Unexpected Consequences

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Unexpected Consequences - Chapter 4 By SubKaren92

The stage lights were very bright. That was the first thing I noticed after climbing the stairs. I was trying to focus on anything but what I was doing. Luna had placed the stool at the center of the stage, near the front, but not as close to the edge as the dancer plied their trade for tips. She stood next to the stool with her right arm outstretched with her index finger pointing at me. She then curled her finger and pointed at the stool. I knew what she wanted me to do. I was just uncertain whether I could do it. I wanted to run to the other side of the stage, jump down and run out to my car. But since Luna had driven, that really wasn't an option. Looking off the stage, I noticed lights were blinding and prevented me from seeing past sniffer's row, now curiously full. I knew there had to be a crowd at the tables, but I couldn't see them. Slowly I walked to Luna. The music was off so the assembled crowd could hear her talk.

"Hi everyone," she began. "I know you're here to see Carla and Naomi doing their body paint dance. They will be up here in a couple of minutes. But I have a special friend here for her first visit tonight and I wanted to do something special for her. Please welcome Charlie."

There was a surprisingly loud amount of applause. I suppose the guys would applaud anything on the stage. They probably expected me to strip as well.

"Charlie, please take a seat and remember to sit on your hands," Luna said.

Because the stool was bar height I had to hook my heels on the support rod of the stool and couldn't have them on the floor. That would have given me a better sense of stability. Instead I had to balance on it and I felt myself flexing my butt cheeks to control my lean. I was staring forward into the void beyond the lights. I couldn't look down at the guys on sniffer's row. That was too humiliating. My behavior was too opprobrious.

Luna leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Just enjoy this. Be a good girl and I'll help you knock off a couple rooms when we get home."

That was all she needed to say. I felt a wave of calming contentment wash over me. After a pause giving me that feeling of security, she added, "Oh and spread your knees." Reflexively I did. My feeling of security was gone as I felt the fabric pull tightly against my sex. I was sure everyone could see the small bump of the Lush antenna. I saw Luna signal the DJ and the music started. So did the Lush. Oh fuck, I was in trouble.

I had no idea who filmmaker Adrian Lyne was or why Luna and or Kitty thought he deserved a tribute. But I recognized the song. "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker. As Luna began her dance and Kitty continued to tease me with the Lush, I tried to focus on what movie used this song. I was trying to avoid looking at Luna, but that proved impossible as she was gracefully moving all around me. She was actually performing what looked like a contemporary choreographed dance as opposed to the typical stripper moves. She was breathtaking and erotic.

At the same time, Kitty was not letting me forget the Lush. Only now instead of brief hits of 100% and mostly teasing periods of 10-25%, her range was focused more on 50% to full speed. The full speed hits were longer in duration too. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know she was trying to time my orgasm to the end of the song. A climatic climax to the end of Luna's performance, if you will.

Speaking of Luna, she was now in front of me. She had her hand on the edge of the stool next to where I was sitting on mine. She was bent at the waist having lifted the tails of her jacket so the crowd could see her ass as she swayed it back and forth. Her head was between my thighs, although it wasn't touching me. Still I knew she was taking deep breaths of my scent. I was too far gone to really notice if my perfume was filling the air, but I'm sure up close and personal, Luna could tell I wasn't going to last much longer.

I couldn't remember how long this song was, but Luna's dance moves seemed to be building toward a finish. Similarly Kitty was building me to a finish as even the 50% speed of the Lush disappeared and it was cycling more between 75% and 100%. I was panting, struggling not to moan, and my head was dipping up and down and side to side. I was sure my juices were forming a wet spot on my pants, but I dared not look down to confirm that. A fresh wave of humiliation arousal swept over me. The next time Luna moved from behind me to circle in front of me, I saw she had dropped the jacket and was just wearing her g-string and heels. I'm sure the crowd loved that. Oh, she still had on the fedora too. It was an amazing look for her.

She bent over in front of me, showing me her ass this time instead of the audience. The Lush was basically pegged at 100% as I leaned forward to literally kiss her ass, but she moved out of the way before I reached her. My orgasm train was arriving at the station and there was no stopping it. Luna moved behind me and I felt her put the fedora on my head. Although using camera phones was strictly forbidden, through the glare of the lights I saw Julie just behind the sniffers holding hers. As the song ended, I felt Luna reach around me and start rubbing my nipples. Simultaneously I felt the strong urge to pee like I had when I was tied to her bed. I didn't have time to be concerned as I thrust my hips forward as my orgasm began to consume me. At the same time, the bright lights turned off. Thank God for small favors. The crowd would have seen me start to cum, but the few safety lights that remained on wouldn't give them a good view of me convulsing on the stool while Luna continued to stimulate my nipples.

Perhaps I should have suspected that everything to that point had a purpose. As the bright lights turned off, a series of black lights turned on. Did you ever go to a party where they had a black light and your white clothes became fluorescent? Part of that is the brightening agent in laundry detergent. So my pants were now shining brightly for all to see. My pants which were now drenched in my squirt with a quantity I felt like exceeded the firehose I released on Luna's bed. I was still recovering when Luna lifted me into a standing position. I couldn't focus on anything but the fluid dripping down my thighs. Julie continued to take pictures. Or maybe she was shooting a video. I was too far gone mentally and emotionally to care.

Luna helped me off the stage to thunderous applause and into Kitty's waiting arms. I then saw her go back on stage as Kitty helped me back to our booth. I slumped back against the faux leather. Luna returned about a minute later, dropping a wad of bills on the table. My tips for a job well done. The next song was already blaring out of the speakers and Carla and Naomi had begun their body paint dance. It finally made sense to me because the paint fluoresced much like my pants had. I tried to focus on them, but I still had not recovered fully so their movements were just a blur. Or maybe it was a blur because I couldn't see them, only the reflection of the paint. Their disjoined arms and legs formed a seductive pattern as they interacted with each other. Julie appeared with a drink for me. She then held up her phone showing a picture of Luna helping me stand after my climax.

I looked like I was drunk, but instead of alcohol I was drunk on orgasm. As I expected, my pants, shining brightly under the blacklight, looked like I had pissed myself. There was a huge wet spot surrounded by the fluorescent white of my pants. What I had not realized was that inside of the light blue shirt Luna had given me the word SLUT had been written in some kind of brightening agent on the inside of the shirt. The letters were written in all capitals positioned vertically with a thick arrow pointing toward my pussy. It wasn't visible until hit with the black light, but on stage was clear as day. I was glad only Julie captured that for posterity. I'm sure she had a video of my orgasm as well, but she had to get back to work so viewing that would have to wait.

As I finished my drink and finally calmed down, Luna told me to thank Kitty for my orgasm. I watched as she held her wrist up and tapped her iWatch. The Lush roared back to life, full speed again eliciting a throaty moan from me. Another tap and it slowed down to a dull roar.

"Thank you, Kitty," I managed to say with a shaky voice.

"You're very welcome, Charlie," she replied. She sounded sexier than before. Maybe that was just my orgasm fog altering her voice. Luna was next to speak.

"That's not good enough, Pet," she said. "Get under the table and thank her properly."

I got the sense my night here was not done as I stood up and then crawled under the table. I'm sure anybody passing the booth would see my feet and if they bothered to look, my ass. Kitty continued to tease me with the Lush as I ate her out. I prayed she would be happy with my service and make me cum again. She let me get close, but didn't let me cum. She seemed to be able to sense my condition as well as Luna does. Eventually I was able to make Kitty cum. I was thankful of that.

We watched a couple additional dancers on the stage before Luna said she had to prep for her last round of the night. She brought me backstage again and I assumed she would want me to service her again, but she said she was already mentally prepared to "destroy those desperate men out there" and so my tongue was not necessary, although she hinted that when we got home she may need my skills.

"I don't want to go back out there," I told her. "Those guys know I wet myself."

"You came like a fountain," Luna corrected me. Then she added, "Yeah, I'm sure they would be hitting on my good girl. I'll tell you what. Go take off your clothes and go back into the fluffing room. I'll find something else for you to wear home. This late you probably won't have any requests to prep someone to perform, but you might be asked to get someone off after they finish. Don't worry. All the girls cum pretty easily after hours."

My choice was to humiliate myself again by hanging out in the bar or to be a service slut to anyone who wanted to avail themself to my talents. At this point, the choice was easy. Had I been in the bar, Luna would have probably had them turn the black lights on again. I peeled off my pants thankful to be rid of their cum saturated fabric. "Should I take out the Lush?" I asked her. She replied, "Your call. I assume Kitty is done playing with you, but we could share the link anonymously online and let a stranger play with you."

I hesitated since part of me thought that sounded exciting and part of me was horrified at the suggestion. Eventually my reply was the only answer I should give. "Whatever you decide, Luna." That made her smile. I took off my shirt. Luna took my phone from my pant's back pocket and locked my clothes in her locker. She then furiously typed some things and handed me back the phone. We left the dressing room. She turned toward the hallway to the stage, and I returned to the fluffer room. Thankfully I was alone. I sat down to collect my thoughts about the night. A few minutes later, the Lush turned on. The pattern made me think it definitely wasn't Kitty. I thought that it was interesting that different people would have different signature ways to control a vibrator. I didn't know if it was someone in the bar or someone halfway around the world buzzing my rapidly responding pussy. Whomever it was didn't seem concerned with teasing me. I leaned back and shut my eyes enjoying the sensations. Five minutes or so later I was about to cum again when the toy turned off.

There was no way whoever had been building up my body could have known I was about to cum. The toy was silent for about 30 seconds and then started again. The pattern was different again. It had to be a different person. I didn't understand the mechanics of it, but I started playing with my nipples to try and reach another orgasm before the toy turned off again. Unfortunately this controller seemed more interested in teasing me than making me cum. Then right about the 5 minute mark, the vibrations ceased again. Fuck. This must be on a timer. They must have published the control link to a website and different people were taking advantage of it.

Person three was yet another distinct pattern ranging speeds from zero to full speed, although that for only one or two seconds. He, I assume it was a guy but maybe not, over his allotted time slowly brought the average speed up. He was getting me very close and I could feel another squirt building up. He had to let me cum. I'd go insane if the timer ran out and the vibe stopped. I grabbed my phone to look for an app controlling the Lush. There had to be one. That must be why Luna gave me my phone back. I recognized an app I didn't recognize and clicked on it. It showed the clock counting down. I only had 40 seconds left with him. I saw that I could chat and typed, "PLEASE LET MY CUM!!!" I didn't know if shouting was the proper protocol when chatting with someone controlling your vibrator anonymously, but I needed to climax. I don't know if my message was read, but the timer ran out without it being turned up to top speed again. When it turned off, I swore.

Again I didn't have to wait long for another person to take control. He was similar to the first person, but not exactly the same so I think it was a different person. I didn't care by that point. Again I sent a message, "I'm getting desperate. Please just turn it all the way up and let me cum."

To my surprise, it turned up to about 50% and stayed there. I was so primed I felt that was probably enough if it stayed there. Then I heard the app chime that I had received a message. It said, "Click the microphone so I can hear you cum and I'll turn up the speed." I am ashamed to admit I didn't even bother thinking about it. I found that button and I begged the controller to get me off. Instantly the Lush pegged at full power. I moaned. Instinctively I held my phone near my mouth while I rode the wave of my orgasm building. I admit I was pretty vocal. I also began pinching my left nipple with my free hand. I pinched myself pretty hard. I think I was trying to add some pain to the mix to defer my orgasm for as long as possible. My moans turned to little yipes as my breath became ragged and eventually praised God.

I was right on the edge of cumming, just waiting for my mind to trigger some nasty thought. I'd already gone through Luna fucking me on stage with a strap-on, Kitty forcing me to dance and keeping the money and being bound in the fluffer room pleasuring everyone who asked all night. But it was when I heard a sultry voice come from the app, a clearly sexy woman no matter what she looked like, say, "Good girl. Cum for me," that my brain and body concurred and I climaxed. I climaxed hard. And yes, for the record I squirted again drenching the cushion of the bench across from me and probably splattering a bit on the wall. She left the vibe on full speed through my orgasm and as I tried to calm down. I think she thought I might cum again, much like I did the first time Luna fucked me. But I was spent. It had been an emotional night besides being climactic. I shut down the app and the vibe stopped. Then I lay down on the bench and fell asleep.

Sometime later I felt a hand on my shoulder and woke up to Julie the waitress looking down on me. "Last call," she said. Then she added, "Are you up for getting me off for serving you drinks tonight?"

Honestly I just wanted to sleep, but Luna's orders still stood so I weakly replied, "Yes."

Julie quickly disrobed and I got on my knees. It was less sticky since I washed the space in front of me. I warned her to sit where I had been and she took my advice. Luna was right that at the end of the night the orgasms would be easy to provide. I knew Julie had been harassed by the men all night, but she also got to see my performance with Luna. Since she had been taking pictures I assumed she was into women. Her tangy pussy told the same story and within minutes I was rewarded with her flow. She quickly got up and started to dress. She also said I "should stay on my knees." I wasn't surprised to see Carol walk in as Julie walked out. After all, I did have to compensate her for her sterling bartending.

She was a bit more aggressive than Julie, holding my head tightly as I was between her legs. Perhaps Luna had shared how much I like that. Or perhaps that was just her thing. She took a bit longer than Julie to cum, but not much. She also thanked me, got dressed and walked out. I expected Kitty would be next or another one of the dancers, but it was Luna's radiant face I saw next. She held out her hand and helped me up.

"I made a mess," I confessed.

"I can see that," she chuckled. "But did you enjoy it?"

"It was amazing," I replied. "Were the people controlling the Lush really anonymous and on the Internet?"

"Yes they were," she told me.

"They were all so different," I added. "Can you tie me down some time and share the link?"

"If you're a good girl I think that can be arranged," she said as if she wasn't surprised I would ask that. "But now we have a bit of a traditional induction ceremony for you. Since you were on-stage you're officially one of Kitty's kitties now."

"What do I have to do?" I asked and indicated that I was pretty wiped out.

"Nothing much. You can just lay down and relax," Luna said, although I didn't really believe her. "Come on. One last thing and then I'll take you home."

"And fuck me in three different rooms," I reminded her.

"Maybe four if you don't pass out," she replied confidently.

Luna took my hand and led me back to the stage. Holding hands reminded me of walking with a lover instead of my dominant. I hoped when Julie said it was last call that meant the bar was now closed and the patrons had left. I was led naked out to a dimly lit bar. The stage lights were off, but there was enough light to clearly see all the dancers plus Carol and Julie were sitting in front of the stage. Kitty was standing on the stage. She was still wearing her business attire except for a menacing looking strap-on over her pelvis.

"If you're willing, Charlotte," she began, "I have a tradition of fucking all the new girls. You see, I only hire dancers that are lesbians or at least bi. You're not an employee, but from the stories Luna has told us, we think of you as family. Plus we know you're a total slut and honestly, we're all voyeurs besides being exhibitionists. So if you would join me on stage, we will initiate you into our sapphic sisterhood."

I looked at Luna. She smiled and nodded. "What the hell?" I thought. "I'd done everything else tonight."

The girls all cheered as I ascended the stairs. "What's your favorite position?" Kitty asked.

"When I'm acting as a sub, I like doggie," I replied truthfully. "But if I have my choice now, I want to ride you so I'm in control."

"You've been a good little subby all night, but if it is ok with Luna, I'm fine with you riding me," was Kitty's response. "But you have to face forward so everybody can watch your beautiful face and wonderful titties."

Luna chimed in, "Mount up cowgirl."

I watched as Kitty lay down on the stage, her strap-on proudly sticking straight up. I didn't need to lubricate it. I was still soaked. I climbed on top of her and impaled myself on her femcock. Julie stood back up with her phone. I was confident she was making a video this time. From the side of the stage I saw another hat come flying toward me. I surprised myself by catching it. It was a cowboy hat. I suppose with all the costumes the dancers wear, having a cowboy hat at the ready isn't a stretch. I put it on.

It was a weird situation. With the stage lights off I could see my audience, sexy women all, but most now dressed in casual clothes to hide their professions to the outside world. Some, like Julie and Faith were very into watching me fuck myself. Faith was openly masturbating, having pulled her dress up. Luna just looked proud. She wasn't playing with herself. She knew I would take care of her later. But for some reason, I wasn't getting the enjoyment I should have riding Kitty. It wasn't the audience. I was over being embarrassed by my sexual needs. I think part of it was Kitty keeping her clothes on. Part of me wanted to see her tits jiggle as I bounced up and down on her. Maybe I was just tired. That didn't bode well for Luna promising to knock three rooms off my list tonight. Whatever the reason, I just wasn't feeling it. But I knew I couldn't quit until I came again. Luna and Kitty wouldn't allow that. But I had a plan.

After a few minutes of fucking myself facing forward, I dismounted and spun around into a reverse cowgirl. Then I spread my legs into more of a splits position and leaned forward. I knew this leg position would give the girls a better view of the dildo as I began to twerk on it. It did feel better too and I got a rush acting like a bigger slut for their witnessing pleasure. While it was better, I still didn't feel like I could cum again anytime soon. But with my face now hidden from the crowd, I could fake it.

You should know I've never been a faker with my partners. If I didn't cum, I didn't want to give them the false sense of security that they were more skilled than they were. So I wasn't 100% sure exactly what to do. But I've watched enough adult movies to have an idea. I hope my moans and screeches were believable. I did receive some encouragement and applause from the crowd and when I sensed a normal woman would be climaxing, I lifted myself up to a vertical position burying Kitty's cock deep inside me. I also grabbed my nipples. That was to try to convince Luna as only she would understand how that could help me cum. And I screamed. I screamed loudly. I didn't bother trying to clamp down with my Kegel muscles as Kitty wouldn't feel that anyway. I did stop bouncing and shook my hips side to side to simulate my usual convulsions during orgasm. I figured these details would be lost on the women who didn't really know me, but maybe it would help convince Luna.

The crowd applauded and as the noise died down, we all heard Faith follow me, only I'm pretty sure she wasn't faking. It felt good to trigger her with my acting. I made a mental note to talk to Luna about setting up a playdate with Faith.

Everybody started leaving except Kitty and Luna. After I got up, Kitty stood up and took off her strap-on. She then gave me a hug. Maybe I could have a playdate with her as well when I wasn't so worn out. I would be happy to have her show me how she usually uses her weapon. But for tonight, she just said, "Welcome to our club. Come back anytime."

I told her I thought her club was amazing. Luna then appeared holding an Itchy Kitty logo T-shirt. It was huge and fit me more like a nightshirt coming down to my mid-thigh. "Let's go, Pet," she said. "We still have some chores around the house to finish." It was then I realized she meant for me to only wear the T-shirt home. At least it covered my pussy and ass.

Luna let me relax on the way home. Knowing her I was kind of surprised she didn't have me pull the shirt up and expose my pussy. I was also surprised she didn't have me masturbate to keep me wet. I suppose she knew I'd be wet as soon as she touched me anyway. Once we got home, Luna stripped down in the kitchen and sat down. It didn't take much effort for me to drop to my knees and crawl between her legs. She did have me pull up my shirt and expose the top of my ass to her gaze but she made no effort to touch me. She just sat back and let me service her and it didn't take her long to cum. Either she was extra horny from our various scenes at work or I was getting better at cunnilingus. I suppose it might have been a bit of both. After her climax, she told me to go upstairs and shower. I didn't need to do my make-up, but I was to put on a garter belt, stockings and keep my heels on that I wore to the Itchy Kitty.

"What room do you want to knock off your list?" she asked.

I thought for a moment and then said, "The basement. The bar or the poker table. I can fantasize that I am the star attraction at a party kind of like tonight."

"I like the way you think. That could be arranged, you know," Luna replied.

I felt a shudder go through my body. "Oh, my," I exclaimed. "I better get to the shower."

I moved as fast as my heels would allow on the soft carpet of the stairs. Getting naked was easy as I only had on the shirt. The warm water of the shower felt good rinsing off the dirty feelings I had about my behavior at the club, although my fingers found their way to my pussy and began rubbing it thinking about the dirty behavior I was just about to experience in the basement. I had to force myself to stop touching myself and quickly toweled off and then put on the stockings as Luna requested.

Looking in my mirror, my reflection was a dichotomy. From the waist down, the garters, stockings and heels looked sexy. The fact that I was doing this for a lover was even more erotic. But from the waste up, more specifically my face and hair, I looked like a bit of a mess. Without make-up, I didn't look my best and my hair was wet and matted down. If I didn't dry it properly, it would soon be a stringy mess. But this was what Luna wanted so this is what Luna would get. I hurried down to the basement, but she was not there yet. I sat down to wait and tried to still my pounding heart.

A few minutes later I heard heels on the hardwood floor above me. My heart started throbbing again. I first saw her leather bitch boots coming down the stairs, quickly realizing they were thigh highs. Next I saw her strap-on, already secured over her hips, then her black leather corset and a riding crop in her hands. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. My mouth watered. She walked over to me and offered her hand to help me stand up. We were face to face, although I felt small and inferior to her. She had a stern look on her face compared to when we parted before my shower.

"Do you know why you're going to be punished?" she asked.

I didn't know so I gave her my default answer whenever she asks a question like that. "Because you want to punish me?"

Luna chuckled at that. "Well yes, but there is a reason."

I thought about it as Luna moved over to the bar and moved a couple of stools out of the way.

"Because I faked my orgasm with Kitty?" I finally replied.

"Correct," Luna said. "They believed you, especially Faith, but don't do it again."

"Yes, Luna," I said. "I won't."

"Yes, Mistress," she retorted forcefully.

That simple statement clicked something in my brain. I lowered my head, unable to make eye contact with her. "Yes, Mistress," I repeated.

"Come over here, bend over the bar and spread your legs," she ordered. I complied.

I didn't wiggle my ass to taunt her. I figured that was a bad idea. Her first strike was like fire on my right butt cheek, quickly followed by one of equal force on my left. I howled in pain. Luna was methodical in her style of cropping me on my butt and thighs. Not all the strikes were as hard as the first two, but a couple were. You wouldn't be surprised that my pussy was getting very wet as the pain from the crisp strikes went straight to my core. Luna could tell I was getting aroused (her expectation) and told me if I wanted to finger myself I could. Of course she also warned me not to cum. I chose not to rub my pussy because I wasn't sure if I could keep myself from climaxing. Even if I could hold back, I didn't want to be so close that I came as soon as Luna began to fuck me.

All told, the punishment on my ass wasn't that bad. Luna then told me to turn over and hold my hands above my head. The snaps of the crop on the top of my breasts stung, but went straight to my clit and I moaned. Luna then teased my nipples by rubbing the leather end of the crop over them. She was basically taunting me with it, making me wonder if she was going to hit me harder. Instead she took the crop and rubbed it over my clit. I mewed.

"I think that's enough punishment," Luna said. "You enjoy it too much anyway. Lay on your back on the poker table with your legs over the side."

That was a command I was very happy to follow. Once I was in position, Luna lifted my ankles onto her shoulders and wrapped her arms around my thighs to hold me. Her dildo slid easily into me without her having to aim. It felt heavenly.

Unlike when I rode Kitty earlier, I had no doubt that Luna would make me cum. She started slowly with long deep strokes. Looking up at her wearing her corset was almost as exciting as her dildo penetrating my happy hole. Almost. As she built up her cadence, she leaned forward pushing my legs back toward my chest. Apparently unhappy with the angle of her penetration, she paused, her dildo still buried where it belonged, and lifted me by my thighs pulling my butt off the edge of the table. She then leaned forward again and resumed fucking me. I must confess, that was a wonderful move on her part if her goal was to make me cum quickly.

With my pussy a couple of inches lower, my clit got far more stimulation as the front of her harness slammed into me on each stroke. "Wrap your ankles around my head," she bellowed and as I did, she released her hold on my thighs and grabbed my wrists. She held them tightly and pulled me forward just a bit more to maximize her penetrative pleasure. I shrieked in delight.

"Cum for me, slut," she commanded. "Cum for your Mistress like you couldn't do for Kitty. You know your orgasms belong to me."

Reflexively my hips began to thrust upward at her command to cum. I couldn't control them. I don't know if I got any more pleasure from that. It was as if my body was acting on its own and somehow it knew that was what I needed to crash into the orgasm void. Or maybe I was just hoping I would squirt again and I was trying to aim it up at Luna. No matter why, it was a lovely, quality orgasm that left me panting on the table when she pulled out of me. Luna then went to the bar and poured herself a drink and one for me too. Mine was orange juice we kept on hand for making screwdrivers. I may have been a bit tipsy at the Itchy Kitty from the gin and tonics, but that had long worn off and I was thirsty. I slowly lifted myself off the table, my body still buzzed and my legs weak. I kind of fell into the bar using the rail to catch myself.

"Good orgasm?" Luna said mockingly.

"Oh my God, yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Rest up a few minutes and we can cross off another room," she said lovingly.

Honestly I felt done for the night. I'd been used for hours and loved every second. Well maybe not every second as I still wasn't sure how I felt about performing on stage when I soaked my pants, but everything else was amazing. We talked for a few minutes. Just small talk. Not sex talk or what she expected from me tomorrow. Eventually she told me to go up to the laundry room. She told me she would wash the glasses and be right up. I replied, "Yes, Mistress," and headed toward the stairs.

I figured Luna would bend me over the washer and fuck me again. I was good with that, although I was good with just going to sleep too. I wasn't concerned with crossing too many rooms off tonight. But there was a reason she chose the laundry room. She obviously had prepared for it before going downstairs. On top of the wash machine was my collar and leash. No problem. I loved the collar and I thought the leash was pretty kinky. Maybe she was going to have me crawl while she led me around the house deciding which room was next for me to defile. But then I noticed a butt plug on the dryer. She had warned me that she was going to train my ass so she could fuck it. I hoped she had been kidding, but I guess, tonight was the night that was going to start. I felt my butt cheeks clench as I thought about it. It wasn't a huge plug compared to what I saw at the store and have seen in movies. But to my virgin butt, it looked huge. I heard Luna behind me and spun around. I'm sure she recognized the fear on my face. Maybe not fear, but worry and dread. As always she knew just what to say.

"Don't worry, Pet. I'm here to guide you. And I know a whore like you was born to take it up the ass."

It's weird how being called an anal whore was reassuring when it came from Luna's mouth. She then told me to put on my collar and to clip on the leash. I then handed it to her. That was a simple display of my submission to her and much like the sting of the riding crop, it went straight to my pussy. The fact that her strap-on was still glistening with my juices might have had something to do with it too. I watched as she wrapped the leash around her left hand pulling it tight. She then released enough slack that I could drop to my knees. I wondered if I was going to have to make her cum again. But she told me to turn around and put my head down with my ass in the air. It was time for her to take my anal cherry with the plug. Does a plug count for losing your virginity or did I have to take her strap-on before I got that designation. It's weird what you think about the first time lube is spread over your browneye.

As I said, this starter plug was thankfully small and with the help of the lube, it easily slid inside of me. It did feel weird for my sphincter to snap around the narrow section locking it in place. But it was less uncomfortable than I expected. I knew that wouldn't be true as I expected Luna to use progressively bigger plugs to prepare me to be fucked that way, but at that moment, I was OK. She then tugged on the leash and bid me to follow her.

In preparation for this moment, I had done some research on anal sex. I read that the anus has more nerve endings than the pussy and that some women swear that they cum far better from anal penetration than vaginal. The sensation of crawling around the house with Luna holding my leash with the small plug in my ass was amazing. I wasn't ready for her to fuck me there yet, but I started to understand why it could be pleasurable. Her strap-on was far too wide for my butt at this point, but maybe if I practiced with some larger plugs I would feel comfortable letting her take me there.

We went through the entire house. If it was a room where she'd made me cum, I had to tell her what I remembered about the experience and what had triggered my climax. That was a little embarrassing. She even took me into the yard. I was afraid she would tell me to pee, but she didn't. We then went into the pool house for a quick tour of the shower and her bedroom. In the shower I confessed that I loved washing her and then making her cum. I also confess that I loved that she didn't make me cum and had just used me. She replied, "Ooh, aren't you sweet."

I was worried that confession would let her decide I should pleasure her again and then dismiss me to bed. I admit after the poker table I felt like I was done for the night, but crawling around with my ass plugged had changed my mind. When Luna led me back to the laundry room I figured I had a 50/50 chance that she was going to fuck me. Either that or she was going to have me pull out the plug and wash it. Even after she told me to stand and bend over the washer, I was unsure of what would happen next. Maybe she was hiding a bigger plug. When I felt her grab my hips and stand behind me, I knew this room would be the next to be crossed off the list.

Luna's strap-on slid into me as easily as it had half an hour earlier. This position was far better for her to quickly start pounding me and easier for me to rock back against her meeting her thrusts. The inclusion of the plug was a new phenomenon. Although it was small, it seemed to push against the lining of my pussy, tightening up my vagina. Granted at the pace Luna set, nothing was going to stop her dildo. After a few minutes, she once again gave me permission to finger my clit. This time I took advantage of that option. She responded by starting to spank me. Not terribly hard, but alternating right then left over and over again. My orgasm roared into the station like a runaway freight train. I didn't have time to ask for permission to cum. I just exploded. I'm sure that earned me a new punishment, but withstanding her onslaught without climaxing was simply not an option. I guessed it was because of the plug, but for whatever reason I found myself slumped to the floor leaning on the washing machine as my body quivered for about 45 seconds.

It was about 3am when I finally had the strength to stand back up, albeit with Luna's help. See seemed proud of herself for helping me cum so hard and didn't mention that I did not have permission. She then removed the plug and tossed it in the slop sink. She also took off the leash but kept my collar on. My legs were still weak so instead of helping me walk upstairs to my bedroom, she helped me slowly walk back outside and to the pool house. I was shocked when she didn't put me on the couch but led her to the bedroom, pulled by the cover and helped me into her bed. I was even more surprised when I saw her taking off her clothes, turning off the lights and climbing into bed with me. I fell asleep to her spooning me and holding me tightly. The last words I remember hearing her say was that tomorrow was going to be an amazing day. I was probably smiling. I know my pussy was still pulsating.

It was almost noon before I woke up. We had detangled ourselves during the night, but Luna was still in bed with me. She was already awake and was watching me sleep.

"Good morning sleepyhead. You missed your chance to check off two rooms this morning," she said.

I stretched my arms, dropping the blanket off my breasts in the process. "We'll just have to make up for that this afternoon," I told her.

"Let's start with a shower," Luna told me. "Then I have a new outfit for you while you make lunch and clean."

I knew my life when Rudy was away would now be in service to Luna and her needs. Our shower was much like the last time we showered together, although I didn't shave her. I did eat her to orgasm. That cleared the way for me to cum when Luna allowed it. After we dried off, we went back into the bedroom. Luna opened a box that contained another not safe for being seen in public maid's costume that she handed to me. It was a bit more elaborate than the first one and included a transparent mesh top and transparent skirt. Luna had good taste in trashy lingerie. I had to give her that.

I expected her to get me off after I made lunch and we ate. And she did. She didn't fuck me again, but she did allow me to borrow her wand and we checked off the guest bedroom as she watched me play with myself and denied me permission to cum until I was squirming and pledging my unending loyalty to her. When she said, "I meant it slut. Anything I tell you to do you will do," should have concerned me, but I needed to cum I just agreed without thinking much about it. Soon after she gave me permission to cum. As has become my habit, my body responded immediately with a noisy, messy release. The orgasms she gives me never get old. As soon as I recovered, I was already looking forward to the next one. But that had to wait a bit. I had cleaning to do.

About 3pm, Luna used my knee to rub out another orgasm. She didn't pretend to give me a lap dance. She just had me sit down and straddled me. She rubbed herself back and forth. I could feel her heat building up against my leg and surprisingly quickly, she came. I had to wonder if she had snuck off and edged herself at some point because she didn't need much effort to reach her zenith. Perhaps that was because of what she planned to do to me next.

Her purse was sitting on the table next to me and she opened it. I soon had the bottle of lube from last night in my hand. I guess it was time for anal training number two. I was good with that until I realized it wasn't the small plug from last night. This one was bigger, although still not as wide as her strap-on. But looking at it, I could tell it was going to hurt.

Luna had me kneel on the couch and bend over the back. The lube was cool, but the plug felt enormous. It also did not go in nearly as easily as the first one. Luna had to coach me and help me relax until I finally stretched enough to allow the metal invader safe passage into my rectum. But once I did, damn I felt full and damn it felt good. She gave me a little slap on the butt while saying "Congratulations. One more size up and you'll be able to take my cock."

"Um, thank you Mistress?" I replied.

I expected her to take me to another room and make me cum again, but she didn't right away. She told me she had to get ready for the gym and walked out toward her bedroom. That was disappointing. But at the same time, every step I took was an adventure in arousal. I bet she wasn't even going to the gym and was just teasing me. However when she returned about five minutes later, having changed into her typical gym clothes, I was obviously wrong. She was also holding a strange looking piece of plastic.

"Come on," she said, pointing to the stairs. I hurried behind her hoping she was going to give me relief before leaving to work out. There was one bedroom I had not cum in yet. That was my step-daughter Julie's room. She was thankfully still away at school. I laughed to myself thinking about Julie the waitress. I got along much better with her. Luna, walking in front of me, entered the bedroom and pulled the blanket and sheet off the bed. She had already fucked me in my marital bed way better than my husband could dream of doing so disgracing his daughter's bed seemed like a logical next step.

Just like earlier, she chose not to fuck me. She told me to grab the wand out of the guest bedroom where we had dropped it after I came with it earlier. I hurried to retrieve it. When I got back to Julie's room, I saw Luna had arranged the two pillows together sitting upright against each other. I handed her the wand. She put it between the pillows. "Rudy might get suspicious if a Sybian appeared so this will have to do," she said. I didn't know what a Sybian was, but I made a mental note to Google it. Luna then took the piece of plastic she was holding and pressed it onto the head of the wand. "Climb aboard," she said.

I looked at the new attachment. It had three pieces. There was a fat middle section. It was shaped kind of like the Lush. Instantly I recognized that was meant to be in my pussy and unless I missed my guess, would line up with my G-spot. Fuck. Luna wanted to make me squirt on Julie's pillows. She was a kinky bitch. The front piece was narrower but clearly meant to line up with my clit. That sounded nice, other than I'd probably cum very quickly. At least I wouldn't have time to work up to soaking the pillows I thought. That would be a positive in my book. The back piece was similar to the front. I was probably meant to go in my ass. It was narrower than the plug so I probably could have handled that. I almost asked to try it, but Luna seemed to prefer that it just rode against the end of the plug. I didn't understand why until she turned it on. With the plug inside of me pushing the thin membrane between my ass and vagina together, the center piece was pressed firmer against my G-spot. The plug also began dancing in my ass. That was pretty spectacular and I don't have to tell you what the buzzing on my clit was making me feel. I groaned immediately and warned Luna I wasn't going to last long.

"Did you think I would only let you have one orgasm?" she asked with a chortle.

Oh hell. My respite of cumming too quickly before my body would build to another squirt seemed dashed. I was right about one thing. My first orgasm hit in less than two minutes. Luna kept the wand on and I came again about three minutes later. God this accessory was amazing.

After my second orgasm, my juices were leaking over the wand and making the nastiest splattering sound. And by nastiest, I mean amazing. Luna warned me not to cum again so quickly. How the hell does she think I can stop that from happening? I closed my eyes and tried to think of non-sexy things. But my mind kept flashing back to being tied to Luna's bed and squirting. Then I thought back to the Itchy Kitty and squirting in front of a roomful of horny men. I even thought of the parade of sexy women I served in the fluffing room. Yeah closing my eyes wasn't going to keep me from cumming.

I heard Luna say, "Look at me."

I opened my eyes. She was standing right in front of me. She pointed at me and then pointed at her eyes. "Focus here, Charlie."

It wasn't lost on me that she didn't call me pet, slut, whore or any of the other derogatory terms she liked to use.

"Look at my eyes," she continued. "You're doing great. You don't need to cum yet. You're a strong woman. You can control yourself. You'll only cum when I give you permission."

Somehow looking into her eyes and hearing her praise me did help. I could feel my orgasm building, but my mind seemed to be telling my body not to release. The wand was absolutely amazing in what it was doing. I could have cum again at any time, but my desire to serve my Mistress and follow her orders help me control my lust. At least until I felt the now familiar sensation that I was going to pee. I knew what that meant and I knew that was Luna's goal. More for Luna's pleasure than an actual plea I expected her to honor, I begged her not to make me squirt on Julie's pillows.

"Mistress, I am going to explode. Please don't force me to squirt on Julie's bed."

I'm sure Luna knew we could wash the bedding. But I had to try one last time. I don't know if turning off the wand at that moment would have helped much. I probably would have just rubbed my clit and done it anyway. Luna just stood there knowing that in just a few seconds I would change my mind and beg her for permission to cum. This time my pleading was for the opposite result.

"Please Mistress. May I cum? May I spray my step-daughter's bed?"

"You may you dirty whore," Luna said.

She was back to using derogatory terms. I suppose since I got tips for squirting on the stage last night, technically I was a whore now. A dirty whore about to cum all over my step-daughter's bed. I confess. That thought now turned me on and I let loose a torrent of juice as I climaxed. The fast vibrating head of the wand sprayed my cum all over the pillows, onto the mattress cover and I'm sure the carpet. I didn't want to think about what a UV light would show. Julie had to never know what I just did. Thankfully Luna wasn't holding her phone recording me. Just as thankfully, Luna steadied me as I almost fell off the bed. She helped me down off the bed and I fell to the floor. She then turned off the wand. Every time I think she can't find a new way to give me a more explosive orgasm, she seems to top the one before. I could only imagine what tonight would bring after she got back from the gym.

"Damn, you hosed this place, girl," Luna exclaimed. I was too out of it to respond. Eventually Luna guided me downstairs. She was carrying the wand and asked which room we should use it in next. I couldn't think straight yet.

"Give it some thought while I go to the gym," she told me. "I want you to concentrate on cleaning the main floor. The usual rules apply. Edge yourself when you feel up to it and make sure you're wet and ready for me when I return. Leave the plug in unless you have to poo. If you take it out, put it back in when you're done."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

Luna then said she would store the wand in the laundry room. That seemed as good a place as any. After she walked out of the front door I sat down for probably 15 minutes to catch my breath. Then I got up and started cleaning. Having the plug in my ass meant I didn't have to touch my pussy to remain aroused. I did drink several glasses of water to rehydrate myself. That resulted in my having to pee, but thankfully I didn't feel the need to poo. I was productive in my cleaning duties and I still felt sexy in my costume. This was turning into Rudy's best trip ever. At least it was until about an hour later.

I was anticipating Luna's return and I had figured out which room to knock off the list. Although she had said we would save it for last, I wanted to greet her in the foyer with the hope that she would be overwhelmed with desire and ravage me. I got a bucket of water and a large scrub brush. Celina was so thorough she always washed the kitchen floor by hand. I wasn't that inspired, but I did place the bucket and the brush in the foyer. When I heard the chirp of the motion detector, I ran to the foyer. I quickly dropped to my hands and knees with my ass facing the door, dipped the brush in the water and started scrubbing. Mistress would be so proud of me she would probably flip up the frilly transparent skirt covering my ass and finger me to orgasm right there. At least that was what my brain was telling me.

So there I was on my hands and knees, my ass plugged and dreaming about my Mistress after I heard the motion detector chirp. Then, perhaps in a moment of weakness or perhaps because it's who I really am, I lowered my head to the floor, lifting my ass and aiming toward the front door. I then reached between my legs and used my first and third fingers to spread my dripping labia while my middle finger found my clit. God that felt good. I heard a key open the lock and dipped my middle finger into my pussy. But I didn't hear Luna say, "Good job, Pet" or even something derogatory toward me. I heard the thud of a suitcase. It was definitely not a gym bag. Did Rudy grab an earlier flight without telling me? I began to formulate an excuse and was just about to give it when I heard Julie (Rudy's daughter not the stripper) say, "What the fuck?!?"

I was busted. I probably would have cried if my body didn't take that moment to moan and my pussy didn't clench down on my finger.