Generations

Generations Ð Chapter 04 By Tappy McWidestance For Susan

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Back at college finishing up my Sophomore year was a bit of a blur. My coursework kept me focused on my classes and Kate teasing me with the Lovense a couple of times per week kept my need for submission at bay. I had one more encounter with Kate's friend, who I figured out was named Stephanie, although I still had not spoken to her. I'd had sex with her three times, but we never said a word to each other, and she still didn't know what I looked like. Every time I was walking around town, I searched for her. I wanted to experience what it felt like to see her in public and know her secrets while she would have no clue I was the one who gave her such wonderful orgasms. But that didn't happen.

Back home for the summer, Kate didn't have as much time for me as I would have liked. She was still insistent that I not visit her office or come to her home when her daughter was there. That left Saturdays, every other weekend when her daughter visited her dad, as our playtime. That was just frequent enough to keep me from going insane. Tiffany and/or Gwen would show up occasionally, but I did not get a repeat invitation to Tiffany's townhome and still had no clue where Gwen lived. Heading back to school for my Junior year, my biggest anticipation was homecoming weekend and getting to spend two full days with Kate. That proved to be exciting as once again I "earned" the highest donation during the auction. One change in our encounter from last year was the inclusion of Sabrina, now an alumnus having graduated last Spring, to the mix. She didn't spend the entire weekend with us but spent Saturday afternoon finally serving a real Domme in the way I had not learned to do for her. I was a bit jealous to give up my one-on-one time with Kate, but she had spent a lot for her weekend of fun, so the choice to include others was hers.

The rest of the fall semester found me Facetiming more frequently with Kate keeping me sane. I had pretty much given up on finding a local Domme to service. Instead I had to accept whatever time Kate would give me. Stephanie had me over again, only this time I found a strap-on laying on the bed next to her. I put it on before crawling between her legs. After she came from my usual oral service, I asked if she wanted to get fucked and she nodded her head. She still wouldn't talk to me. But that didn't matter. I fucked her through three more orgasms and then I unstrapped the dildo and left it buried in her pussy. I then walked out. If she wanted anything else, she was going to have to tell me in her own voice.

When I went home for Christmas break, I hoped Kate would find time to play with me. Certainly, her daughter must be going to stay with her dad at least for a couple of days leaving Kate free to use me. While that was my focus, my mom surprised me by telling me she had met a new Domme and had been seeing her for six months. This shocked me because it meant they started dating before I left for the fall semester. When I asked why she didn't tell me, mom just said she didn't want things to get weird like they had with Ali. She told me, "I know you are submissive like I am, and I didn't want to risk involving you like what happened before."

I told her I was happy for her and asked questions about the details, but she steadfastly refused to answer saying, "This time I'm keeping you out for our own good."

She knew I had been searching for my own Domme. I guess she thought I might try to steal hers. I wouldn't do that, but if her new Domme met me, they might decide on their own they liked someone a bit younger. I never did meet her new friend, but mom was gone multiple nights on dates. A couple of times she walked into the house in the morning with her clothes and hair bedraggled. She looked worse for wear, but happy. I knew that look. I joked with her about being rode hard and put away wet, but it was good natured. She was obviously happy and that made me feel good.

Kate did call me for two nights of fun. I felt like a kept woman. My phone rang at 4pm and by 4:30 I was naked in the cold she-shed huddled under a blanket waiting for her to arrive. I was edging too, at her insistence so I'd be ready for her. I got the pleasure to share her bed that first night because it was cold outside. The next day I was left alone to clean the house again, with the same rules as last time. When Kate came home late that afternoon, Gwen and Tiffany were with her. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night and Kate dismissed me to go home early the next morning. My submissive cravings temporarily satisfied, I enjoyed Christmas with mom and nightly masturbation sessions thinking about Kate, Tiffany and Gwen.

The Spring semester was much the same as last year. Phone sex with Kate kept me stable as did Spring break with her. She thankfully took a couple weekdays off to play. Summer break was back to every other weekend scheduling at Kate's, although Tiffany did call me occasionally to visit her. Mom was still going strong with her Domme and we all seemed to be happy. When my Senior year rolled around, things changed drastically. Drastically for the better, I might add.

Her name was Kera. She was a nineteen-year-old freshman (she had a late birthday so she started school a year later than most kids) and wanted to pledge KAT. Kera was on a tennis scholarship and very outgoing with a bubbly personality and just a hint of an aggressive personality at times. I wrote that off to a competitive tone needed to compete on the court. I was enamored by her immediately. All of the sisters seemed to like her, and it was obvious she would get an invitation to join. My position as top fundraiser gave me some perks about choosing who I could mentor. After a quick discussion with the chapter president, Kera would be assigned to me. She didn't know it yet, but I was hot for her.

Kera was very cute. With a little help transforming her girl next door athletic look, I could see her maturing into a very beautiful woman. She was tall and athletic. In her tennis shoes, she was about 5'9" tall, roughly equal to me when I had my 4" heels on. She was a brunette and usually had her hair in a ponytail. That made sense since when she wasn't in class, she was usually on the tennis court or in the gym. Her body was muscular, and her butt was tight. I was confident that she had plenty of boys chasing her in high school. What I didn't know was whether she would be interested in girls too. As it turned out, at our first get to know you mentoring session, she was the one who put that question to rest.

We were sitting on the couch in my room having the usual get to know you chit-chat. She was wearing her tennis skirt and a crop top having just finished practice for the day. She didn't act like she knew how attractive her outfit was on her. I wanted to flip up her skirt and dive between her legs. But I didn't want to scare her off. We talked about her classes and I offered the kind of life advice a Senior can give. She was more interested in sorority life, how to find boys near an all-girls campus and what kinds of parties did the house host. Pretty basic stuff. She was as friendly as my first impression of her had been when she first got introduced to the sisters. Then she surprised me.

"Susan," Kera said. "Is this the point of the pledge process where you try to seduce me?"

I was taken aback. I mean, yes it was, but she wasn't supposed to know that. When I didn't answer right away, she leaned into my personal space and kissed me. Then she leaned back, I think to determine if she had made a mistake.

"Um, yes, I guess it is," I finally stammered in reply. Her lips were soft, and her kiss was tender.

"Oh goody," she replied. "I was hoping the reputation of the KAT house was true.

"Which reputation is that?" I asked her.

She smiled a faux innocent smile. "I know KAT girls get the hot guys who visit campus and marry well. But I had heard that when the guys are not around, the girls, how shall I say this, take matters into their own hands."

I had to chuckle at her trying to make it sound like we were not all sex maniacs. Most of the house were very active with each other when the men were not around. I decided to joke with her in response. "Well I certainly take matters into my own hands (I held up my right hand with two fingers extended) when I can't get a date." I specifically didn't mention a guy since it had been a long time since I'd played with one. Kera laughed. "So, it was alright that I kissed you?" she asked kind of sheepishly.

"Does this answer your question?" I said leaning into her personal space and returning her kiss. Mine was less tentative than hers. I also briefly wrapped my left arm around her body and pulled her closer to me. When I broke the kiss and pulled away, I noticed her eyes were still closed and her lips were still puckered like she anticipated me to keep kissing her. It took her a moment to realize I had stopped. She put her hands up to her face, apparently in embarrassment and expressed a nervous giggle. "Oh, I'm so stupid," she said.

"No, you're not," I replied. "Just not experienced. That's why I'm supposed to mentor you."

"Mentor me?" she replied. "In lesbian sex?"

"Yes," I answered directly.

"I was kidding about the seduction part," Kera said. "It was a joke."

"Your lips said otherwise," I replied. I then leaned into her again and gave her a very passionate kiss. Then I asked her, "Are you sure you were joking? I bet your panties are wet."

She looked down this time instead of covering her face. She didn't say anything for a few seconds. And the she nodded. A few seconds after that, she looked up and asked, "Is this where you tear my clothes off and make me eat you?" I gave her an A for creativity. She obviously had been thinking about that. But I thought a more tender approach for our first time together would be better. I didn't want to scare her off.

"That can be fun," I told her. "But let's go a bit slower our first time." This time she didn't look embarrassed and said, "Ok."

This time when I leaned into her, I kept pushing until she was pressed up against the arm of the couch. My passion level increased between our lips and my hands began to explore her body. First her firm breasts, protected by her sports' bra and then the insides of her thighs. I could feel her heat emanating from between her legs. When I touched her panties, they were soaked as I anticipated. When my skilled fingers pushed aside the flimsy fabric offering her no real protection (I bet she wore them for me to discover) and slid into her pussy, she moaned.

My first encounter with Kera was remarkably gentle. It was also obvious this wasn't the first time she had been with a woman. Her tongue was very skilled, much more than I expected it to be, but she was also kind of a pillow princess. She clearly preferred to lay back and let me do the work to make her cum. She seemed reluctant to return the favor after she climaxed, although with enough prodding, she eventually did. She also didn't seem as into toys as I would have liked. She didn't seem interested when I showed her my vibrator collection, so I didn't consider bringing out my cuffs and paddles. Still, I enjoyed our encounter. Her pussy was tasty, and I figured with a bit of coaching, I could possibly mold her into a lover better suited for my tastes. Alas, as the semester progressed, it seemed Kera was much more into cock than pussy as she frequently talked about the boys she kept meeting on the weekend. Oh well. She was fun while it lasted. I still voted for her to join KAT even though I no longer viewed her as a potential sexual partner.

Homecoming weekend was coming up and that excited me as usual. I had not talked to Kate often this Fall, but I assumed she would be attending. Not only attending, but I was assuming she would bid on me for the third straight year. This year there were five girls who volunteered for the very personal services side of our auction. We were hoping to raise $10,000 dollars. When the silent auction time rolled around, I was dressed in a naughty schoolgirl outfit. I was the only Senior in the auction, and as usual, I was getting my fair share of attention as I flirted with the potential bidders. Kate was late, but she did show up. She gave me a knowing glance as she entered the living room and later gave my butt a squeeze as we passed each other in the hallway. I didn't think I needed to flirt with her. She already knew what she would be getting if she bought me. But as I watched the other girls flirt with her (they obviously knew her reputation as a big spender) I started to get a little worried. I even saw Kera talking to her. As a Freshman she was ineligible, but I remembered myself being in her exact situation three years ago and wondered if she was setting the stage for next year. Or maybe she was volunteering to spend the weekend without requiring a winning bid. That might get her thrown out of the sorority. Sabrina was also back, enjoying her status as an alumnus, and she was talking to Kate as well. In the end I decided I was worrying too much. Kate would buy me again or she wouldn't. If she didn't, someone else probably would. I wasn't over the hill yet.

At the end of the auction, my fears were allayed, and I was back in Kate's car, sans underwear of course, wet, masturbating and driving to the Airbnb of her choice. When we arrived, another car was already there. Tiffany greeted us at the door. I was already collared and crawling behind Kate who was holding my leash. I wiggled my butt as if I had a tail (I was kind of wondering where the tail plug was located) when I saw Tiffany. She seemed to be happy with the display of affection.

That night was pretty standard for what Kate usually did with/to me. Both the women were eminently happy with my services to them and Kate, after teasing me for a few hours, eventually had mercy on me and let me cum. She had not enforced a point system this time, but I probably had sixty points in the bank by that time. She let me sleep cuddled with Tiffany on Friday night. That was a first. It was nice. It seemed that now, since I was trained to her specifications, she went easier on me from a punishment perspective and just used me more for her pleasure.

Saturday morning brought a breakfast of pancakes and pussy. By that I mean I made pancakes and then crawled under the table to savor my breakfast of Kate and Tiffany while they ate. Much to my dismay, Tiffany had to drive back to Boston right after breakfast. Kate flogged me, just because. So much for the just used for pleasure theory, although I did enjoy it. Then she had me get dressed in some typically slutty clothes, although I was allowed to wear panties because she also wanted me to wear the Lovense vibrator. Then we went to the movies. I don't remember what we saw. I was too distracted.

We were sitting right in the middle of the theater. I was in the second to last row. Kate was sitting behind me. I was trying not to scream as she was teasing me with the vibe from the moment the previews started. Luckily since it was a matinee, the theater was not crowded. Still, I had to be careful not to give the game away. It was tough. I remember it was an action movie, but I couldn't tell you the title. Luckily the soundtrack was loud with a lot of explosions. Also, luckily Kate only turned the vibe up during the intense scenes when the sound of the vibe would be masked by the sound of the movie. Unfortunately, there were a lot of loud parts of the movie. That meant while the sound was lower for the few parts of dialog, the slowed down vibe still made me want to cum. It was only by the grace of God (or grace of Kate) that she didn't force me to cum when everyone would hear me. But that didn't mean I was out of the woods yet.

After the movie was over and my juices were running down my thighs because my tiny panties were saturated, Kate steered me into the bathroom. She directed me into the last stall and took the one next to it for herself. Then she really went to town teasing me with the vibe. It was clear to me; I wasn't going to make it out of the bathroom without climaxing. Kate's plan was to humiliate me, but I had a secret. After everything she had put me through for the last three years, I was beyond humiliation. I took the opportunity to have a wonderful climax and I didn't care who heard me. That's not to say I wasn't happy it turned out nobody else was in the bathroom when Kate tapped on the door and told me it was time to go. She said she had another surprise waiting at the house. I assumed maybe Gwen had shown up for a Saturday rendezvous. Alas, that wasn't it.

When we arrived, there was no new car in the driveway. I guess my surprise was something Kate had brought herself. Once inside, I stripped out of my slut clothes and Kate used rope to secure my arms behind my back. That was a change in her style. I knew she preferred cuffs. Then she put a leather hood over my head. There was a cut out for my mouth and my nose, but not for my eyes. The hood zipped shut in the back. It molded to my head. It would not be removed until Kate did so. I wondered why it was necessary instead of just a blindfold, although I admit I enjoyed the smell of the leather. Then I heard Kate tapping on her phone and heard her say, "She is ready. Come on over." I didn't have a clue who she was talking to except maybe Stephanie. But she was the one who was always blindfolded so that didn't make sense unless she finally wanted to see what I looked like.

Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. I was kneeling on the living room floor. I knew I would be visible from the front door, but I had nowhere to hide. I heard someone walk inside. Their first words were, "Holy shit. You weren't kidding." I recognized the voice as Sabrina. Kate then added, "I'm sure you recognize that voice, Susan. Apparently, you couldn't dominate her properly and she wanted to see what happens to a bad girl, so I invited her to watch."

Instantly I felt a little creamier.

So, what did Sabrina get to watch? It started with Kate pushing me over, so my face was on the floor and my ass was in the air. Then she watched me get spanked. It wasn't a gentle spanking either that might not scare her off. This was one of Kate's typical serious spankings that left me dripping from both my eyes and my pussy. Kate even let Sabrina finger me briefly to show her that I really did enjoy being punished. After that I was pulled over to the couch where I licked Kate to three orgasms, assumingly under Sabrina's watchful gaze. She certainly knew what it felt like to have my tongue deep in her pussy, so I bet she was jealous of my service Kate.

Kate then asked Sabrina if she would be good enough to make sure I was ready to be fucked. I figured she would eat me (she did enjoy that when we played at the house) but instead she just used her fingers. That wasn't a very had task. I was still wet from the spanking and I didn't complain about her just rubbing me. When Kate returned, I assumed she was wearing a strap-on. She told Sabrina to get it wet and I heard her giving a sloppy blowjob. Kate then said if she wanted me to eat her while I got fucked. Otherwise Sabrina should just sit on the couch and watch. I was disappointed she chose just to watch. I was looking forward to eating her again. One reason was I liked Sabrina's flavor and I had missed it since she graduated. Secondly, without having her pussy to press against, that meant my head would be at floor level. The upside to that was my ass would be high in the air giving Kate better leverage. OK, I guess I was glad Sabrina made that choice so I could be fucked harder.

Kate mounted me confidently as she always did. She was hitting all the right spots and I was praying her intentions were to let me cum. Cum multiple times, actually. Sabrina seemed to be enjoying the show because I could hear her playing with herself and soon my moans joined hers. After our first mutual climax, I felt lube being dripped onto my ass. I don't need to describe what happened next.

Sabrina expressed amazement how my ass opened up to take Kate's cock. I was past that. It was easy for me now. Kate suggested Sabrina strip and then crawl under me for a 69. Sabrina must have gotten past her initial shyness because she agreed. This was a welcome change of pace. I was not used to getting my pussy licked while someone buggered my backside. I was too worried about my own orgasm to worry much about Sabrina. She didn't receive my full attention and both her tongue and Kate's dick distracted me. Sabrina did get a mouthful of my essence before Kate slapped my ass and told me to roll over. It wasn't comfortable to be on my back with my hands behind me as Kate mounted me in a missionary position. I didn't mind when Sabrina sat on my face. I couldn't see her, but I could hear her and taste her. Kate continued to ram me until my oral attention brought Sabrina off. Only then did Kate stop and give me some rest.

"Thanks for letting me watch," Sabrina said. "But I should get back to my husband. He's at the hotel and probably wondering why I've been revisiting the campus for so long. Good to see you again Susan." I then heard the front door open and close. I anticipated Kate would untie me at that point, but she told me we had another guest coming in a few minutes, so I should just relax. Have you ever tried to relax while bound, blindfolded and with your ass pulsating after it was assaulted? Yeah, it's not easy.

A while later, the doorbell rang. I did not know who is was, but again I was guessing it was Kate's friend Stephanie, the woman who liked to remain anonymous. That would make sense. This time, however, it was me without the benefit of sight. Maybe she decided she wanted to take a more active role but didn't want me looking at her. I never did get confirmation it was her. She was silent, as usual, if my guess was right. Kate did play my video of fucking myself in the bathroom so I was pretty confident my guess was right. After watching the video, both women took turns spanking me and then I licked our new guest to climax. She left without saying a word. That was kind of disappointing. Kate then unzipped the hood. She also refused to tell me who our last guest was. She did tell me to shower and get cleaned up. She said we had another special guest coming and she didn't want me stinking like a whore at low tide. I didn't think I smelled that bad. Used and maybe a bit sexually frustrated, but that was a good smell. Of course, I did what she instructed. She also told me not to bother with make-up or putting clothes back on. The lack of make-up probably indicated my time in the mask was not over. As for being naked, you can guess the reason.

Kate let me rest a bit after I finished the shower. We sat in the living room and discussed my future plans after graduation. She knew I planned on going to law school. I said I hoped to stay in Boston, and she suggested when it was time to look for a summer internship, I should look at her firm. She winked when she told me she knew who made the decisions on who to hire. I had not put together that as managing partner, she would have strong input on who they chose as their interns. I knew that didn't mean I would be serving her sexually every day, but just being near her was wonderful and her firm wss one of the most prestigious in Boston, so it would look great on my resume.

About half an hour into our conversation, her phone chirped. She looked at the message but didn't tell me who it was from or what it was about. She just stood up, took my hand and said, "We need to get you ready." Kate stood up and took my hand. She then walked me into the second bedroom. There were four cuffs secured to the corners of the bed. She must have done that while I was showering. Before binding me spread eagled to the bed, she helped me put the mask back on. I then felt her applying lipstick on me. I assumed it was bright red so show color off the black leather of the mask. Then she bound me to the bed.

"We're having a special guest," she told me. "I don't anticipate them being talkative. Don't ask questions. Just react naturally."

I didn't have much choice in that matter. I couldn't move, I couldn't see and whatever use my mouth could be, I didn't have a choice in that either. Maybe five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Kate had already left me alone in the bedroom, so she was prepared to open the door immediately. I could hear three distinct voices, two female and one male, but could not make out the details of their conversation. Having a man involved was definitely a new twist. I soon heard them enter the room. Then Kate explained what was happening.

"Susan, I have a friend here who always wanted to dominate another woman. Don't worry, her boyfriend is just going to watch."

I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. I heard clothes being removed and then felt the weight of someone crawling over me. Soon my mouth was pressed against her pussy. That wasn't a surprise. At first, the girl was facing the headboard so her boyfriend really couldn't see much of what I was doing with my tongue. The girl was fairly quiet, although a few moans escaped her lips. I could tell her excitement was building. When Kate told her to turn around so they could get a better look, I knew she meant both herself and the boyfriend. It was at this point the girl started rocking her hips and grinding on my mouth. Then I heard a wand massager turn on.

"You always want to give your submissive some pleasure, so they are inspired to help you out," Kate said before pressing the wand against my pussy. "You don't have to let them cum. In some ways it's better if you don't, but at least get them worked up."

I didn't like the instruction to tease the submissive. Kate should have told her to make her future submissive cum as often as possible. But with Kate controlling the wand, I was pretty sure any future orgasm for me would be delayed, certainly until after our guest climaxed and probably beyond that. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, our guest took quite a while to climax. That also meant Kate got to tease me into a frothy state of need. As expected, unfortunately, she didn't let me cum. When the girl climbed off of me, I didn't know if Kate would take her place or whether someone would eat me. I even would have been happy to blow the boyfriend. True I had not been with a man since I pledged the KAT house, but I wasn't averse to the idea, especially since I wouldn't have a choice. That just fed my submission needs.

I really needed to stop guessing what Kate had planned for me at any given moment. After hearing people moving around, I felt someone climb back on the bed and then felt the cool rubber of Kate's strap-on pressing against my needy cunt. As I was penetrated, I heard Kate's voice whispering in my ear. "She's wanted to do this for a long time." That answered the question that it was our guest that was fucking me and not Kate. But it raised a new question about her identity and how had she wanted to fuck me for a long time. That meant she knew about me for a long time. Was It one of my sorority sisters? Any of them could have hooked up with me at any time. I started to think back at who had recently graduated that was in town with a boyfriend. But I couldn't figure out the riddle of my fuckers' identity. Not that it really mattered. She was doing a fine job piledriving the fake cock in and out of me.

For her part, Kate decided to play with my nipples. She also continued whispering to me. "I have some new clamps we can play with later. You're also going to beg me to take your ass. I've got a new dildo that is longer and wider than the other one I used on you. You're going to love it. I'm going to make you love it."

Kate always knew just the right thing to say. She hadn't told me to beg for permission to cum, but since I was being an example for our new guest, I assumed I should. Everyone started laughing when I did between moans. The girl responded with a fierce thrust. I gasped for air. "Just a little longer, pet," Kate replied. I didn't know how long I could last. I started doing my usual anti-orgasm tricks, but they were not working. When I could see who was fucking me, I could imagine them doing something else. But without seeing them, or knowing who they are, that was difficult. Kate could sense I was fading fast. She warned me, "I have a new paddle too," indicating that I would earn a punishment if I came, but that didn't work either. Mainly because I was too far gone into the mindset that was about to trigger my explosion, but also because, well face facts, I liked when she punished me. I wanted to be paddled. I didn't say it, but Kate could read me like a book.

"Fine," she said. "But don't tell me later that I didn't warn you." She then pinched both my nipples hard. I immediately started cumming. I threw my hips forward as far as my bindings would allow in an effort to get as much of the cock into me as possible. The guy yelled out, "Ride it, bitch," and "Damn, that's hot." I didn't recognize his voice. I didn't really care either. My focus was on my pussy and the woman who was fucking it. She could have fucked me through that orgasm and into another, but alas she stopped fucking me soon after. After she climbed off, and probably at Kate's silent direction, she did press the strap-on into my mouth for cleaning. Other than the potential humiliation from being masked, I didn't mind getting to taste myself for 30 seconds before I heard her unhook the strap-on. Then I heard her put on her clothes. Our two guests were gone before Kate removed the hood and then sat on my face herself. It was far from the last time I would service her in the next 24 hours. Unfortunately, this encounter was also the last time I would be allowed to orgasm with Kate.

She seemed determined for two thingsÉ cumming herself as often as possible and teasing me, but not letting me cum, as often as possible. I'd already cum enough for a normal weekend before she decided just to edge me, but unfortunately for my body and mind, those climaxes were front loaded into the weekend. That meant I was a quivering mess by the time Kate dropped me back off at the KAT house. I was used to the walk of shame returning to the sorority after the weekend, but my desperate need to climax made this time feel different.

All I wanted to do was shower and take a short nap before it was time for our Sunday night house meeting. But things don't always go as planned. I got my shower just fine, but as I returned to my room wearing only a towel and carrying my shower caddy, I was pulled into my room and pushed up against the wall by Kera. She was wearing one of her tennis outfits, meaning a short skirt and crop top. I didn't get long to admire her. I dropped my toiletries and the towel fell off as she pressed my arms above my head and my hands made a thud, pinned against the wall. She then began kissing me in a very aggressive manner. My brain flashed back to when Kate did this in my house. The feeling of possession was very similar. The primary difference was I expected it from Kate. From Kera, not so much. It was way out of her normal passive behavior with me. My body reacted as you would expect, even though my mind was playing catch up with the situation.

Kera didn't say a word. She kept me pinned against the wall while forcing her leg between mine. My brain started spinning as I thought back to Kate taking me on the stairs. This wasn't exactly dry humping me since I was naked, but I feared (hoped) the result would be the same given my teased state. Kera continued possessing my lips and forcing me to hump her thigh, without taking a moment to say anything or explain why she was doing what she was doing. All I knew was if she didn't stop soon, I was going to cum. I needed to cum. I had no problem admitting that but having a girl three years my junior know that and attacking me because of it, was embarrassing. So was my lack of control over my body.

With Kate, I wasn't embarrassed that she could so easily control me sexually. She was twenty some years older than me. She should know things. Even Ali, was at least my age or maybe a year older. That didn't seem so bad and of course Tiffany, Gwen and Mia were older than me, so I didn't mind submitting. But Kera was younger. She should not know how to turn me inside out and she shouldn't be experienced enough to do it so easily. She released her right hand and held both my wrists in her left. I could have easily broken free, but I didn't want to. I blame Kate. She left me craving intimate contact. And that is exactly what Kera now did with her right hand. She had me in the palm of her hand literally. When she broke our kiss and spoke, I didn't know how she figured me out, but she had. The second she touched my pussy and her hand came back saturated; she didn't even have to ask the questions. But she did anyway.

"I did some research on you and the woman who keeps paying you way more than you are worth," she hissed. "She has a history of liking a certain kind of girl in the auction. Are you that kind of girl?"

I couldn't verbalize a reply. Kera had to know already the answers anyway, but I just nodded my head.

Kera continued, "15 grand for just a leaky pussy? You must have done some crazy stuff for her."

Again, I just nodded. She switched from just rubbing my clit to fingering my pussy. Her fingers felt amazing. Kate had not done that enough today and I needed it. Kera also released my wrists but warned me to keep my hands above my head. That was an easy thing to do. With her now free left hand, she began to tease my nipples. My moans became more pronounced and frequent.

"Word on the street is that you begged that woman to be your Mistress, but she said no," Kera said mockingly.

I tried to respond, "No, it's not like thaÉ" but a wave of arousal washed over me and I lost the ability to speak. My legs were starting to weaken as she continued her varied assault.

"I think it is like that, slut," Kera continued to taunt me. "You need someone to control you full time. Once in a while is not good enough for you. Is it?"

Breathlessly I replied, "No, Mistress. It is not."

"Oh, you want me to be your Mistress, do you," Kera hissed.

"Oh my God, YES!" I practically screamed. She started moving her fingers quicker.

"If I take you, you'll be at my beck and call. Anytime I need to cum, you'll crawl to me on your hands and knees. Anybody I want you to pleasure, you will do so willingly. Anytime I want to punish you, you will thank me, and you will never wear panties again in my presence. I want you wet and available if I decide to play with you."

"I will own your mouth, pussy and ass," Kera continued. "You will never deny me the hole of my choice and you will never cum without permission. Failure is not an option and you will be punished for my amusement."

I didn't know where this side of her had been hiding, but I loved it. She somehow had learned all the right buttons to push to bring me to a blabbering mess. Of course, I agreed to all of her terms. I'm not sure I even heard some of them because I was fighting my need to climax. But that didn't matter. One of her rules could have been I had to be naked around the other sisters and I would have gladly agreed if only she kept fingering me and promised to let me cum.

"When I tell you to cum, you will," began her final instruction. "And when you do, you will take your place kneeling at my side. From here on out, you are not Susan the powerful because she sold her body senior but lowly slave who will do anything I say to please me."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied simply. "Please let me cum."

Kera moved her hand that had been playing with my nipples down to my clit and began rubbing it back and forth while continuing to finger my pussy. I just sighed, trying to hold back my orgasm.

"You my cum, my slave," she said. My body felt joy in those words. I knew what they meant, the commitment my body was making and a piece in my soul I had not felt for a long time. I exploded, my legs went weak and I leaned against her. She had to stop rubbing my clit to catch my body and keep me from falling. She put her left hand behind my neck and pulled me against her while her right hand continued manipulating my pussy. My arms instinctively left the back of my head and wrapped around her in a loving hug. I might be earning a punishment, but I wanted her to know I instantly felt love for her the moment she let me climax.

After a few seconds, she pulled her right hand out of my cunt and it joined her left, now cradling my head instead of my neck. My mind was mush as she pulled me into another passionate kiss. When she broke that kiss and pushed my head back, a long strand of saliva hung in the air between our mouths.

"I meant it Susan," she said in her newly authoritarian tone, "You belong to me now. I will control your entire life. I will tell you what to wear, who to hang out with, when to fuck, who to fuck, when to cum and most importantly, how to make me cum. Now get on your knees."

All she had to do to make that happen would have been take a couple steps backward. I would have fallen to the floor. My legs were unable to support me without help. Instead she wrapped her right hand around my hair and pulled me to my knees. "Crawl," she ordered as she started pulling me by the hair toward the couch. It hurt in a most pleasing way. Before sitting, she spun around and ordered me to take off her skirt and then her panties. Her arousal scent was strong. She had obviously enjoyed her acquisition of me. And make no mistake. That is what just happened. In a matter of a few minutes, I had gone from lamenting the end of another weekend with Kate and having to wait probably until Spring break to see her again, to having a full time Mistress on campus. I had even consummated the new relationship with a forced orgasm and now had stripped her so I could undoubtedly pleasure her and earn my position. How fast life can change.

Kera sat on the couch and held my head firmly between her legs while I began to service her. If anybody had opened the door to my room, they would have found my naked ass aimed at them and my fingers buried deep in my pussy. I knew better than to make myself cum, but that didn't mean I couldn't give myself some pleasure. Years of edging had taught me how to stop when I pleasured myself.

That's not to say I wasn't pleasuring Kera. Licking pussy while rubbing myself was something I had grown accomplished in doing. As I said before, she was already excited, so I didn't anticipate having much trouble making her climax. Even if she tried to hold back, I was determined not to make that happen. I was so inspired, that I stopped playing with myself (the safe choice as I was getting close) and used my hand to finger fuck Kera as I sucked veraciously on her clit. It was a technique that worked well, confirmed when Kera yelled out, "Oh you nasty slut. Make your Mistress cum!" That made me feel good. I didn't slow down and soon my new Mistress was singing my praises.

While she was still coming down from her orgasm, she let it slip that, "You were even better today than Saturday afternoon."

"What?" I said indignantly. I'd been with Kate on Saturday, unless Kera was one of the mystery women. But that seemed strange because except for talking for a couple of minutes before the auction, I didn't think they knew each other.

Kera let me sit on the couch next to her. She put her arm around my shoulder and hugged me, again praising my oral skills and thanking me for a quality orgasm. She didn't seem to want to talk about her comment. I thought she made a mistake. We had played the weekend before, although that was much more vanilla. Could she have been thinking about that Saturday? No, even in a post orgasmic haze, I don't think you could make that big of a mistake. I didn't let it drop and questioned what she meant. She was calming down and finally confirmed via a picture on her phone that she had indeed sat on my face while I was bound on the bed.

"What the fuck?" I asked her. "How were you even invited?"

She remained fairly quiet and instead of answering, switched her phone from displaying the picture to showing a video of her fucking me with the strap-on.

"Are you still my slave?" she asked.

I paused to think before answering that. It shouldn't matter if Kate invited her or that my time bound to the bed might have been an audition. Were the other participants deciding if they wanted me for themselves? Did I fail their auditions (Sabrina, Stephanie, Tiffany, or someone else) or did Kera have to fight for me? In the end, did it even matter? Kera had captured my heart the moment she pressed me against the wall. Had Kate suggested she do that? What else did Kate share with her to make sure I was receptive to her seduction? My head was spinning. I took several deep breaths and then confirmed what I had early said. I was hers.

"There's something else you should know," Kera said. "Actually, a couple of things."

I was kind of scared to ask after the revelation that Kate had invited her to our weekend. "What?" I responded tersely.

"Kate's my mom," Kera confessed. "Saturday wasn't the first time I watched her dominate you. I asked her to give you to me for my high school graduation present, but she said I wasn't ready to have as good as slave as you had become."

My head continued to spin. Had Kate traded me? Can you give somebody as a gift? Was this afternoon the last time I would serve Kate? I was not down for that. Fortunately, Kera confirmed that Kate still wanted to use me as time allowed and that while I would belong to Kera, Kate would serve as her mentor. In an org chart, I would have a solid line to Kera, but dotted line control would still go to Kate.

"I am still learning to be a good Domme from my mom," Kera told me. "I anticipate I will learn a lot from you as well, but I look forward to us both using you. A lot."

"Over Spring break did you know I was hiding in the play shed?" I asked. That week had been wonderful, but now I was thinking it was a lie.

"I knew," Kera confessed. "I didn't leave town. I was following you around the mall and when you did your tourist walk. Mom wanted to make sure you completed your tasks. I stayed in my car while you were in the adult stores and I saw you streaking through the back yard."

"I can't believe this," I repeated a couple of times.

"It's true," Kera responded. She was sounding more like a friend trying to get me to understand what was happening than my new Domme. "In a way, the timing of mom bringing you home led to me learning a lot more about domination."

"I think I am scared to ask why," I said in a very dejected tone.

"Using you for a quickie wasn't part of the plan. Mom was supposed to just drop you off. I guess you just made her so hot that she couldn't resist you."

That was a new revelation. Kate had always seemed to be in total control. Having her so aroused that she couldn't resist me was something new. It explained why she took me on the stairs and even why she uncharacteristically ate my pussy. But that didn't explain how it made Kera a better Domme. From what little I could tell from the last half hour; she was good indeed. Something must have triggered that. She had gone silent leaving me to replay that night in my mind. Kate had dry humped me to orgasm asserting her dominance and then she was more tender in my bedroom. As she was leaving, she commented that my mom was cute. I stared at Kera. That had to be the connection. Before I could even say it, Kera said, "You should talk to your mom." I suddenly had a flashback to when I caught my mom with Ali.

"Your mom met my mom after we fucked in my room?" I asked.

"I don't have all the details," Kera replied, "but they started seeing each other soon after. I was already 18 so mom let me play with her too and practice my Domme skills. I was supposed to get her for my graduation present. Kate wanted to keep you. But I didn't want to go through Freshman year without my own submissive. Now that I had a taste of the lifestyle, I wasn't about to give it up and I was worried I wouldn't find anybody as exciting as you."

I could understand that logic, even if it still pissed me off that I didn't seem to get a say in this arrangement. "I understand how difficult it is to find someone," I told her. "I've been looking for two years."

"I promise I'll be good to you," Kera told me. "Mom isn't abandoning you and neither are Tiffany and Gwen."

"I do like that you are here," I told her. I was starting to see the benefit of having her as my full time Domme. I'd be able to go to Kate's house more frequently during breaks and in the summer if I didn't have to worry about sneaking around so Kera didn't know her mom was, well, her mom.

"So, if you're my Mistress," I asked genuinely needing the answer, "What does that make Kate? She always said she couldn't be my Mistress because there wasn't a level of commitment."

"Mom has always been very up front with anybody she's involved with. It wasn't practical for her to be your Mistress when you are here and only available to her sporadically. That isn't the case with me, at least until you graduate. I would consider her your mentor. She still has a lot to teach you as she does with me. We'll learn together. When we play, though, she's the alpha."

"And what about my mom?" I questioned.

"My mom is her Mistress," Kera said emphatically. "Those weekends last summer when she would be off on her `dates', the weekends where I was home so you couldn't come and play. She was at our house serving both of us. I was the student and mom was the teacher. That's how I know I can be a good Domme to you."

"Mom served you two together?" This arrangement was getting weird.

"I know what you are thinking," Kera said trying to be reassuring. "I know about Ali and what she tried to get you and your mom to do together. We are not like that. My mom and I never played together, even when your mom was serving us both at the same time. Now with you in the picture, our triade will become a quad, but we will never make any request requiring you to touch your mom or vis-versa. We have no desire to have an incestuous relationship or force other people to have one."

"Can you give me an example of something you did with her together?" I asked. I was authentically interested.

"Sure," she replied. "Do you remember Tiffany and Gwen DPing you?"

How could I forget that? "Of course," I replied.

"Well there you go," Kera said. "You mom loves to eat my pussy while my mom spanks her."

"So, as a quad, what would happen?" I asked.

"Think of it as a double date where both couples end up fucking next to each other," she replied. "Only part way through, we switch partners. As subs, you and your mom never would be together, but my mom and I would play with both of you."

I was still unsure of how all of this would work out and I definitely needed to talk to my mother. But I didn't want to do it over the phone. This was a conversation I needed to have face to face. I also needed to talk to Kate. Something didn't seem right. But that was my analytical mind overthinking things. My subconscious and biological response was to begin getting aroused again as I talked to Kera. She seemed much more attractive after she had forced me against the wall. I had considered her cute but needing some work just an hour ago. But now, as my new Mistress, she was stunning. It's funny how different levels of attraction and change our perception.

I then realized I had sex with two generations of a family. That was never something I had considered. And both had been in the same room at the same time and if Kera was to be believed, I'd be having sex with both of them at the same time in the near future. I struggled to accept that no matter what my arousal was telling me. Then I remembered her boyfriend had been in the room with us yesterday. That needed to be addressed as I wasn't keen to be serving him as well.

"Don't worry about him," Kera tried to reassure me. "He's a sugar daddy for now. He's also cuckold. He does what I tell him. I'll let him watch if he's been a good boy, but he doesn't get to touch. Usually I keep his cock in a cage, but if he's been really good, I'll let him jerk off."

"I don't know what to make of all of this," I confessed.

"I know," Kera said. "It's a lot to take in and I really planned to do this better. I didn't mean to let it slip out, but you really did a good job making me cum and I was a bit out of it."

"Thanks, I think," I told her.

"No really," she continued. "You did great. In fact, I want you to eat me again before I go study."

Kera spread her legs so I was staring at her pussy, still glistening from my last service and apparently our conversation. She was now my Mistress so I didn't think I could refuse her request. And why would I want to miss an opportunity to savor her delicate flower? I slid to the floor and moved between her legs. She let out a contented sigh. I think the rest of this year was going to be a vast improvement over the last two.

The next week saw me spending quality time between Kera's legs at least once a day and sometimes two or three. I didn't mind at all. My initial impression of her being a pillow princess was correct. As for my pleasure, it was primarily my responsibility, although that doesn't mean Kera was not involved. Her preference was for me to masturbate at different locations around campus and either record myself doing it for her to review later or to Facetime with me to watch live. The first place I masturbated was in the bathroom of the library. The next day was in a bathroom in the student center. Then the gym. But soon the relative privacy of a bathroom was not exciting enough for her. It was still exciting for me, but Kera wanted to put me in a bit of danger of getting caught. Thursday found me sliding my hand under my skirt in the stacks of the library. Kera had not specified exactly where I should go, just not hiding in the bathroom. Fortunately, there were a few sections (Mid-evil history for example) where students rarely went and offered at least a little privacy. I had to be quiet though. That was a challenge.

Kera also decided that I should support her by attending her tennis practices and matches. She even bought me a short tennis skirt and a crop top so I would fit in. Of course, I didn't have a sport's bra like the other girls and wasn't allowed to wear panties. I had to sit carefully to avoid flashing a beaver shot. Kera made sure I chose to sit near the top of the stands to make it even more difficult. I knew I was far enough away that none of the rest of the team could probably see anything, but I certainly felt the breeze blowing across my pussy. I liked that since it was exposed at Kera's direction. I did catch the team's coach looking at me a few times. She was closer to the stands so it's possible she got a free show. That thought just made me juicy.

After practice, I would climb down the steps and wait for Kera. She would be talking to the other players for a few minutes and then walk over to me and give me a little kiss. She also tended to squeeze my ass to display her possession of me. I figured it was just a matter of time, if it had not happened already, that her teammates would ask about me. During my masturbation tasks I started fantasizing about her sharing me with her teammates or even the coach. But before that happened, I scheduled a trip home to visit my mom and have the talk with her. Kera had an away tennis match so she couldn't go. I did call Kate to let her know I would be in town. I hoped we could schedule a session. Kera liked to spank me, but she didn't do it often and so far, had not chosen to crop or flog me. I missed that. I was hoping Kate would want to do a good impact session with me.

When I got home, I was surprised to see Kate's car in our driveway. Well maybe surprised isn't the right word. If what Kera said was true, she probably wanted to talk to both of us. Hopefully she wanted to play with me at the same time. Why Kate surprises me any more I don't know. But I wasn't prepared to walk in on my mother, naked with a thick chrome collar around her neck, kneeling in the living room and Kate, sitting on the couch, in a leather bustier holding a chain attached to the collar.

"Good to see you Susan," she greeted me warmly. "I thought I could help your mom explain what happened. I have heard good things about you from Kera."

"She's wonderful," I replied, still not sure exactly how to start questioning my mom. She had obviously been ordered to be quiet. Kate took care of that.

"You remember the night I dropped you off from Spring break," she began. I nodded. "So, much like you had told me how you caught her with Ali, she caught me with you. She was sitting in the living room. I was instantly attracted to her. Dommes can sense a submissive soul almost immediately. Your stories about Ali made that easier, but it was pretty obvious anyway. I simply took her hand and lifted her into a standing position. Then I kissed her. You know my kisses can be very persuasive. Then I told her to give me her phone and I texted myself so I would have her number. I could see her nipples had stiffened and I was tempted to pull down her pants, but I wasn't sure how long you would be out, so I decided to go without touching her. I knew she would be dreaming about me. I told her to text me when she was ready for a real Domme instead of that fake Ali. How long did you wait Carol?"

My mom looked embarrassed. "About 15 minutes, Mistress," she confessed. "That is how long it took me to get myself off."

"Submission to powerful women runs in your family," Kate told me. My mom and I just looked at her. We both knew what she said was true. Then Kate looked at me. "Do you have any questions, Susan?"

I paused to think. The only issue I had was the same one I had when Ali used us both. "Kera said I didn't have to do anything with my mom. Is that true?"

"100%," Kate replied. "Just like I have no interest in touching Kera. Oh, and to answer the question you have been asking me for two years, yes you can now call me Mistress."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied.

"Let's play a game," Mistress Kate declared. "Slave Susan, go to your mother's room and retrieve two Hitachi Wands and two blindfolds. She keeps her toys in a cedar chest in her closet." I immediately ran to her bedroom. Her toy collection was quite impressive. It was significantly larger than mine. I don't know why she needed duplicates of the wands and other things. But I recognized that I should stop worrying about such mundane details and just enjoy myself. I gone from having no Mistress to having two in just under a week. I needed to just go with the flow. I returned to the living room. My mom was now sitting on the couch. She looked very sexy. She was smiling. I think she was proud of me for having accepted Kate's guidance in my life. Kate took one blindfold and one Hitachi from me. She tossed the blindfold to my mom, who quickly put it on. Kate went behind the couch and plugged in the Hitachi. She me told me to sit down next to my mom and put the other blindfold on. As I did, I felt her take my Hitachi, I assume to plug it in as well.

"Here's the game my pretty slaves," Kate began. "You both are going to hold the Hitachi's at full speed against your competitor's pussy. First one to cum loses. She is going to be spanked. The winner gets fucked by me after the spanking is over. That's it. Go."

I heard my mom turn on her Hitachi. It took a few stabs until she got it in the right position between my legs. I almost immediately moaned in contentment. In retribution, I switched on the Hitachi I was holding. Mom moaned when I pressed the bulbus vibrating head against her happy spot. Kate, while not playing favorites, was not sitting back and just watching either. She moved behind the couch and began taunting us. She knew the phrase that paid with me, like calling me a "dirty little slut" and others for my mom like telling her what a tramp she raised. I think both of us were more excited because of what she was saying. I could feel my excitement building as the Hitachi worked its magic. I'd never lasted more than a couple of minutes with one before. As my level of arousal began to crest, I wondered if my mom would win this competition. I think Mistress Kate started to become biased in who she wanted to win because she began whispering in my ear. After all, she had my mom locally to play with any time she wanted and if she wanted to spank her, she was available. My time with her was much more limited. Her phrases were much more direct now. Things like, "Don't you want to come for me, slut?" and "Susan is naughty and should be punished," were two of the ones that turned my insides to jelly. When she changed to, "Doesn't my whore want to cum for her Mistress," I began to whimper. Yes I did want to cum for her. Desperately. But a contest is a contest and I tried to fight back my needs. But her final words put me over the top. "I know how much you crave pain and I know Kera isn't good at punishing you, yet. Cum for me and let me give you the beating you desire. Let me give you the agony you need."

I'm sure she could have whispered in my mom's ear and got her off just as easily. But I was the one who climaxed first. Mistress' promised punishment was the trigger and I came hard. Shortly after I stopped moaning, I heard my mom let go. From the sound, she had a different kind of orgasm. It seemed more subdued, although I'm sure she enjoyed it. If I knew Mistress Kate at all, mom had to earn her orgasms just like I did. I'm sure she appreciated getting permission for a free one. After all, mom would get fucked as her reward. That's another simple pleasure. I'd earned my climax by offering my ass for her hand. Not that I was complaining. Mistress was right that I craved her sting.

Kate offered my mom the option of taking off her blindfold and watching my punishment. I was told to keep mine on so I don't know if she was watching or just listening when Kate bent me over the back of the couch and started lighting up my buttocks. She gave me a thorough spanking. It felt wonderful and even though I had just cum a few minutes earlier, my pussy was drooling for more contact. Kate offered my mom an option to spank me, but she declined. At least I think she did. I didn't notice any discernable change in the pattern or strength of the spanking, so I think it was still just Kate administering my discipline. I was also confident the fingers occasionally penetrating my pussy were Kate's. They had been there enough I'm sure I would have noticed anything different.

Mistress didn't spank me until I came or get me off with her fingers. She stopped short like she usually did. I was OK with that. I knew it wasn't the purpose of the exercise. My ass was sore, though. That was sure. When Kate announced it was time for my mom to get her reward, I was only partially relieved that my spanking was over. Kate didn't give me the option to remove my blindfold. She knew how much Ali had messed me up by making me watch my mom, so I guess she wanted to spare me that indignity. Listening was bad enough. I wasn't so much that I knew it was my mom getting fucked next to me on the couch. I could be happy for her that she was getting pleasure from Kate. It was that she was getting the pleasure I wanted, right then. I knew Kate knew how to properly fuck a submissive and I wished it was me. The couch was shaking as she thrust into my mom and my mom was very vocal in her appreciation of Kate. Although my memory was a bit foggy of when I caught mom with Ali, I think she was louder now. She was definitely more expressive in dropping F-bombs and praising her deity. She was much filthier than I remembered. Kate must have brought that out of her during her training. She's turned my mom into a cockwhore. At first I was glad I was still blindfolded, but now I was curious as to exactly what Kate was doing to drive my mother this wild. But my watching was not part of the plan. I did not get my blindfold removed until after my mom had a wild orgasm. Only then did Kate pull off the blindfold allowing me to see an out of breath and panting woman, who happened to be my mom, recovering from a powerful climax. And I was alright with that. I had to accept Kate and Kera's word that they would not pressure mom and I to play together. I wasn't particularly worried about their pledge not to play with each other, although I had to admit to myself, I wouldn't mind seeing Kera submit to her mom. And that wasn't because of the incest factor as much as much as seeing her under the control of an older woman. She could learn a lot about how to Domme me by experiencing what it felt like to be a sub. That was something I couldn't give her.

Kate didn't stay much longer. I think she wanted to give mom and me space to talk out the strange direction our lives had taken. We did talk a little bit about it that night, but we both agreed this is what we needed and there was nothing wrong with that. I went back to school the next day looking forward to serving Kera again. I also wanted to teach her how to better punish me. She in turn, had an idea how to better tease me.

The tennis tournament had not gone particularly well for the team and the coach had told them Monday's practice would be grueling. It seems like many of the players got tired late in the day, so the coach thought a day of running instead of playing was in order. Kera, as a freshman, was also on the bubble for getting dropped from varsity squad. The coach had told her maybe it had been a mistake to put her up that high, even though she was on a full ride scholarship. How did this affect me? It put Kera in a bad mood. That never ends well when your Domme is mad at something out of your control. Then again, maybe it worked out for the better as her desire to tease me instead of thinking about the tournament gave her a much needed distraction.

Since the team would be doing cardio, most of the girls were in sweatpants instead of their tennis skirts and sports tops leaving me free to ogle their toned stomachs and muscular backs. Kera insisted I wear my skirt. She did allow me to wear a thong, however. Why you ask? I was also wearing those damn Ben Wah balls. The team was working out in the field house on the indoor track. As a student, I was also allowed on the track. The tennis coach had the team doing several different paces including sprints. Walking with the balls inside of me was one thing. Running with them was quite another. I think a sprint would have caused me to orgasm. It was tough enough just to jog without cumming. I had to jog a lap and then walk a lap to keep my arousal at bay. I knew my thong would do little to catch my leaking pussy juices. I just prayed my skirt would not show any ill effects. I was already bringing attention to myself from wearing the skirt while running. My contorted facial expressions did help either.

Over the course of the half hour the team was doing their penance for their poor tournament performance, I had to lean against the field house wall several times to steady myself and avoid climaxing. I caught the girls looking at me, especially the coach. The coach also talked a couple of times to Kera during their cool down laps. I sensed Kera was hatching a plan to further humiliate me. As long as it involved me cumming, I was fine with whatever she was thinking.

Eventually, the coach dismissed the team to the weight room for their lifting regiment. She then left and headed toward the locker room. Kera stayed behind and waved me over to her. I ran to her. It was the first time I sprinted, and I damn near came on the spot. "The coach wants to demote me," she said. "She says I am not emotionally mature enough to handle varsity yet. I want to prove her wrong. Come with me."

Kera took my hand. She usually wasn't one for public displays of affection. She prefers to show her affection privately. She led me toward the locker room. I was expecting the coach to be waiting by the showers and Kera telling me to strip or shower with her like I had done with Kate. The coach was attractive, and I like older women, so if going down on her was the price to keep Kera on the varsity squad, I was perfectly willing to do that. After wearing the balls for an hour, I was willing to do anything. But that wasn't our destination. Kera took me to the athletic offices where we found the coach waiting for us. She in turn, brought us back to a small conference room and locked the door behind us.

"As I am sure you know, I demoted Kera," the coach addressed me. "But she tells me she is more mature than I give her credit. You should know, I don't fuck students for positions on teams. But she insisted she can give me a demonstration of her wisdom and experience."

I was confused. I was unsure of what to do as I watched the coach sit down. Kera moved behind me. She then wrapped her hands around me and started massaging my breasts. Given my state, you will not be surprised that I moaned instantly.

"So, you say you have total control over this young woman?" the coach asked Kera.

"I do," Kera replied. She then told me to lift my skirt, which I did. "As you can see, even though she is older than me, I am mature enough to know how she needs to be controlled." Kera then began to massage the front of my thong. I knew my arousal perfume would fill the small room.

"She doesn't dare cum without my permission," Kera continued. "She had two balls stuffed up her slutty pussy. That's why she couldn't run and had to walk so much on the track."

Kera continued rubbing me through the thong, but it was so thin it was as if it wasn't there. My legs were starting to lose their strength as my body responded to her touch. The coach noticed this and Kera commented that she could make me cum so hard that I would pass out if she wanted. The coach nodded, enthralled with the demonstration of domination Kera was putting on.

"If you could control your on-court performance the way you control your friend here, maybe I was rash in my decision," the coach said.

Kera continued describing our relationship, but I got the sense she was trying to seduce the coach as well. After all, intimate relationships with students was definitely a no-no and if Kera could get the coach in bed, she would own her for the next three years. The coach was focused on my pussy and what Kera's fingers were doing. Seeing this, Kera ordered me to unzip my skirt and remove my thong. Now that I was confident of Kera's game, I followed her order immediately. If she was going to seduce the coach, I wanted to help.

Now naked from the waist down, Kera wasted no time in pushing two fingers into my pussy. She finger fucked me slowly, letting the coach focus on how wet her fingers were becoming. My moans became louder and more frequent. The coach cautioned Kera about letting me make so much noise, especially an easily recognized sound of sex. "Give her your panties," Kera told the coach. "We'll gag her and shut her up."

That was the first command I heard Kera give the coach. I didn't expect her to obey, but it was almost as if Kera had hypnotized her with her seductive tale of my submission. She stood up and slid her sweatpants down. Her panties had a large wet spot on the front. I knew that was because of me. She was lusting after me. The coach then slipped her panties off and handed them to Kera, who had temporarily removed her fingers from my pussy. She in turn brought them to her nose and took a deep sniff. Kera's smile told me everything I needed to know. She knew the coach was already hers. I wondered if she would have the coach lick my juices off her fingers. Instead Kera turned the panties inside out, balled them up and pushed them in my mouth. She then told me to bend over the desk facing the coach.

Normally, in this position, I would have expected to be spanked. But that sound would have been obvious too if anybody walked by the conference room. Instead, Kera resumed teasing my pussy with her fingers. Any time she got deep; the tips of her fingers would cause the balls to move. The double sensation was driving me wild. At the same time, the coach started to pull her sweatpants on, but Kera told her to leave them off, and when she sat down again, to spread her legs. I'm sure the coach wanted to masturbate but was held back by the knowledge she shouldn't do that in front of her students. That resistance crumbled about thirty seconds later when Kera told her to play with herself. So I was bent over, staring at the coach who was rubbing her pussy, while Kera played with mine. I was sure I was not meant to cum until after the coach did. Just how my orgasm on Kera's fingers while pressed against my door signaled my submission to her, having the coach come in the conference room would mean the same thing. If I came first, the coach might come to her senses and stop. She was almost in a trance watching what Kera was doing to me. I had to fight my need to cum long enough not to break that trance until the coach's seduction was complete. Fortunately, the panty gag helped keep me quiet. The coach didn't have that luxury and had to cover her mouth with her hand. Kera began to taunt the coach.

"My slave's pussy is on fire and squeezing my fingers. But she knows better than to cum before you do. How long are you going to make her wait?"

The coach's eyes began to glaze over and I knew it wouldn't be long. She began rubbing her clit with great force. Kera matched her speed by increasing her finger fuck speed on me. I was shaking while trying not to cum. The coach was lost in her own world. Her head was tilted backward, and I think her eyes rolled back in her head as well. She wasn't trying to be quiet any more. I knew how Kera and her mother could make a woman lose control. The coach was emotionally gone. Kera was demonstrating that in matters of sex, she was more emotionally mature than the coach.

"When you come, you'll know I belong on varsity," Kera hissed. On cue, the coach agreed and then orgasmed. That triggered me. My pussy clamped down on Kera's fingers and she felt me cum hard. The conference room reeked of sex as the two of us came down from our climaxes. Kera fished the balls out of my pussy and handed them to the coach to lick clean. She did not hesitate. Kera then pulled the coach's panties out of my mouth. I immediately missed her flavor. She started to hand them to the coach, who looked embarrassed that it was even necessary. I could tell she was in shock that this event took place. Not surprisingly, Kera wasn't quite done with her.

"Put the balls in your pussy before you get dressed," she informed the coach. "When you get home, you can masturbate again thinking about me."

The coach gave her a defiant look, but it didn't last. She slid the balls into her pussy and then put on her underwear and sweatpants. Kera had what she wanted, I got to cum and I had a feeling I would be seeing more of the coach in the near future.

I returned to walking around the track. It was not nearly as exciting since my pussy was empty. Kera joined her team in the weight room. I could see her as I completed each lap. The coach was walking around instructing each of the team members, but I could see she was distracted. I wasn't sure she would make it home before she had to get her hands on her pussy again. I could see her going back to the conference room and frigging herself. Kera had not cum yet, but I had no doubt I would be between her legs before dinner. Overall it was a great tennis practice.

The rest of my Senior year was much better thanks to Kera being my Domme. As I expected, she shared me with several of her teammates. There were five of them that were bisexual and were happy to have me do whatever they wanted. They weren't dominant, per say, but they were happy to tell me what they wanted and how they wanted me to do it. Kera was enough of a dominant for me and her telling me to serve them satisfied my cravings. One of the things I most enjoyed was Kera using me as inspiration for the girls to do better in their matches. She would promise my services if they won. I was happy to help the team and always was in the stands at their home matches in my tiny skirt and sans panties.

The first time I realized my sexual favors were being traded for inspiration in their match performances happened when I was watching the competition and Kera was talking to one of her teammates. The girl had lost the first set badly. She looked overmatched. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Kera kept pointing at me. She then gestured at me, spreading her hands apart, in a motion I perceived as her telling me to spread my legs. I knew they were too far away to see anything, but I did it anyway. The girl Kera was talking to nodded. Then she got on the court to continue her match. She kicked her opponent butt in sets two and three by scores of 6-2 and 6-1.

Later, after all the matches were done, instead of going back to the sorority, Kera brought me to the girl's apartment. She told me to strip as soon as we were inside the door. I was more excited than nervous. Kera introduced the girl as Wendy. She then told me to go into Wendy's bedroom and do whatever she said. I followed Wendy into her bedroom. It turns out she was a pillow princess and just wanted to lay back on her bed and let me eat her. She did not want to give me any pleasure in return. That was disappointing, but I was really there to show my dedication to Kera, so I didn't mind too much. Wendy wasn't a loud partner either. That was a second disappointment. But I didn't take it personally.

At the next match, Kera repeated her action of talking to two of her teammates while pointing at me. It turned out they were Sandy and Alison and Kera was trying to inspire them to play better as a doubles team. It must have worked, because not only did they crush their doubles opponent, they both won their singles matches. It turned out they were roommates, although they did take turns having me pleasure them. Sandy was a lot like Wendy. She just wanted to lay back and receive oral. Alison did as well, although she returned the favor after I made her cum. I liked Alison. She also had a talented tongue.

Kera was always coming up with ways to let me express my submission and I loved her for it. At Christmas break and Spring break, I split my time at my house and at Kate's. The basic idea was if I was at home, Kera would come visit and do nasty things to me. At the same time, my mom would be at Kate's house doing whatever Kate wanted. Then we would switch. I would go serve Kate while my mom came home to take care of Kera. I learned to enjoy being in the shed so much I would stay there several days at a time as a "prisoner" while Kate, Gwen and Tiffany visited for me to pleasure and them to punish me. Usually Kate just had me stay outside, ready to service whomever showed up. I'd be allowed inside to clean or if Kate wanted space to whip me or if we needed a bigger bed.

Graduation wasn't as big an event as I figured it would be. At least not from a school perspective. Two days before, I got a message from the tennis coach to asking me to please meet her in her office that afternoon. When I arrived, wearing my tennis outfit for possibly the last time, she had me shut her office door. She said she wanted to thank me for helping inspire the team to do better during matches. I didn't realize she knew how Kera used me to get the best performances out of her teammates. The coach gave me a varsity letter. That was rare for a non-athlete. She said I was a special assistant coach and had earned it. She then handed me a long narrow box. I was shocked when I opened it and it contained a silver vibrator. That had to be against school rules. When I picked it up it was engraved with a thank you from the team. Semi-jokingly I asked if I should test it to make sure it worked. The coach approved. Of course, she did.

I lifted the skirt, turned on the vibe and held it against my mound. It was a pretty strong vibe and a nice unexpected gift. Much like the other time I performed for the coach, I was getting a bit too loud as the vibrator excited me, so for the second time I found myself gagged by the coach's wet panties. Also, for the second time, I got to watch her play with herself. It was a wonderful send off from college life.

The summer after graduation, and during my time at Northeastern Law in Boston, I lived pretty much full time during the week with Kate. If I wasn't at class or doing homework, I was her maid. It was my duty to keep the home spotlessly clean. Usually Kate found some issue and used it as an excuse to discipline me. But she also helped me with my law studies. That was invaluable. On the weekends, I would go back to my house and my mom would go to Kate's. Whenever Kera came home, we would usually all spend the weekend together, although true to their promise, neither ever made any attempt to encourage mom and me to play together.

Kera and her mom did DP me on multiple occasions. They always made me cum so hard. I didn't worry about whether they were pushing the boundaries of their own playing together. That was their concern, not mine. They usually used mom and me in separate rooms, but occasionally we were together, just not touching each other. As I looked back at my struggles to find my proper Domme during my undergraduate schooling, I was shocked that everything turned out so well for me. In the summer after my second year, I even got an internship at Kate's firm. You might thing that would be a given, but Kate made it very clear that I would have to earn that spot on my own. She was on the review committee, but she would have to recuse herself when it came to my application. Her firm was one of the most sought-after firms in Boston and almost everybody applied there. Literally hundreds of potential new lawyers applied every year for four or five low paying, long hour positions. As an educational experience, it was invaluable. And even though the pay was subsistence level, having that internship on your resume would open doors after law school. When I was selected, Kate warned me not to let anyone know I had a relationship with her or Tiffany. Even though the selection was 100% based on merit, even the hint of a scandal, would be unacceptable. We talked about it and in the end, we decided that for the summer, I would not serve her or Tiffany. I was disappointed, of course, but it made sense. As much as I loved being Kate's submissive, the internship was too valuable to my future and Kate's position as managing partner was to esteemed to risk.

The first few weeks, having only my own fingers for relief since Kera was out of town, was challenging. My mom would come home from visiting Kate, well used and satisfied. I just had to pretend. When Kera got back from her trip, things were a little better, but she didn't have enough time to satisfy me the way I needed. Kate suggested I channel my sexual energy into my internship, but mostly I ended up thinking about sex at the office and would need to relieve myself in the lady's room by the end of the day. Still, I was learning a lot about the law and wouldn't change the situation.

One Sunday afternoon, while mom was at Kate's and Kera was off with her boyfriend, Gwen showed up at the house unannounced. I was entirely fine with that. She sat on the living room couch while I pleasured her to three consecutive orgasms. Then she spanked me. It wasn't that I had done anything wrong. She just wanted to spank me. I loved it. I had never been able to give myself a proper spanking. I tried, but I could never hit myself hard enough. I always slowed down my hand right before impact. Gwen did not have that problem. Nor, and more importantly, did she didn't have a problem fingering me between swats. She liked how I squirmed on her lap. I praised her technique, hoping she would keep doing both the spanking and fingering until I came. She didn't, although she had me close. But instead of taking me over, she told me to sit on the coffee table, face her (she had her camera ready) and masturbate until I climaxed.

I'd grown accustomed to putting on these kinds of shows. Gwen recorded the entire four minutes it took to get myself off. I hoped she was doing that on Kate's demand so she could watch, but in the end, I didn't care. I got off hard. That was all that mattered.

Once my internship was over, I went back to serving Kate. Kera was back at school for her Sophomore year. Law school was tough, but manageable, especially with Kate's help. After graduation, I got an associate's position at Kate's firm. That was a mixed blessing. Amazing from a career perspective, terrible from a personal one as Kate was off limits again. But in truth, wherever I ended up working, as a first-year lawyer, I'd be working so much I wouldn't have time for a personal life. Between helping the more established lawyers with grunt work and studying for the bar exam, I barely had any time for myself. In what little free time I did have, Kate would let me stay in the shed. Even if she didn't choose to use me, just being in the shed helped keep me from going crazy. Having an evening to shut down from the law firm and just masturbate until I couldn't cum any more had benefits. Discretely, she did use me a couple of time. That was amazing and definitely kept me sane, and allowed me to focus on the bar exam, which I passed. Several of the new crop of associates didn't. That helped my career prospects as well.

Even though my opportunities to serve Kate were limited by us working together, I did get to play with Kera and Gwen. But then Kera, now graduated and married, moved to California because of a job offer her husband had. So, I was down to Gwen and back to searching for a new Mistress. I felt like I was starting college over, except for the fact that my job prospects were wonderful. Kate did arrange for me to travel with her anytime she had to take a business trip. That was wonderful, although carrying a lot of toys was impractical. We were able to take a few toys with us in our checked luggage. I don't think TSA would approve of us bringing handcuffs and a flogger onboard. Kate also took me with her to homecoming each year. At least then we could bring a car full of toys. Usually I wouldn't go to the auction because I was already bound to the bed at the house she rented. But I got to play with Kate and whatever girl she bought that year. Admittedly, I started feeling older as each year the new play toy from the sorority seemed younger and younger. That realization led to my downfall at work.

Five years into my legal career, and according to Kate on the fast track to full partnership status because of my performance (at the firm not in her bed) I made a critical mistake. I was still feeling threatened by the younger girls Kate was buying at homecoming and I ended up hooking up with one of the new interns at the office. It was entirely consensual, in fact she came on to me, and really too vanilla to even make me happy. But I was vulnerable, having not scratched my submission itch in a month. We got caught fucking in the office bathroom. It was stupid, but I was horny and not thinking straight. In the days of Me Too, any kind of sexual impropriety, especially between people at different levels in the firm's hierarchy, was strictly forbidden. The intern, worried about her own future employment prospects, threw me under the bus and claimed I'd threatened to terminate her internship and write a bad review of her if she didn't have sex with me. It was bullshit, Kate agreed it was bullshit but I was fired anyway. The firm wanted to keep it quiet, so I was let go and didn't put up a fight. I knew I'd lose once the intern filed a formal complaint. The other partners agreed with Kate that I was probably innocent, but there was a zero-tolerance policy and bad publicity would hurt the firm. The intern was forced to sign an NDA in exchange for my being fired. I don't think she got a payoff. Suddenly my entire legal career was flushed. And while Kate couldn't save me, she was able to hook me up with another opportunity. It was easy for her to find me. I'd been in her shed for three days crying and feeling sorry for myself.

"Pull yourself together, Susan," I remember her saying. "I have a friend who owns a small firm in Hartford."

"Hartford?" I repeated. I remember thinking, "Nobody goes to Hartford on purpose."

Kate continued. "She and her partner only have a couple of lawyers on staff, but they are looking to expand. They do insurance law. It's not sexy, but it's a growth market and they want to develop a national presence. I told her how awesome you are, and she wants to meet you. You would be on the road two or three days most weeks. On the plus side, if you do have a free weekend, you're only a couple of hours from here."

I started to wipe the tears from my eyes. I knew my prospects in Boston for landing at a topflight firm were gone, at least for a while, so maybe moving to another state for a couple of years wouldn't be so bad. I agreed to give Kate's friend a call. Kate insisted that I see her hairdresser immediately and told me to be sure I dressed professionally including stockings, garters and high heels.

"What kind of firm is this?" I asked.

"The firm is very professional," Kate answered. "But Robin, my friend, let's just say we share certain preferences. So does her partner, Angela. Wearing a choker to the interview wouldn't be a bad idea either." OK, that was weird advice, but I understood her meaning.

I called Robin immediately. She was expecting my call and I made an appointment for 4pm the next day. I arrived early and sat in my car waiting. I was nervous. My initial interviews with Kate's firm had not been stressful since I'd been an intern there. This was different because they didn't know me. I also needed this job and Robin knew it. I fully expected that if they did make me an offer, it would be low. But I'd have to take it, at least for a while until I could return to Boston for another top firm in a different city. I'd just have to work her for a while so I didn't look like I was jumping companies. At 3:55 I walked into their office. Their receptionist informed me that Robin had been called to an emergency client meeting and that Angela was gone for the day. My heart sank. As I was walking back to my car, trying to decide if I should go home or get a hotel for the night, my phone rang. It was Robin. She was very apologetic.

"I'm so sorry Susan," she started. "I had to go to this client." I understood how that worked. Business always overrode interviews.

"I know this is unconventional," Robin continued. "But could you come to my house for the interview? I'll be home about 5, can whip up dinner and we can talk more informally. Unfortunately, I am booked tomorrow so tonight is the only time I have available."

This was definitely weird and very unprofessional. But I needed the job, so I agreed. Robin sent me a text with the address. The house was larger than I expected. Robin must do very well for herself. Maybe this small firm would be a good fit for me. Robin met me at the door and immediately her eyes locked onto the choker I was wearing. She was beautiful, about ten years older than me, and my nervousness about doing this unconventional interview started to turn to excitement between my legs.

Robin spent the time she was making dinner telling me about Angela and their firm. I was sitting at their kitchen table while she prepared pan fried chicken breasts she intended to cut up and put in a salad. I was listening, but also concentrating on her backside. She was still wearing her dress from the office and it hugged her bottom in just the right ways. When the salads were done, we moved to the dining room table and our conversation shifted to my qualifications. Robin seemed impressed. I didn't want to bring up the reason why I was looking for a job. After I thought the interview was over, Robin did that for me.

"Don't worry about it, Susan," she told me. "Kate already briefed me how it was consensual and more of a bad judgement that got you trapped in the politics of a large firm. I don't fault you for that." Then she paused for a few seconds and added, "Tell me about that beautiful choker you are wearing."

I blushed and then said, "If you have talked to Kate about me and are as close friends as she claimed, I'm sure you know the meaning behind this choker."

That was a 100% inappropriate statement for an interview, but so was Robin bringing it up. After looking at her watch, she continued, "Right now, my partner Angela is finishing a business dinner with the CEO of one of our top clients. They probably should be with a larger firm, but we offer them full-service representation and supply the CEO personal benefits."

"What you are trying not to say is she is going to fuck him," I interjected trying to sound like I was smart enough to read between the lines.

"Yes, precisely," Robin replied. "Granted, we don't supply that service to every client. We're not a brothel. But we are not above using our bodies to get sign up clients. Usually it's flirting and maybe a little touchy feelie, but in some cases, it is more. Does that bother you?"

"I'm a very sexual woman," I confidently told Robin. "Although I've never fucked for business or for grades. It doesn't bother me what Angela does. That's her business. But if you're looking for an in-house prostitute to get the firm new clients, I'm not interested."

"What if I was looking for a skilled full-time lawyer to build the business and an in-house slut to keep Angela and me happy?"

"What would be the balance between the two?" I asked.

"As Kate explained, the lawyer position would involve a lot of travel. I would anticipate you flying out early Tuesday and getting back late Thursday. You would be in the office Monday and Friday. You would live here. You would serve us on the weekends and have household chores. Kate spoke very highly of your maid service."

It was good to know my cleaning abilities didn't go unnoticed beyond an excuse to punish me.

"What kind of salary are you proposing?" I asked.

Robin took a piece of paper, wrote down a number and slid it over to me. As I expected, it was lower than what I made in Boston, but this job came with room and board. It also came with two weekend Mistresses. Plus, I was desperate. "I accept," I told her before I could think longer and reconsider.

"Excellent," Robin declared. "But first, I need to see if you pass the practical part of the interview. Stand up and take your dress, bra and panties off. I assume you are wearing garters like I told Kate to tell you. Also, you can lose that thin choker."

Suddenly my submissive tendencies took over. I was no longer a lawyer. I was interviewing for slut. We both stood up. I started undressing and Robin walked back into the kitchen. I was standing in just my garter, stockings and heels when she returned. She was holding a proper collar and a pair of nipple clamps. She quickly buckled the collar tightly around my neck. She then spun me around to face her and threading the chain between the nipple clamps through the D-ring of the collar. She let them dangle between my breasts in my cleavage.

"Let's go into the living room," she said. "We'll be more comfortable."

By comfortable she meant she would be comfortable as she sat down on the couch. I was kneeling on the floor. My first task was to play with my nipples to prepare them for the clamps. Once my nubs were at full attention, she told me to look at her while I put the clamps on myself. She could see my anguish. I could see her lust.

"Kate told me you love to be spanked. I hope that is right because I love to spank little girls," Robin informed me. I didn't consider myself a little girl anymore as I approached thirty, but I was younger than Robin so I let it slide.

"I do love to be spanked, Mistress," I replied. Since she had talked about me living here, I felt Mistress was the right term to go with immediately. Robin didn't correct me, so I assumed she was good with it. Moments later I was over her lap and her palm was warming my backside. Each swat of her hand caused my tits to giggle and the clamps to further stimulate me. The heat from my butt cheeks went straight to my clit, as always, and soon I was wiggling trying to press my clit into her knee. Her technique was very similar to Kate's. That was a good thing. I felt right at home with Robin's impact style. As she spanked me, she quizzed me about what other forms of punishment Kate had given me. I gave her a complete rundown with great detail. I even told her about the things I didn't like, such as the figging. I was kind of surprised how open I was with her so quickly. I really felt like I belonged under her control and my worries about my future were melting away.

Robin didn't finger my pussy while she spanked me. But her firm hand had me drifting into subspace and when she began tugging on the nipple clamp chain, the pain shooting down my body to my clit, that I was still rubbing on her knee, was enough to trigger a small, but pleasurable orgasm. After that, I was hers. For the next couple of hours, she continued using various impact implements, had me eat her to several orgasms and had me kneel in front of her to masturbate myself to a much bigger second orgasm. Angela arrived home just as I was cumming.

"Is this the new company slut?" she asked as way of a greeting.

"Probationary," Robin replied. "But so far her interview is going well."

As I came down from my high, I could look at Angela. She was as beautiful as Robin, although she had black hair where Robin's was blonde. Angela was dressed much like I had been. A professional dress, stockings and heels. I assumed she had on garters, but I couldn't tell. At least not yet. Her hair was a bit of a mess. She did have the "I've just been fucked" look. She quickly discarded her dress. As I had suspected, she had on garters instead of stay ups. That must be a company thing. Her pussy was still swollen. Her client must have treated her properly. She advanced on me until she was standing over me.

"Chuck gave me a cream pie again, she announced to nobody in particular. "We have to get him better trained. Clean me out slut," she told me. Thus the first time I licked my second new Mistress of the day, whom I'd only known for a few minutes, I was cleaning out the spunk of a man I'd never met. That was both nasty and thrilling. I was determined to make her feel better than he did. I wanted to show my value. Even though Robin said I would only serve them on weekends, I wanted to get them addicted to my skills such that they would want me every day. I succeeded.

For the next several years, I faithfully served Robin and Angela while rebuilding my resume and legal career. Much like my time serving in Kate's house, I wore a similar scantily clad maid's outfit on the weekend. I kept the house spotless and kept their guests happy. The travel was a bit of a pain, but I soon found out where all the hip places were in each town I frequented for when I was in need of a hook up. Eventually I tired of the road life. I had helped Robin and Angela grow the firm and they agreed I should be working someplace more upscale. I made my way back to Boston with their blessings, a killer referral and an interview Robin setup at another top firm. Unfortunately, by the time of my return, Kate had gone through "the change" and wasn't very sexually active anymore. She had reached an age where picking up college girls for a weekend didn't hold much interest. I still went back to homecoming, but I didn't always buy a girl, although I did budget for it. I had a nice nest egg saved just in case.

Career wise, everything was working out fine and my personal life, while still frustrating had enough excitement to keep me on balance. That is until I returned for my 20-year homecoming reunion. That's when I met Kelsey. She was a pledge at KAT and was the sweetest, most innocent thing I had ever seen. Barely over 18, she looked as pure as fresh fallen snow. She had long, straight blonde hair, was only about 5' 2" tall, had piercing blue eyes and an amazing smile. She was pretty lean with small breasts and no curves to speak of, but I was attracted to her more than any of the current sisters. Unfortunately, as a freshman, she would not be in the auction. Not lost on me was the fact that I was now in the same place and relative ages that Kate had been when she first saw me. That didn't stop me from flirting with Kelsey and planting the seed that she should participate next year.

That year, I ended up winning a trashy looking Junior (Veronica) I had tried to win last year. I knew she wasn't the Dominant type, but I figured I could take charge of her and order her to do to me some of the things I craved. Over the last few years I had developed more switch skills due to the available market of kinky women, although I still preferred to be in the sub role.

I also told Kelsey to talk with her on Sunday to find out just how fun these auctions can be. Now I just had to follow through. Veronica and I had a great weekend. She definitely wanted me to take the lead and I taught her all about women on women sex. Somehow, she had missed that part of her education in years past. I was happy to teach her, but my mind was still on Kelsey. She was so cute, if Kelsey did participate, I had to be ready to break the bank to purchase her.