as I could no longer hold back. I screamed as well as we both came at the same time. When Tiffany finally rolled off of me, I thought she would untie me. Or at least turn off the wand. But neither happened. As a result, my arousal never decreased and within minutes I was begging for permission to cum again. This time that didn't happen, although Tiffany turned the wand down temporarily. You wouldn't think turning down a Hitachi would be a reward, but the lower speed would keep my arousal bubbling, but controllable. Of course, since I was still bound, there was obviously other games she wanted to play with me. I soon found out that meant use of my only available hole.

Tiffany retrieved a medium butt plug and some lube. I wasn't unhappy with this development, although I would have preferred a dildo and the wand on high. But I wasn't in a hurry, so the plug was fine. That would give me time to stretch and prepare for what I was sure would happen eventually. The slow tease of the wand was fine too. That would let my next orgasm build organically. I was kind of expecting a spanking or some kind of pain, but apparently Tiffany was more kinky than sadist. She liked bondage and toys, but her promised spanking may or may not happen and crops and floggers were not her thing. I was left on the floor to whither in my bondage while she went upstairs.

About twenty minutes later, I heard her doorbell ring. I wondered if she was just having food delivered or if it was someone else who wanted to join us. When I heard two sets of feet coming down the stairs, I had my answer. I was surprised that I recognized the new woman. It was Tiffany's EX.

"Say hello to Gwen," Tiffany said.

"Nice to meet you Gwen," I replied. "You'll excuse me if I don't hug you or shake your hand."

"You were right, Tif," Gwen said. "She's scrumptious. Nice to meet you Susan. I look forward to tasting your pussy. You smell like you're having a good time."

Again, I was nose-deaf to my own scent, but it wouldn't surprise me to find my arousal was marking my territory. I wiggled a bit and said, "What are you going to do to little defenseless me?"

"Oh, you'll find out," Tiffany said. "But first I am going to reacquaint myself with Gwen. We have not played for a long time."

That sounded weird to me since they had broken up. Then again, that may have just been a story she told me. My mouth watered as I watch Gwen strip. She then chucked and turned the wand back up. "Be a good girl and wait for both of us to cum before you do yourself," Gwen told me with a teasing smile. Gwen and Tiffany then got down on the floor next to me in a 69 with Tiffany on top. I didn't know if that was a coincidence or indicated Tiffany was still in charge of her. It didn't really matter. I had a front row seat to watch them devour each other. They were so hot, I almost forgot about my own predicament, although fighting my urge to cum was never far from my mind. My field of vision was complete with two gorgeous women making love to each other and I could definitely smell their arousal. The entire basement stank of pussy. Gwen was moaning loudest, and I thought she would cum first. I wondered if Tiffany would hump my leg again or maybe rub herself off on Gwen. But then Tiffany started moaning in earnest and I was thinking they would cum together. Actually, since I was fighting not to cum, I was looking forward to the three of us cumming together like Tiffany and I had done half an hour ago.

Just as I thought the three of us would explode, I felt the familiar sting of a riding crop impact my left butt cheek. I screamed, Gwen and Tiffany climaxed, and I turned my head to see Kate standing over me brandishing the weapon. My climax was temporarily, hopefully very temporarily, on hold as the pain rushed through my body. Then I felt another strike.

"You were so focused on these two sluts that you didn't even hear me come in," Kate said. Gwen and Tiffany scurried into a kneeling position next to me with their eyes down and not looking directly at Kate.

"Turn that wand off," she commanded, and Tiffany quickly replied. I was left hanging again. Not that I was surprised.

"I told you how to prepare," Kate scolded Tiffany. "I gave you a present and this is how you repay me?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Tiffany replied. "I couldn't help myself."

It wasn't lost on me that Tiffany called Kate, Mistress. Per Kate's rules, that meant they had a commitment to each other. I was still trying to figure out Gwen's role in this triad.

"I'll deal with you later," Kate told her. "I hope you enjoyed your orgasm because it will be the last one you have for a while."

Tiffany looked dejected. Gwen looked like she was trying to subdue a laugh.

"I don't have long," Kate continued. "Prepare Susan."

I watched as Kate went back upstairs, perhaps to change or use the bathroom. Tiffany started removing the ropes that held me tight. I knew better than to ask what, "Prepare Susan," meant. I would learn that soon enough. Gwen pitched in getting me untied. I was surprised that a different kind of tie was not reapplied. Kate came back down the stairs. She was naked and my mouth drooled at the sight. As she approached me, now kneeling in servitude, she rubbed her pussy and then ran her fingers over my lips so I could taste her again. It was heavenly. Then she told Gwen and Tiffany to put on their dildos. I watched as they both but on strap-ons. Tiffany's was longer and narrower. Gwen's was a bit shorter, but stouter.

I thought they were going to immediately fuck me (yeah!) but instead Kate sat down on the couch and instructed me to crawl to her. She was clearly the alpha and as she had told me many times, she was to cum before I did. Since it was reasonable to assume I would climax if Tiffany and Gwen had their way with me, taking care of Kate first made a lot of sense. She was already very wet when my tongue first made contact with her soft folds. Either she got turned on just thinking about me or she was playing with herself on the way over from the office. Both thoughts were exciting to me.

Gwen and Tiffany were urging me on to finish off Kate. I guess they were looking forward to using their weapons on me. I knew Kate said she was short on time, so I was doing my best to make her cum quickly. Even so, it was at least ten minutes before she rewarded me with a fresh flow of juice and a hearty, "Oh, you fucking bitch!" I took that as a complement. I also took that as it was time for me to get fucked. My pussy had been pulsating in anticipation for at least five minutes and the butt plug told me more than my pussy would be used. Kate told Tiffany to lie on the floor and I was told to mount her in a forward cowgirl.

Her flaming red hair and beautiful face was wonderful to look at so I didn't object to that position at all. I started to fuck myself on her fake cock, but Kate told me to stop.

"Did you think they were going to take turns with your slut hole?" she questioned me. Before I could respond I felt Gwen tugging at the plug.

"Just remember, you begged for this in your video," Kate continued. I felt my now plug free ass receiving a generous about of lube. Then I was bent forward to the point where my tits were touching Tiffany's and then I felt Gwen stretching my back hole. The fatter dildo was a challenge to take, but when I finally relaxed enough to let her enter my taboo tunnel, the twin dildos felt amazing. As they began to tentatively build a rhythm (it's tough if you've never practiced a double penetration) I remembered what I had specifically begged Mistress was to use all three of my holes. Kate didn't have another strap-on, but she did have another big dildo. She knelt down with her knees on either side of Tiffany's head, grabbed the back of my head with her left hand and fed me the dildo with her right.

This was probably part of Kate's punishment of Tiffany since her pussy hovered over Tiffany's face but was just out of reach of her tongue. Then again, you could make the argument that was really Kate punishing herself as she could have squatted lower and forced her slave to eat her out. I'm opting to believe it was a deliberate punishment because as Kate forced the dildo deeper into my mouth and eventually gagged me with it in my throat, I began to cough, choke and eventually saliva was running out of my mouth. Tiffany got spit instead of pussy. And I don't think anybody prefers that.

Gwen was going to town on my backdoor. It felt amazing. Tiffany's cock was nice, but I couldn't quite get in the position to really rub my clit. I was getting some indirect contact and my ass nerves were all firing thanks to Gwen, so I was enjoying myself. Kate force feeding and then fucking my mouth was less pleasurable from a stimulation perspective, but from a submission viewpoint, it was wonderful. Would I have preferred she had a third strap-on? Yes. Would I have preferred if they rotated on occasion and each took all of my holes. Sure. But I wasn't complaining. It was not long ago that I shared this fantasy with Kate and now I was experiencing it. I knew it could be a while until I saw Kate again, but this event would keep my masturbation fantasies primed for months.

Tiffany tried spanking me, I think to speed up my orgasm so she could move on to something else, but she couldn't get much leverage so her swats were more like love taps. Still I appreciated it. Gwen's grunts of, "Look at that asshole take my cock," were more stimulating and Kate's continual humiliating statements as she fucked my face drove me closer and closer to the climax I craved. Finally, she pulled the dildo out of my mouth, spat on my face and said, "Go ahead a cum, you $5,000 whore." She didn't have to tell me twice and a particularly savage thrust from Gwen helped too. I came and I came hard and loud.

I know I keep saying, "It was like no other orgasm I ever had before," but it was. Each new experience Kate gave me brought a different kind of climax. The girls kept fucking me as I rode the orgasm dragon. Kate tossed the dildo she had used to fuck my mouth on the floor and announced she had to leave, but told the girls to "Fuck the slut until she can't walk straight." Then she left.

Fortunately, Tiffany and Gwen decided that meant they didn't have to DP me and could take turns in my ass and pussy. They had a chance to rest when the other girl was hammering me meaning they had the strength to keep fucking me until I finally begged them to stop. They agreed as long as I promised to eat them both until they were satisfied. I had lost track of how many times they had me make them cum. Tiffany came twice more on my face. Gwen went for the extra round. Eating them gave me a bit of time to recover before Tiffany drove me back downtown to get my car. She thankfully still had my clothes from when I stripped in the office. I wasn't sure exactly how to thank her for an amazing night and I didn't know if Kate would share me with her again. I kind of liked her style favoring kink over pain. I mean, you know I love when Kate punishes me, but Tiffany's softer style was nice too. Of course, having them both mix their styles was amazing. Basically, I already was craving seeing either or both of them again and having Gwen along for the ride was a definite bonus.

Unfortunately, after Christmas break, my life fell back into a similar rut of looking for a full time Domme, failing and masturbating to fantasies of being a sex slave. Kate had promised I could spend Spring break with her, which was wonderful, but I had needs that had to be met right now. Alas, they were not. I tried to focus on my studies and ignore my pussy, but that only works for so long. Soon I was on personals websites and using a fake ID to get into bars. I had the occasional hook-up, but they were unsatisfying. Kate's mystery friend requested my services again. That was nice, although this time Kate didn't send another task for me to record for her. That was disappointing. I think she was trying to make sure I was desperate for her when Spring break rolled around. If that was her plan, it worked 100%.

I told my mom I was going to Florida for Spring break. That was a bit out of character for me, but I didn't want to tell her I had planned a week of submission. I left my car at her house. She offered to give me a ride to the airport, but I told her not to worry because I would grab an Uber. What she didn't know, was that the Uber went straight to Kate's house. I assumed Kate would be home, but she wasn't. I sent her a text asking where she was. I hoped she didn't forget that she had invited me.

"Not to worry, pet," she replied. "I'm stuck at the office and then need to get some supplies. Go in the back yard. There is a shed. Go inside and then take your clothes off. You will find a bag on the couch for them. There is a stool setup for you. Sit down on it and edge yourself until I get home."

I had a feeling she had planned this long ago. Why else would she have a stool setup for me? I walked around the house to the back yard. The shed looked larger than I anticipated. I was expecting a molded plastic gardening shed like they sell at the big box stores. Kate didn't strike me as the gardening type, so I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that the "shed" was more like a tiny house. No, it wasn't on a trailer, but it looked stick framed and based on the windows, looked like it had some kind of loft. I suppose it was more of a She-Shed than anything else. And given Kate's choice of sexual activities, I assumed it hid many activities from her family.

I opened the door. There was a deadbolt, but it was unlocked. It was dark, I found a light switch by running my hand around the wall near the door. I was right to classify the "shed" as a tiny house. There was a kitchenette with a sink and an induction cooktop. There was a door at the end that looked like a bathroom. There was a couch and a TV along with a ladder that led to a loft. I assumed there was a bed upstairs but didn't go to look. I was a bit distracted by the stool in the center of the floor. It was the one Kate had instructed me to sit on while I edged myself. I started getting tingly when I saw it. It definitely wasn't the type of stool you would find in a gardening shed.

The seat was shaped more like a saddle. Its height meant my feet would touch the floor with my knees bent a bit. The weirder part, although I suppose it wasn't weird for Kate, was the curved dildo sticking up from the seat. It was about six or six and a half inches tall and reasonably thick. It looked like it would provide a good ride. But that wasn't the only modification. In front of the dildo was the bulbous head of a Hitachi Wand. You already know what that does to me. Upon closer inspection, I could tell that if I bottomed out on the dildo, the wand would press against my pussy and clit. I liked that, except I had been ordered to edge and I don't know if I would be successful at controlling myself if Kate didn't get here soon. Finally, there were two chains hanging from the underside of the loft on either side of the stool. I looked around for cuffs that could be attached to the chain. I had no doubt that Kate would want me trapped on the stool until she arrived. Before I could find any restraints, my phone rang.

"Hello Miss," I answered.

"Why aren't you naked yet?" She asked. "You're earning punishments before we even start."

I looked around to see if she was looking in the window.

"There's a security camera, dummy," Kate said. "Now strip and I'll tell you where the restraints are located. You can hang the clothes bag in the bathroom.

I quickly took off all my clothes and located the promised bag on the couch. Even though apparently, she could see me, I told her I was naked.

"There is a closet next to the bathroom. That's where I store my toys when I don't want anybody to think this is more than a relaxation room. You will find leather cuffs and carabiners to clip to the chains. Grab them and put them on."

I hurried toward the bathroom and found the storage closet. The cuffs were hanging on the wall along with a collar.

"May I wear your collar as well, Miss?" I asked being careful not to say Mistress accidentally.

"You may," was her reply.

"How long will you be delayed, Miss?" I asked. "I mean, if it's going to be a while, can I use the bathroom first?"

"I might be a while," Kate added. "Heck, you're so sexy I may just watch you from the house for a while. Go ahead and go to the bathroom but be quick."

I went into the bathroom not knowing if there was a camera in there too. I had the sense that every square foot of the play shed was being recorded. I hung up the clothes bag on a hook behind the door. I just had to pee, so it didn't take me long to get back into the living room. Kate then instructed me how she wanted my wrists clipped to the chains and that the Hitachi should be on the low setting.

"I doubt you will need any lube for the dildo, will you?" she asked.

"No mam," I replied. "I'm soaking."

"Then mount up and once you are settled, clip your wrists as high up the chains as you can," was her final instruction. It didn't take long to complete. With enough effort I could have unclipped the cuffs, but I got them hooked high enough that I was probably stuck until Kate got there to release me. Then again, who would want to be released? I had a thick dildo in my pussy, long enough to rub my g-spot when I bounced up and down and a plug-in vibrator that wasn't going to run out of batteries. That sounded like a pretty good night. The one downside, of course, was Kate had warned me not to cum. Even though I was alone, she had told me I was under surveillance so if I did orgasm, she would know. I looked around for the camera as best as my wrist bondage would allow. I thought I saw a camera pointed straight at me from over the door. That angle made sense. I couldn't see a microphone or speaker, but I assumed she had both. She was probably already at home and just watching me. Maybe Tiffany or Gwen came home with her and was eating Kate's pussy right now. My own arousal made me think of other things Kate could be doing while I tormented myself for her amusement. As I started to near a climax, I switched to thinking about anything other than the fire growing between my legs.

But mental distractions only work for so long. About two minutes in my case, before I started fucking the dildo in earnest and maybe three more until I was on edge. I stopped fucking myself, although the wand continued its assault on me, and I had to stand up. About half the dildo was still in my pussy, but at least I had cleared the head of the wand. It was then I heard Kate's voice. This time it wasn't the result of a phone call but came from the direction of what I think was the camera.

"That didn't take long slut," she said. "I thought you would last longer."

I assumed if there was a speaker, there must also be a microphone. "I didn't want to risk cumming, Miss," I replied.

"Good girl," was the response. "Take a minute or two to calm down and then begin again. I want you primed and ready when I arrive."

"Fuck," I thought. "I'm already primed and ready." But of course, I didn't say that. I just agreed with her demand. Kate didn't say anything else, so I wasn't sure she was watching anymore. I hoped she was driving home and if so, I hoped she wasn't watching me. Then again, I knew I was sexy as hell fucking myself so if I had the opportunity, I'd probably do what I had to do to view my performance. It didn't take long before I had to stop again. Anyone watching would have seen that was the case. So would anybody else who was listening. I squatted again to calm down. Two minutes later, I took Kate's instructions to heart and started fucking myself again. I reached the point where I could only stand three or four thrusts and the accompanying few seconds on the wand before I had to stop and take a breather. I didn't know if Kate would me mad at me for riding the dildo so infrequently or happy that I was in a hyper aroused state barely holding on to my ability to control my body.

"Don't let me down now, Susan," the headless voice crackled over the speaker. I took that to mean fuck myself some more. I lowered myself slowly onto the dildo until I was stuffed and buzzed. Then I stood up quickly offering myself some relief. Then slowly down again. Then quickly up.

"You're cheating," Kate relayed over the speaker.

"I can't go faster," I whined. "I'll cum."

"I'll be there in about five minutes," Kate said. It was the first hopeful thing she had said. "I'm monitoring you. I don't want to see you stop again. Go slowly if you have to, scream if you want to relieve the stress, but I'll see you cum and take corrective action if you can't control yourself."

"Five minutes to avoid punishment," I thought. I wasn't sure I could do that. But I had to try.

I probably would have been in better shape if the dildo wasn't curved to directly hit my g-spot. I admit that was making holding back tougher. I wasn't sure if the pressure I was feeling was an indication that I was going to squirt again. I think I would need harder pressure on my clit pushing my g-spot down onto the dildo, but the feeling clearly was of an impending orgasm I wasn't going to be able to control much longer. Kate had said five minutes, but maybe that was just to throw me off. She probably wanted me to climax without permission, so she had an excuse to punish me. I attempted to count the seconds until her arrival, but that was futile. I desperately needed to orgasm. Kate knew that and wanted to delay it as long as she could. I knew I needed to orgasm, but the physical desire was in conflict with the mental desire to please her and the emotional desire to make her love me and let me serve her full time and call her my mistress. I wasn't going to last long. Then the door opened. As usual, Kate knew exactly how much I could take before she broke me.

She was smiling when she walked in. Whether that was pride in me or just taking pleasure in my torment, I don't know. She walked up to me and turned the wand on high. Then she started rubbing my clit and pussy vigorously side to side. "Count down from 25 she told me. Each number is a round trip on the dildo. You can go slow and try to save yourself or you can go fast to get permission to cum quicker, but you might not make it. You'll earn ten lashes with the flogger for each number remaining when you cum. Go."

How the hell was I going to make it 25 more round trips on the dildo, especially with the wand on high and her hand stimulating my joy button. It couldn't be done. But the longer I resisted, the fewer lashes I would earn. I started slowly as I counted down from 25 to 20. But her fingers dancing on my clit were going to bring me off, so I sped up in an effort to minimize my punishment. The first few fast bounces I took were not too bad, but then the dildo really started working on my g-spot and I knew an explosive orgasm was preordained. It was going to happen no matter what Kate commanded and no matter what non-sexy thing I thought about. My body was on auto-drive. Even if Kate took me off the stool and uncuffed me, my hands would have finished the task her diabolical mind had unleashed. I shouted out, "I'm going to cum Mistress! I can't help it!"

I woke, laying on the couch with my head in Kate's lap. She was stroking my hair like I was a dog. She was clothed, while I remained naked. That alone perfectly showed our relational dynamic. I have no specific memory of how my time on the stool ended, but I had a pretty good idea what happened. After I woke, Kate had me sit up and we watched the video. It was embarrassing that she had to slow down the final climax to be able to count the number of thrusts I completed before I exploded in a frenzy of guttural moans and squirted like a fountain.

I didn't know what to say after we finished watching. Even though I had napped, I was worn out both emotionally and physically. It wasn't late, but I could easily go to sleep for the night. I confessed as much to Kate and she agreed I would need my rest for the weekend. She told me to go into the loft and sleep until I was summoned in the morning. I wasn't sure if that meant she would wake me or call me, but sleep sounded good. I asked if I could use the bathroom and she consented. When I returned to the main area, she told me I was to sleep naked and not to masturbate. I had to receive my punishment before I would be allowed to cum again. I was too tired at the moment to worry about that. I only hoped I remembered that order if I woke up in the middle of the night. I climbed the ladder into the loft. I could feel Kate's eyes on me. I liked that feeling.

"I'll leave the bathroom light on," she told me, "in case you wake up and need to see the ladder."

It was nice that she was looking out for me. I told her goodnight and settled under the covers on the bed. I lay in bed thinking about what tomorrow would bring but fell asleep fairly soon after. I woke up once needing to use the bathroom. As I carefully climbed down the ladder, I saw a clock in the kitchenette indicate it was 4:45am. I was still tired, so after going to the bathroom, I climbed back up to the loft and quickly fell asleep again. It was light out when I heard a voice say, "Get your slut ass up. We don't have all day to sleep." I didn't immediately recognize the voice, but that didn't matter. I rolled over to the ladder and started my decent.

I turned out it was Gwen who arrived to awaken me. I was given the time to go to the bathroom again and then she attached a leash to the collar I was still wearing from last night. That didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was her order to crawl through the yard as if I was a dog. That turned out to be the theme of the day. I was little more than a pet to her and Kate. Crawling through the cool grass was a new sensation. Gwen took the opportunity to whip my butt with the leash. It was lightweight, so there wasn't much sting, but the reinforcement that she was in charge of me was recognizable. I remembered her submitting to Kate, but apparently today I would be submitting to both of them. That made me happy.

Once inside, I was given knee pads as I was told not to stand unless ordered to do so. I also had a tail plug pushed into my ass and padded gloves for my hands. There were no finger covers in the gloves, kind of like weightlifting gloves, but pads for the palm. I was told not to speak, although I was allowed to bark. My first task as their dog, was to lick Kate's pussy to make up for my falling asleep early last night. That task was a pleasure, one that I immediately began.

After Kate climaxed, Gwen was next to enjoy my services. Then Kate ordered round two and Gwen did as well. This is how my day was to go. I received no pleasure myself but serviced both women as often as they liked. And they liked to be serviced frequently. I also cooked them breakfast and lunch. It was the two times I was allowed to stand. My own meals were served in a bowl on the floor and of course, doggies don't get to use their hands to eat. It was intoxicating to be under the control of both beautiful women, but frustrating that I wasn't being allowed to get off.

I lost track of how many times I got Kate and Gwen off by dinner time. But don't think that Kate forgot about the punishment I earned. She and Gwen took a break from their own pleasure to each flog one side of my ass. Through video replay, it was determined that I came on a count of 8 too soon, thereby earning 80 lashes with the flogger. The women divided that into forty on each butt cheek. They didn't flog my back or thighs and I remained on the floor on my hands and knees.

Since lunch I had been ready to beg Kate to fuck me, but I didn't want Gwen to hear me sound so desperate. That was difficult during the flogging. Thankfully she left shortly after dinner (Jimmy John's delivery) and I was able to express my needs quite forcefully to Kate. She agreed I had been a good pet and led me back to her she-shed where I retrieved a strap-on from the storage closet and then helped secure it on Kate. She pulled the plug out of my ass. I'd been wearing it so long I'd forgotten it was in there. Then she sat on the couch. She said I'd been on my knees long enough and told me to mount her. I didn't have to be told twice.

Riding her cowgirl, my nipples were available for her amusement and my pleasure/pain. It didn't take me long until I was begging for permission to cum. Permission that was not granted. At least not yet. Instead she told me to stand and get a bottle of lube. I knew where this was headed. The only question was what position I would be in when she took my ass again. Kate didn't move from the couch, so I just handed her the lube. She poured a generous amount over her fake cock. She then handed me back the bottle I told me to grease myself up. Two fingers in my bum did just that. Then she ordered me into a reverse cowgirl. Having worn the plug all day, taking her cock up my bum was remarkably easy. But she didn't want me to just fuck myself like I had done ten minutes earlier. Instead she told me to lean back toward her. When I did, she wrapped her arms around me and grabbed my breasts.

As she began to manipulate my nipples again, this time more for pleasure than before, she ordered me to fuck myself. Leaned backwards as I was, it was more difficult to hump the dildo, but I managed. Then Kate released my left breast and began to rub my clit. Between moans, I warned her that she was going to make me cum. She replied that was the basic idea. I took that as the approval to let my orgasm build and that I would be rewarded. Within minutes, I was edging on peak and again begged for permission to cum. I was a bit surprised when Kate told me yes so soon. I expected her to make me wait longer. But I wasn't about to question her motives, and eight or nine thrusts down on the dildo, along with her clit and nipple play, had me savoring the climax I had been chasing all day. I didn't pass out this time, but I did thank her over and over. I called her Mistress again out of love and respect. She didn't correct me but sent me to bed early again saying Sunday would also be a busy day.

Tiffany was the one who woke me Sunday and the day went largely the same as Saturday. I was tired of always crawling around but eating pussy all day was wonderful. Kate again fucked me to sleep, this time in my pussy, missionary style. I think I preferred the anal reverse cowgirl, but I still came hard without complaints.

Monday morning Kate woke me and held the leash as I crawled naked to the house. That was getting to be a habit that I enjoyed. Unfortunately, Kate was going to the office since the work week was beginning. Fortunately, she had a task that would keep me busy and amused (frustrated) all day.

"The house needs a good cleaning," she told me. "It's probably two days work. I want each room to pass the white glove test or you will be punished. I went easy on you since Tiffany and Gwen were here this weekend. They can't protect you tonight."

The basic rules were simple. Stay naked, except for my collar and heels, clean each room top to bottom. When I finish one room, I am to lay on the floor and edge. I was to text Kate and if she isn't busy, she will Facetime with me to make sure I don't cum. If she is in the meeting, I'm to send a picture when I stop. I did some quick math. There are twelve rooms in her house. Divided by two, that's six per day. That's six times to edge and six opportunities to earn a punishment. I told her I understood the rules, and she showed me where the cleaning supplies were located.

I started in the living room since I figured that would take the longest. It took about two hours and I had worked up quite a sweat by the time I finished. I looked pretty nasty in my estimation. I felt dirty as the sweat dripped down my naked body and my hair was a mess. Now I had to edge. I sent Kate a text and to my surprise, my Facetime chirped just a few minutes later. I had not expected her to be available. As a result, she got to watch me masturbate and give me instructions on how to do it for her amusement. As usual, she reduced me to a blubbering mess of submission begging her to be allowed to cum but knowing that wasn't how the game would be played. She told me to get back to work.

Half the house was spotless by the time Kate got home, and I was a quivering mess of sexual need. Of course, she found a spot I missed in three of the rooms earning me punishment instead of ecstasy. My ass was so sore by the time I went to bed I had to sleep on my stomach. Tuesday was much of the same. After eating Kate's pussy while she ate breakfast, I was turned loose to complete my cleaning duties. She watched me edge three of the six times. Like yesterday, I was desperate for her touch by the time she got home. Fortunately, she only found one failure in my cleaning today and after a brief spanking she began to finger me as I lay over her lap. She took pity on me and brought me off, but the price I paid was kneeling between her legs and eating her out for two hours while she watched a movie. Then I was sent to bed in the shed.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday each had their own tasks for me to complete while Kate was at the office. Wednesday, I had to go to the mall in a very short skirt and make sure both men and women knew I wasn't wearing panties. That was harder than it sounds as I had to be sure I didn't get busted for indecent exposure. Finding guys to look was easier as I could sit in the food court and expose myself under the table. The downside was some college boys trying to pick me up. I couldn't blame them for trying, but as they followed me around the mall, I did have a sense of dread that they would follow me to my car and try to attack me. I formulated a plan to get security to escort me to my car if they stayed near me. I didn't mind them looking, but touching was out of the question.

Exposing myself to a woman proved more difficult. I thought about using a clothing store changing room, but that seemed impractical as I couldn't figure out a way to make my flashing seem accidental. Then I spied a shoe store with a young girl clerk who looked about my age. That made more sense to me as a voyeur victim as she could "accidently" look up my skirt as she fitted my shoes. It might cost me some money because I couldn't flash her and then not buy anything, but I always could use another pair of shoes.

In the shop, I looked at the sexier, yet impractical for walking shoes. At least impractical except in the bedroom. That is how I described a lot of their inventory. The clerk approached me and asked if she could help. She also asked what I was looking for. I told her I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for, but I would know when I saw it. She was about to turn away when I spotted a pair of thigh-high leather boots with a tall spiked heel. I'd always wanted a pair anyway and they were perfect to inadvertently expose myself when trying them on. "I'd like to try these on," I told the clerk. She had me sit down and measured my foot. She was kneeling in front of me and I thought I saw her looking under my skirt. Not that I minded as that was my task, but I needed to be sure she saw what I was here to show her.

"Let me get the boots in your size," the clerk told me before walking into the storeroom. My pussy was getting very juicy, more so than when I flashed the boys. Speaking of the boys, I wondered if they would come in and look at men's shoes, but they didn't. I didn't see them looking through the window either. Maybe they had given up. But that was less important than the young girl carrying a large box back to me.

"Let's try these on," she said, a wide smile showing on her face. She picked up the right boot and asked me to raise my leg. She struggled to get the boot on. It was very tight, even with the calf zipper undone. As a side note, I loved having the zipper in back so it didn't show, even though that would make the boots more difficult to put on. But as my foot settled into place and she started pulling up the zipper, I could see her staring up my skirt. If I had accidently flashed her during the measurement, this was full on voyeurism. The boot molded itself to my calf as she slid the zipper ever higher. She supported my leg with her left hand as I held it out straight and twisted it slightly to admire how it made me look. That move also teased the clerk. She appeared to enjoy the boots as much as I did. I admit that was a side benefit for my amusement.

Boot two went on in much the same way. The clerk was clearly focused on looking up my skirt and when I stood to walk and test the fit of the boots, I could sense her staring at my ass. I found I enjoyed teasing the girl this way. She obviously liked what she saw, and I contemplated inviting her back to Kate's house after her shift, but I thought better of it since I didn't have the authority to do so. But I would be sure to tell Kate about her and let her make that decision.

Mercifully, the boys that had been following me earlier were gone when I left the shoe store and I was not troubled by them as I went to my car. I didn't have to implement my security guard plan. I was thankful for that.

Thursday found me acting as a tourist in downtown Boston by going to Faneuil Hall Marketplace, walking the Freedom Trail and going to the Museum of Fine Arts. My skirt was a little longer, that day, but my heels were higher, and I wore stockings and garters. I was also sans underwear and a bra. Being in public without panties was a huge turn on and my lack of a bra meant my nipples were hard all day and clearly visible through the silk blouse I wore. I didn't have orders to expose myself, but having my braless tits bouncing as I walked had the result you would expect. I had my share of gawkers as I pretended not to know the effect I was having on the male population. I noticed more than one tourist couple where the woman hit her man for ogling me. That made me feel good about myself. I did have a few admirers walk behind me watching my ass. Why do guys think they can do that without getting busted? Fortunately, I never felt like I might be in danger like I did at the mall.

Friday found me dressed in a very, very short skirt, a translucent blouse and my new thigh-high boots. The reason? Friday's task was to go to several different adult stores around the metropolitan area and purchase items from a shopping list Kate gave me. Fortuitously, she also gave me cash so none of the pervy clerks had my personal information. It was bad enough to be walking in almost exposed but having them know who I was would have been too much. I think I would have rebelled against Kate for that.

As it was, it was humiliating enough to have to buy all kinds of toys, punishment implements and lube. Lots of lube. From each store. I looked like a slut, felt like a slut and was shopping like a slut. I loved it. It was all I could do not to buy tokens for a booth and get myself off. My instructions were to go into the store and as where a specific item, such as a butt plug, flogger or cuffs were located. If the clerk asked if I wanted help picking the item, I was to accept. At the first store, I asked about the cuffs. The man behind the counter, in his grease stained t-shirt stretched over his beer belly (I know that sounds stereotypical) just pointed to a wall toward the back of the store. Several other men took notice of me and watched as I walked to the back of the store to pick my new restraint. I'm sure the guys were mentally undressing me and wondering why such a hot, young girl was in the store alone. They probably thought I was a hooker. Whatever. They wouldn't get to touch me so they could think whatever they wanted. As an impulse buy at the counter, I also grabbed a twelve pack of condoms to tease the clerk and any of the other men who were discretely watching me. The clerk probably thought that would only last me a day.

The second store was a little seedier. I decided to go for a new flogger here as they seemed to have a bigger selection of BDSM gear closer to the front of the store. The clerk at this store, surprisingly, wasn't a slob like at the last store. He was probably in his late 20's, fit and dressed in a clean polo and jeans. He also was happy to help me make my selection. That made me nervous, but also excited. They had four different models to choose from. I was tempted to ask him to strike me with each to help me decide. But instead, I just hit my palm with each. Not surprisingly the most expensive one with the most flex caused the most sting. That sold me. It was pricy, but the quality was worth it. Although I was nervous, I was also enjoying having the clerk help me, so I chose a new paddle as well. It was a firm leather paddle with heart cutouts. I knew from experience the cutouts would hurt like hell. But that didn't stop me from hitting my hand as if I was a novice and was testing it out. Everything was going well until the door buzzer went off. Looking back at the door, I noticed a man who lived on my block walk in. Reflexively I knelt down so he wouldn't see me over the racks of shelves. The clerk laughed.

"Client of yours?" he asked. He obviously thought I was a professional.

"No," I replied quietly but with disgust at his assumption I was a hooker. "My neighbor. I would prefer if he didn't see me."

"Got it," the clerk said. "I'll hold on to your gear and try to distract him. Go hide in the bathroom until he leaves."

The clerk went up front to intercept my neighbor. I remained squatted down, I wasn't about to crawl on the dirty floor, and I wasn't keen on discovering what state of cleanliness they kept their bathroom. I moved between the aisles as best I could without being seen. At least seen by my neighbor. There were other customers who took an interest in seeing me crouching down as my skirt was riding up. Running to the bathroom (unfortunately it seemed like my only option) meant leaving the semi-safety of the aisle. I was ready to make my dash, when my neighbor handed twenty dollars to the clerk in exchange for some tokens. He then began walking to the opposite end of the store where a neon sign indicated "video booths." Once he was safely behind a black curtain, I quickly stood up and walked to the counter.

"Thanks," I told the clerk. "I don't need him seeing me and then telling my parents. And before you ask, I am not a prostitute. My Mistress ordered me to buy this stuff."

I thought blaming my visit on a Mistress might shock the clerk. He didn't bat an eye. I guess he had seen most everything in this store. He just rung up the items and I was on my way to store three. I saved the nicest store for last. This was one that catered more to women, was brightly lit, didn't have video booths and the two clerks that worked there were both women in their 40's. I didn't know it before walking in the door, but both reminded me of Kate and Tiffany. That could be a problem, I mused. I still needed to buy a butt plug to fulfill my task. As the clerk who looked similar to Kate escorted me to their selection, I felt my pussy getting wet and my nipples were on full display.

The sales lady quizzed me about the purpose of the plug. I hesitated at first but she clarified she needed to know whether it was going to be used as preparation for anal sex, punishment, stretching training to take a big cock or dildo and a few other questions like did it need a jeweled top because it was decorative, was it to be stainless steel, glass or rubber. She recommended a glass one because it was easy to keep clean. She seemed more knowledgeable compared to the two male clerks I had dealt with so far. She was standing next to me and pointing with her left hand at each plug and explaining their relative merits and, in some cases, issues. Then I felt her right-hand cup my butt. She didn't grab a butt cheek either but patted my butt hole where I might soon have one of these plugs. I tensed up and had an audible gasp but made no effort to move her hand. She took that as consent and moved her hand down my ass and then under my skirt. I felt her fingertips probing between my legs and her thumb searching for my asshole. She quickly found my wet pussy and tight browneye since I wasn't wearing panties. Surprisingly she kept describing the plugs as if this was completely normal as she started to masturbate me. I wanted her to continue, so I started asking questions. She knew immediately why I was interested in the detailed product differences.

I finally made my decision, a medium size glass model with a finger ring to make it easier to insert and remove. I thought she would remove her hand at that point, and she did pull her fingers out of my pussy. But then she slid her thumb into my pussy. I found that odd, until she quickly removed it, now slick with my arousal, and pressed it again against my asshole. This time, however, she was not content to just rub it around my pucker. As wet as I had become, my juice was not lube. But her finger was insistent and soon it broke through my defenses. Then the original two fingers that had been in my pussy resumed their assault. She lifted her hand to get her thumb deeper in my bum and asked, "What else would you like to look at?" She was casual as if she wasn't finger fucking a stranger's ass and pussy. I stammered out a reply, "How about some nipple clamps?"

"Very good choice," the clerk told me. "We have some over here."

She turned and I thought she would remove her hand, but she didn't. She used the pressure from her fingers to steer me toward the other toys, including a rack of different clamps. She then called out to the other clerk. "Cynthia, can you help me for a second." That sounded a bit ominous. The other woman, who looked more like an older version of Tiffany, but that could have just been because she had auburn hair, came over to us. The first clerk then gave her more details. "My hands are full," she said while lifting again with the three fingers inside of me causing me to gasp. "She needs a set of clamps to go with her new butt plug. I can tell she likes pain. Why don't you try a set of clover clamps on her?"

I did like pain, but that didn't mean I wanted to try the clamps in the store. But given the current situation, I didn't think I had much of a choice. As Cynthia unbuttoned my blouse, I made a mental note to visit this store anytime Kate was busy, and I was in need. My nipples needed no help to stand up. But that didn't stop Cynthia from grabbing and squeezing my left breast to make the nipple pop out a bit more. The clamp was deceptively easy to attach. Just squeeze the mechanism, place and release. However, they were also deceptively strong and pain inducing. I had worn clamps before, but not like these. Pain was shooting from my left breast straight to my clit, which the other clerk had steadfastly ignored while she fingered my pussy and ass. Cynthia then squeezed my right breast and attached the second clamp. More pain and more arousal. I was in serious jeopardy of orgasming. Cynthia then pulled the chain that connected the two clamps. The mechanism tightened even more causing new jolts of pain to join the others. I felt myself babbling as I begged the clerk to stop fingering me before I came.

"But I like when young girls cum on my fingers," she said sarcastically.

"I want to cum, but my Mistress would disapprove," I responded.

"Some women have all the luck," the clerk said in a semi-whine tone. But she didn't stop fingering me as I teetered on the edge of climaxing.

"I should make you eat our pussies in exchange for not making you cum," she said. While I was all for that, she seemed reluctant. "But I don't poach slaves from their Mistresses. Tell you what. You agree to buy a Lovense vibe and give me the remote code, and I won't make you cum. At least not right now."

"OK," I said. "But I have to get permission to use it with you." She seemed to pause to think, a few extra seconds that brought me precariously close to failing this challenge.

"Agreed," the clerk said. "But when you ask your Mistress if we can play, you have to tell her what a wonderful store we have."

"Agreed," I said, and she removed her fingers. She licked the two that had been in my pussy. She told the Cynthia to grab the Lovense and ring me up while she went to wash her thumb. My legs were wobbly, and I felt empty. I knew my need to cum would not pass until Kate allowed me to orgasm later tonight. But I had survived the no climax challenge, even though it was probably the most difficult one to date.

Wednesday and Thursday night, I had knelt at Kate's feet and masturbated (her orders) while recounting the day's activities. Both times she let me cum before allowing me the pleasure to serve her. She also fucked me both nights, a reward I assumed was because I pleased her with how I accomplished her tasks. Friday as I waited for her to come home, I anticipated a similar compensation, but as I sat naked in the living room waiting for her, I got a text from Kate that said, "Get out of the house. Hide in the shed." As I contemplated what that meant, an Uber pulled into the driveway. My fight or flight instinct kicked in and I grabbed my shopping bags and sprinted toward the back door.

I ran through the backyard to the shed. I hoped it would provide me safety from whomever just arrived. My heart was pounding as I shut the door and knelt on the floor peeking out the window and looking at the house. Then I got another text.

"Sorry about that. My daughter came home a day early. My phone chirped when her iPhone tracker got near the house. Did you make it to the shed?"

I replied that I was safe and that I didn't think her daughter saw me. Kate replied to relax and hang tight. Great. How was I supposed to do that? My heart was still pounding, and each minute felt like an hour. For the first time in a week, I wasn't aroused. Finally, Kate sent me another text.

"I talked to my daughter and asked her to go to the grocery store. When you see her leave, get dressed. Your clothes should still be in the bag in the bathroom. Then get out of there. There is a library up 3rd street about a mile from the house. I'm leaving the office and I'll pick you up there and get you home."

Apparently, my week of submission was over early. That was disappointing, but I understood I couldn't be around if Kate's daughter was in the house. Sitting in front of the library, three bags of sex toys sitting next to me waiting to out me as a pervert, my mind relived the entire week as I sat waiting for Kate. I had my arousal back. Sitting in Kate's car retelling her of the adult store adventures was as exciting as the previous two evenings. As before, Kate had me masturbating while telling the tale, only this time she was driving me home and I wouldn't get to pleasure her when I was done with the story. She did tell me I could keep the toys and take them back to school. She promised we would play with them over Facetime. That made me smile. She also told me that she would be the first person to control the Lovense vibe, but after she went to meet the clerk, she might allow her to play too since she had he good sense not to make me fail my tast.

I was begging to cum, as usual around Kate, by the time we arrived back at my house. Kate reached under my skirt and asked if I wanted her to come in. My immediate response was no, but then I changed that to, "Well, maybe my mom isn't home." I checked her phone's location and then said, "OK, but not for long. She's at the grocery store."

I meant that to mean, as long as it took me to get Kate off, that was fine. I assumed she wanted me to pleasure her as she usually did, but I did not expect I would get relief unless she was feeling generous. Since she mentioned playing on Facetime, I guessed she would want to do that later tonight and my liberation would have to wait for then. But when we closed the door behind us, she pinned me against the wall and forced her body against mine while kissing me passionately. I wasn't so worried about time anymore. Even though I didn't feel safe from my mom coming home at any minute, I could feel my will to resist her draining away as I had felt so many times before. As Kate released some of the pressure she was using against my body, I took the opportunity to take her hand and lead her toward the stairs and eventually my bedroom. But she had another surprise for me. As we reached the stairs, she spun me around and pushed me backward. I fell against the stairs and she immediately moved on top of me. She took my hands and pressed them up above my head while simultaneously spreading my legs with hers and pressing against me in a missionary position.

If you considered the kisses she gave me against the wall as possessive, the ones she gave me now were absolutely primal and savage. She was also thrusting against my pussy as if she were fucking me, although no penetration was involved. It didn't matter. The stimulation of her rubbing against my clit, her kisses turning me inside out and her holding my hands giving me a wonderful feeling of helplessness had me purring like a kitten. I was aroused from telling her my adult store story and now the physical stimuli meant my final climax for the week was approaching like a freight train. With my mouth occupied, I couldn't even beg for permission, although it was doubtful my shattered mind would have let me anyway. I'm not sure I ever dry humped to orgasm before, but Kate brought that out of me. It was amazing. After I climaxed, she had me bring her to my bedroom where I got to eat her one final time. As she did to me. We stripped down and then 69'ed until we both climaxed. I wasn't sure how I had earned such favored treatment. But it was wonderful. I had been worried that I had disappointed her during the week as our encounter wasn't as frenzied as the homecoming weekend escapade. But I suppose it's tougher to keep that pace up for seven days compared to two.

She held me for about 15 minutes. As before, I felt safe in her arms. I'd missed that sleeping in the shed. Finally, she said had she had to go, rolled off the bed, got dressed and started to walk out. As she did, she noticed a picture of my mom and me on my dresser.

"Is this your mom?" she asked. "The one you told me submitted to Ali?"

"That's her," I said.

"She's cute," Kate replied. "I bet she looks good on her knees."

I didn't know if Kate was referring to mom serving Ali or was intimating something that she would like to do with her. But I wanted her focus on me.

"I look better on my knees," I said.

"You certainly do," Kate agreed. "Want to make me cum one more time?"

That was a stupid question. I leapt from the bed and scurried between her legs. Kate stood there with her legs spread shoulder width apart as I licked her pussy. I pictured myself back in her office serving all the powerful lawyers as a stress release girl. Tiffany too. Her job was stressful as well. Since she had just cum, it didn't take a lot of effort to make her cum again. Kate rubbed her pussy all over my face to leave me with her scent or I suppose marking her territory. That was an extra special treat. As she walked out of the door, I crawled back into bed. I didn't want to wash away her essence, so I didn't. I fell asleep quickly to dream of Kate, Tiffany and Gwen. Tomorrow I would be back at school without a Mistress. At least not a local one as I still prayed Kate would take me on as her permanent sub instead of occasional toy. But if that was all I could get, then so be it. I wasn't going to give up being her booty call. Besides Sophomore year would be over soon and then I'd be back in Boston for a few months. How could Kate resist having me pleasure her whenever she needed it?