The Lady of the House by Doug Smith
F/FF, F/M, M/MF
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- Introductions
"Come on answer... please pick up... ", Debbie muttered to herself as she drove along in her old Celica. "Please pick up... Please.... Please.... ", she thought over and over.
Eventually a voice came over the line, "Hello, how can I help you".
Debbie immediately recognized it as Helen, oh thank God she thought. "Helen, its Deb ... please don't hang up", she pleaded.
"Oh.. it's you... I thought I...".
"Helen, give me one more chance. That's all I ask, I promise I won't screw up anything this time, please.. please ..", Debbie begged. In the background Debbie heard a phone ring.
Abruptly the phone went silent, but she could hear talking in the background. It was hard to make out. What she could hear sounded like an exchange of pleasantries.
"Come on.... please..... ", Debbie muttered to herself. She needed the money badly and without working for Helen there was no way she could come up with the money she needed quickly enough.
"Alright you, listen up girlie", blurted the voice all of a sudden. "This is it, the last chance, you screw this up and I'm through with you. You understand!".
"Oh thank god", Debbie thought to herself. "Yes Helen, I promise I won't mess it up. I promise", Debbie gushed.
"Ok, here it is. 7:30pm sharp be at 1020 East 5th, #652. You'll be entertaining a couple and their friends. Collect $700. And be ready for anything, the lady of the house can be a little demanding".
"hmmmm 700?" that's better than usual...I could....", Debbie drifted off in thought doing the math in her head and not really hearing the warning she was getting.
"Did you hear me??", the voice demanded pulling Debbie from her thoughts.
"er.. yes ", Debbie said.
"Don't be late and don't screw up! ", ordered the voice and then the line went dead.
"Whew, thank goodness... ", Debbie thought to herself putting out of her mind the really distasteful part that would come later. At this point she could only think of the money and her current fiscal crisis. Rent for another month, money for food and maybe even a little to splurge on clothes. No thoughts of the tuition bill at this point. That was still a good two months away yet. She glanced at her watch, the clock in the car had gone on the blink long ago. "Shit! 6:25 must get moving.. be home in 5.. 5 minute cab ride to the job, that didn't leave much time.
" A couple and their friends... hmmm wonder what that means... mmm well maybe they want a dancer or something... ", knowing in the back of her mind that it was probably the 'or something' that they'd want. "Wonder what the woman would want". She didn't really mind women but to be honest she preferred men. Women were just part of the business that she had to put up with. "Hopefully, it wouldn't be a bunch of fat balding old men", she thought. "Please!'. Nevertheless, true to her nature she put it out of her mind, not wanting to deal with the ugly realities that the business could entail. "Now what dress should I ... ".
"1020 E 5th", she told the cabbie as she slipped into the back of the cab. As the cab sped off she took the time for a last minute inspection. Dress looks ok she thought smoothing it out under her. Nice low cut in front, showing ample cleavage, customers always liked that. Short enough for plenty of thigh to show. Lacey revealing bra and panties completed the picture. Her breasts were ample enough, firm and years from being saggy. High heels to match her dress gave her legs a lean muscular look. She just loved when men couldn't get enough of them. Her shoulder length dishwater blond hair didn't look bad considering the time she'd had to get ready. In fact she thought it was fine. A quick check of her diminutive purse showed all was in order. Condoms, keys, compact, she mentally checked off her list. Her wallet was there in the bottom with her last $20 in it. As she looked up the cabbie pulled to the curb and punched the meter without saying a word. $5.60 it read.
"Do you have change for a $20" she asked as she slid to the side of the cab. The doorman opened the cab door for her and as soon as she had her change she slinked out of the car, noticing the doorman's eyes on her legs.
"Apartment 652", she calmly stated at the desk inside the door.
"Who may I say is calling", the attendant queried.
"Debbie", she answered and immediately regretted not giving a more formal answer.
"And who are you calling on Miss", the attendant continued.
" er...uh... why the lady of the house of course", Debbie stammered. "Shit she'd forgotten to even get the woman's name!", she mentally kicked herself. "... damn was it even the woman she was supposed to ask for, oh boy.. ", she mused, not happy with herself.
With barely an expression the desk attendant turned and phoned 562 over the intercom.
"Yes", a male voice came back quickly.
" a 'Debbie' here ", Sir.
"Send her up", was the answer.
The attendant silently motioned Debbie towards the elevator.
Trying to look, natural, Debbie moved into the elevator as quickly as she could. Being referred to as 'a Debbie' hadn't set well with her, plus she could feel the lecherous eyes of the doorman and the attendant searching her over even without looking at them. She unconsciously smoothed her dress as she stepped to the rear of the elevator and turned to face the front.
"562 ma'am?", the elevator operator asked.
"Yes please", she answered back trying to sound confident. The elevator operator was a scruffy little old man, and he too couldn't keep his eyes off Debbie. As soon as the elevator was on it's way he shot a quick glance sideways to get a view of Debbie's ample cleavage. He then quickly craning his neck as if it was stiff and needed the movement. Debbie knew what he was doing even though she did her best to avert her eyes from his.
"Maybe this dress is too much ..", thought Debbie. She had dressed to kill and it seemed to be working.
After what seemed like an eternity of scrutiny from the elevator man the door opened with the announcement, "5th floor ma'am".
"Thank you", she muttered. "Have fun..." the elevator man said as he quickly closed the door.
"Wha..", Debbie turned back to the elevator, just as it closed. What had he said? "Have fun?", but there was more. The elevator was gone though. The whole experience with the doorman had unsettled her and her heart was now noticeably beating faster. She took a deep breath to calm herself and turned back to the hallway.
Not really much of a hallway, just an entryway, maybe 10ft by 10ft. 561 was at the end on the left and 562 the same but on the right.
"Wow, building didn't look that small from the outside... has to be more than two apartments on each floor", she thought to herself.
As she reached for the bell in the wall next to 562 that old sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach came back. Although, she was curious what was behind the door, she dreaded and hated what was to come. It always turned out worse then she imagined it would. Now that it was at hand she couldn't ignore it any longer. She glanced back at the elevator, thought about it but it wasn't really an option. She needed the money too bad. Again she reached for the button but couldn't press it. " ok gotta do it", she thought. Hands back at her sides, she smoothed her dress out, closed her eyes, took a deep breath to calm herself and rang the doorbell.
Immediately she heard a shuffling on the other side of the door, and the door opened to display a man in his mid 20's, with a bow tie but no shirt. He had shoulder length brown hair and a natural looking trim muscular torso.
"Wow", Debbie thought to herself and smiled, meanwhile uttering a nervous 'Hi'.
The man looked her over, head to toe devouring her curvy body, but in a restrained expressionless manner. Nevertheless Debbie blushed.
"Please come in", the man said. "Your name?", he continued.
"Debbie", she answered now unable to keep her eyes off his gorgeous torso.
"Just minute please", and with that the young man turned and walked off into the apartment, leaving Debbie standing in a large entranceway.
There was a nicely finished plain wooden bench to the right, which was flanked by two end tables both with simple lamps on them. Above the bench was an impressionist painting of Venice, oddly dark though, as if a storm were brewing. On the left were side-by-side doors, probably to a closet. In the left corner by the front door was a soft looking small bearskin rug. No bigger than a doormat but placed out of the way unlike a doormat would be. The entrance way opened up into a room furnished not unlike a living room although there were bookshelves lining some of the walls. The furniture was arranged in little groups, sofa's and chairs grouped around coffee tables. There were at least three groups. Not unlike the lobby of a hotel.
Debbie watched the man as he made his way to a door towards the back right side of the next room. He was barefoot and wore and wore a pair of black pajama bottoms that accented some shapely buttocks. The muscles in his back rippled as he reached to knock on the door. Despite herself Debbie felt an aching desire welling in her groin.
"Maybe just maybe...it'll be ok...", she thought.
The young man knocked gently and slipped in the room leaving the door more than just ajar but not open. Debbie could only see a wall decorated with more impressionist art above a table of some sort. As the man entered she could hear some women's voices in a low conversation that immediately came to a halt.
"Yes, Jeremy?", came a women's voice from the room.
"The girl, is here ma'am", she heard him say.
" ...the girl?", she thought.
"Wonderful, send her in immediately", replied the same voice.
Jeremy then appeared in the doorway and beckoned for her to come toward him. She made her way through the furniture towards the expressionless Jeremy whose eyes still seemed to be devouring her body. Now fixated on her cleavage. It was all Debbie could do to not obviously ogle Jeremy also. The door was halfway open still not allowing Debbie to see much besides the wall to the left and a large open window with the Manhattan skyline behind. As Debbie approached the door Jeremy nodded and quickly walked back towards the front entranceway. Debbie watched he walked directly to the rug next to the door and steadied himself to ... .
"Well come in girl!", came an impatiently voice from within the room.
Debbie turned away from watching Jeremy and stepped into the room. Odd she thought, "he looked as if he as going to kneel.. ".
"Ahhh, here we are ..", the woman said as Debbie entered the room.
Walking past the half open door Debbie saw a large leaf green leather couch against the right wall. The woman who was speaking to her sat in the left corner of the couch with her legs tucked under her and her feet pointing towards the middle. She wore a white terry cloth robe tied loosely with a black belt such that Debbie could see a wisp of an ample bosom within. She had dark brown hair that had sheen to it as if she had just gotten out of the shower. In the right corner sat blond woman in a pink terry cloth robe, tied again so one could see the shadows of her breasts within. Her hair also had a damp sheen to it as if she too had just gotten out of the bath. Both of these women seemed to be in their early 30's and both were very attractive.
Facing the couch with here back to the windows and kneeling on her haunches at the feet of the woman in the pink robe was a young brunette woman about Debbie's age in a red teddy and heels. The woman in the pink robe rested one foot on the girl's legs and the other foot was nestled between her breasts. The girls left hand was kneading the lower part of the blonde's foot while the right rubbed the balls of her feet as her mouth gently nuzzled the toes. The kneeling girl turned her head slightly to get a glimpse of who had entered and in doing so her mouth left the blond woman's foot. Immediately the blond woman struck the girl with a riding crop. The blow made Debbie wince but the girl did no more than whimper quietly.
"Get back to work girl, nobody told you too look", the blond woman hissed. With a wry smile directed at Debbie the kneeling girl turned and complied. The blond woman sank back in to the sofa with a content look on her face.
"Come stand over here and let's get a good look at you", the woman in the white robe ordered.
Debbie was standing there with her mouth agape lost in the scene before her. She just couldn't comprehend what she saw. It was all so unexpected. Her eyes glanced at the door but her feet remained riveted to the floor. The thought entered her mind to leave but it was no more than a fleeting thought. She really had no choice, she needed the money badly. Also, she couldn't blow this. She might not get another chance.
"I said over here", said the woman pointing to a spot about 5 feet in front of her.
The order woke Debbie from her daze and she looked towards the woman in the white robe. The woman's voice was calm and assured in its tone, almost hypnotic. The urgency in her voice told Debbie she expected to be obeyed without question. Without consciously thinking it over, Debbie's feet began to move as she had been ordered.
Debbie had no idea what to think about the tableau before her but the aching feeling in her groin that had begun with Jeremy was getting stronger, despite her reservations about what she was seeing. As she stood before the woman in the white robe she noticed another brunette woman in a large padded leather chair in the corner of the room to her left. This woman was dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress and heels. The top of the dress was cut low with thin shoulder straps. Debbie couldn't help but think how sexy this woman looked. Unlike the two women on the couch her short hair wasn't damp and was tucked neatly behind her ears. The woman in the black dress smiled when Debbie looked at her.
Debbie's head was spinning. From meeting Jeremy at the door till now there was just so much to take in. This was so different from the normal job she did that she just didn't know what to do.
"Look at me when I talk to you!", said the woman in the white robe with an authoritative air.
This brought Debbie out of a daze for the second time and she looked down at the woman. The white robed woman was now sitting up straight with her arms folded across her chest. In the shadows of her robe Debbie could see the soft round orb of a breast.
The look on the woman's face was one of supreme authority and control. She had no doubt her orders would be obeyed and it showed in her countenance.
"Ok young lady, put your hands behind your head".
Without thinking Debbie complied. Then she came to her senses and thought, "wait a minute.. I need to collect, call in... ".
"ah, hold on a minute I need to...", Debbie started to say.
"You need what I say you need, when I say you need it!", interjected the lady cutting her off. "Now shut up and do as I say or you'll be on the way home with nothing but cab fare".
Debbie's heart sank. They wouldn't! but they could... she needed the money.. but this was so...so degrading. However, he had no choice she reasoned, since she needed the money badly. But even more so she felt drawn to this lady. The ache in her groin was stronger and as she looked in the eyes of this woman her will melted like butter. So she demurely stood there with her hands clasped behind her head gazing down at her toes in embarrassment.
"Much better", purred the woman. "Now turn around slowly", she cooed.
Debbie did so rocking from one foot to another so her hips swayed a little bit. With her hands up her dress had ridden up to just below her buttocks and she could feel it swaying against her.
"Hmmmm what do you think Joyce?", said the woman as she finished one rotation.
"So far so good but let's see a little more", intoned the blond woman, evidently Joyce, in the pink robe.
"I agree... let's see... now dear be a good girl and turn around and bend over", requested the woman in the white robe.
Debbie thought she would turn beet red. It's not that she hasn't flaunted her body before but to be ordered to do it in front of some women, was just so, so ... degrading.
The woman noticed the hesitation and snapped her fingers and emphatically said "now!" with a look that Debbie had no choice but to obey.
Debbie turned slowly and bent over at the waist, assuming that's what the woman was after. Her short dress now rode up her but giving the women a nice view of her panty-clad ass. She started to bring her hands down to her knees but then thought better of it. Better to wait till she'd been told to do it.
"Go ahead put your hands on your knees and wiggle that ass for us", requested the woman.
"Maggie, she does have a nice ass", commented Joyce.
"So the lady of the house is Maggie", Debbie noted to herself.
"hmmm ....come on move that ass around", Maggie said. Debbie slowly ground her ass through the air. "ok now roll your panties down to just below your crotch", Maggie demanded.
Debbie slowly rolled them down all the while keeping some motion to her behind.
"Very nice", purred Maggie. "ok now stand up, hands behind your neck and face me", ordered Maggie.
Without thinking Debbie complied.
"Do you have nice nipples?, asked Maggie.
"um... ah ..", Debbie stammered. "This is too much, and I haven't even collected yet.... ", thought Debbie. " I need to ...", started Debbie.
" Shut up", interrupted Maggie. "I'll tell you what you need... have you forgotten already", said Maggie with such force that Debbie went back to staring at her toes. "Well?", queried Maggie.
"What?", asked Debbie demurely. Now totally cowered.
"Do you have nice nipples?", asked Maggie.
"I..I ..I Think so", stammered Debbie.
"Well let's see one! First pull your dress straps off your shoulder".
Debbie obeyed, her dress now resting on top of her breasts.
"Good Take one boob out and let's see".
Debbie brought her right hand up and reached into her bra and brought out an ample well-tanned breast.
"mmm nice... rub your nipple a little", purred Joyce.
Debbie looked up at Maggie silently asking if she need obey Joyce also. Maggie's look told her all she needed to know. She gently started caressing her nipple with her first finger. Slowly, gently circling her finger around and over her nipple.
Debbie always thought her nipples were nice but she'd never really sought out comments on them. Debbie's hand on her own breast and the gentle caressing of her nipple was starting to warm her loins.
"Give it a little lick ", Maggie said.
Debbie looked toward Maggie as she lowered her head and brought her nipple toward her mouth. She was now more than a little turned on. Debbie took her tongue and made a broad sweeping motion starting on her breast above her nipple and then bringing her tongue down to circle around her nipple, all the while looking Maggie in the eye. When their eyes met Debbie felt in awe of Maggie. Her own ministrations were turning her on more and more and she felt drawn to Maggie, wanting to kneel and bury her head in the gap in Maggie's robe.
"ok , chop, chop that's enough, hands behind your head", blurted Maggie.
Debbie was reluctant to stop caressing herself but a stern look from Maggie and she returned her hands to her head. Having second thoughts about her disheveled look she reached to tuck her breast back into her dress.
"No, no young lady leave yourself as you are you look just lovely that way", Maggie stated.
Debbie felt foolish with her panties around her thighs and one boob hanging out but she still felt that warm stirring in her loins. She yearned to return her hand to her nipple and even better yet want to reach between her legs.
"Well ladies shall we let her stay?", Maggie asked.
"mmm....mmm", Joyce purred.
"Definitely!", the lady in the leather chair said.
"Yes I agree with you Joyce, it seems she has potential", Maggie stated seemingly not taking notice of the woman in the leather chair.
"Come closer dear", Maggie said.
Debbie took a couple of small steps toward Maggie. Maggie inched forward to sit on the edge of the sofa.
"Bend over", Maggie said.
Debbie kept her hands on her head and bent over so her face was check to check with Maggie.
Maggie rubbed her cheek on Debbie's ever so gently. Debbie's could see the soft round orbs of Maggie's breasts in the shadows of her gown. Maggie reached up and gently stroked Debbie's exposed breast.
Maggie stayed check to cheek and moved up so that Debbie could feel her warm breath on her ear. Debbie's mouth was now open and her breathing was getting heavier.
"Want to stay and be mine?...mmmmm... Do you want to please me? ...", whispered Maggie.
"Yes", gasped Debbie. The lust and desire in her loins now totally overwhelming her. She could think of nothing but burying her head in Maggie's gown.
Maggie pinched her nipple hard, causing Debbie to gasp. "Yes.. what..?", she queried.
"Yes Ma'am!", Debbie cooed, now willing to do anything to keep Maggie's hand at work.
"Ok stand up slut", Maggie ordered and gave Debbie a light slap on the face.
Debbie reluctantly stood up. "oooo ", she cooed to herself. She looked down at Maggie, now sitting back in the sofa with her legs crossed. Maggie's robe had parted so that Debbie could see part of her tan thigh. Debbie wanted no more than to kneel and kiss and caress her legs. However, she had been ordered to stand so she did.
"Now slut, clasp your hands behind your back and walk over to the table by the door", Maggie said.
Debbie looked at Maggie not really comprehending.
"The table over there", Maggie said, pointing in the direction she had described.
Debbie did as she was told, walking gingerly with her panties still at mid thigh and one breast still hanging out. Debbie was now staring down at a table nestled in the wall with two small drawers with tassels affixed to their handles. Sitting on top of the table was a black dog collar.
"Now without using your hands, pull open the drawer on the right", Maggie instructed.
Debbie bent over and grabbed the tassel with her teeth and pulled open the drawer with her mouth. As she did so heard Joyce commenting on the view of her ass. When she looked in the drawer she saw a row of $100 bills. Without counting she guessed at least 10.
"That is yours if you make it till midnight", Maggie stated. "Understand?".
"Yes". "er Yes Ma'am", she corrected herself.
" ... wow maybe a thousand bucks", Debbie thought to herself. Quickly thinking of the things she could do with the extra money. "No way I'm going to let that much money slip away", she vowed to herself.
"Now open the second drawer, same rules", Maggie continued.
As Debbie turned her head to mouth the tassel on the other drawer she could see through the door back to the entranceway. There she saw Jeremy kneeling on his haunches facing the sidewall. It looked like he was kneeling right where that small bearskin rug was. "What the...", thought Debbie.
"Well, come on, get on with it", Maggie said impatiently.
Debbie opened the drawer and there were several wads of twenty dollar bills. Her jaw dropped.
"How many, if any, of those you get depend on how well you behave tonight", stated Maggie. "Understand?".
Debbie's head was swimming now. She'd never seen that much cash in one place. Tuition, rent, food, clothes.. it wouldn't be a problem for quite a while with a few of those wads.
"Now slut, if you leave before midnight you leave with only cab fare...but if you're a good little fuck then see what you can earn?"
Debbie couldn't take her eyes off the drawer.
"If you agree to my terms pick up the collar with your mouth, get down on all fours and crawl over here like you want to be my slut for the night", Maggie said.
Debbie looked over toward Jeremy out of the corner of her eye. He looked as if he hadn't moved a muscle since she last glanced that way.
There really wasn't any decision to make, the money was too enticing, and by now she was too wet between the legs and too horny to turn back. Maggie unnerved her a little, no a lot, but how bad could it get with a woman?
Debbie picked up the collar in her mouth, dropped to her hands and knees and started moving toward Maggie. She made sure there was plenty of movement in her hips and she could feel her breasts swaying as she crawled.
As Debbie approached Maggie, Maggie held out her left hand and Debbie placed the collar in it nuzzling her hand and arm with her nose and lips as she did so. Maggie then wrapped the collar around her neck and buckled it so it was snug.
Maggie then grabbed the ring on the front of the collar and forcefully pulled Debbie into her chest. Debbie tried to find an opening in the robe so she could kiss and caress Maggie's flesh, but couldn't. Maggie put a stop to this by grabbing Debbie's head by the hair.
Maggie brought her head down close to Debbie and hissed, " you're mine now slut, you better behave, got that?".
"Yes", muttered Debbie. "mmph..", she exclaimed as out of nowhere something had whacked her behind. "Yes, Ma'am", she corrected herself.
With that Maggie threw her back on her haunches, nestled her feet in her lap and commanded " get to work on my feet wench!".
Debbie reached down and took Maggie's left foot and brought it up to her bosom. She started kneading the balls of her feet with both hands. While doing this she glanced to her right to see the young brunette now licking and caressing Joyce's calves.
"Hmmm, that's a good girl", Maggie encouraged Debbie, meanwhile giving her exposed breast a gentle caress with her other foot.
After a few minutes of enjoying Debbie's ministrations Maggie turned her attention to the woman in the leather chair.
"Well Diane you seem to be a little left out over there", Maggie teased.
"hmmmm", Diane murmured back.
"Come here love", Maggie suggested reaching out with her right hand.
Diane stood up and leaned over towards Maggie. Maggie nestled her mouth at the base of Diane's neck and gently kissed and licked it. Meanwhile she brought her right hand up and reached inside Diane's dress and gently caressed the crevasse between Diane's breasts.
"Would you like to play with our pets?", cooed Maggie.
"mmmmmm... yesss ", Diane replied.
"Then come here girl".
As Diane rose from the chair and moved toward the couch Maggie guided her gently to keel at her feet just to the left of Debbie. Dianne's and Debbie's haunches were now touching.
"Kiss my tits for a bit would you Diane?", added Maggie while she pulled Diane into her bosom. Diane quickly found a nipple and began licking and kissing it.
"So Joyce, should we let Diane play with our pets?", Maggie asked.
"Yes but I think she needs to earn the right, don't you", replied Joyce.
Diane's eyes met Joyce's as she spoke, but her mouth never left Maggie's breast. Joyce gave Diane a smug superior look then turned away to bathe in the pleasure she was receiving from the young girl at her feet.
"Exactly my thoughts also", stated Maggie.
Diane was earnestly sucking and licking Maggie's breasts, obviously turned on by the whole situation.
"mmmmm keep up the good work Diane and maybe just maybe you'll earn a chance", encouraged Maggie.
Maggie let Diane continue for a minute then grabbed he by the hair and pulled her head away from her breast so they could look each other in the eye.
" So that's it then. "we'll let you play with our pets but you'll have to earn it, understand?", asked Maggie.
"Yes", Diane replied with her mouth agape yearning to return it to Maggie's breasts.
Maggie quickly thrust Diane's head back to a nipple. "Keep your mouth on my tit until I say to stop, understand?".
"umhum", Diane muttered while keeping her mouth at work.
Maggie then reached in the cushions and pulled out a collar. Putting it around Diane's neck.
Diane, attempted to pull back but Maggie quickly pulled her back to her bosom hissing " I told you not to stop until I say so, get it!".
For Diane the stirring in her loins and the pleasure from caressing Maggie kept her from pulling away again. Meanwhile Maggie closed and buckled the collar. Once this was done, Maggie roughly grabbed Diane by the collar and pulled her face to her lips. "your mine now", she spat, "you will obey, or you'll never touch the pets, understand?".
"Yes", gasped Diane.
Maggie then grabbed one of Diane's nipples and twisted it hard, saying "Yes what?".
"Yes Mistress", Diane gasped.
"Good, now get back to work". Diane then dutifully buried her face in Maggie's robe.
Maggie leaned back and closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. She leaned back for the moment content with one slut caressing her feet and another one licking and sucking her tits.
After a few minutes the faint sound of the doorbell came from the other room.
"mmmmm now the fun begins...", Maggie cooed.