Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 10:10:10 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Slave Teacher Jenni 2 (Bisexual/Authoritarian)

Slave Teacher Jenni Ð Chapter 02

Written By
Tappy McWidestance


My hands were trembling as I picked up the oversized envelope from my
school mailbox. I had not ordered anything online recently and was not
expecting any correspondence, which would necessitate using
FedEx. Immediately I assumed the worst. Somehow this must relate to the
party. I felt the package. It felt like it had a CD jewel case in it. Now I
was definitely nervous. I had not noticed anyone with a camera during the
party. Then it hit me. Brittney had blindfolded me during my bondage romp
at the end. I looked at the return address. I didn't recognize it. Looking
around the school office trying not to look guilty, I pulled out my cell
phone and did a quick Google search on the address. It came up blank. It
was a fake. Now I was really scared.


I hurried back to my office where I tore the envelope open. It wasn't a CD
but a DVD. My heart sank when I realized I must have been videotaped at the
party, which was why I had been blindfolded. Suddenly, the rush I had felt
from being sightless turned into anger at being betrayed by Brittney. I
didn't dare put the DVD into my school computer. I knew they had tracking
software and while I didn't think it could tell what was on a disk I
played, I wasn't about to risk it. This could ruin my career if what I did
ever got back to the administration.


Luckily my classes were done for the day so I headed out to my car. I threw
the disk onto the passenger seat and sped out of the parking lot. As I
drove home I kept looking at the seat. The DVD appeared to be mocking me
and my moment of weakness at the party. I decided to call Brittney and give
her a piece of my mind. She didn't pick up the call and I got her
voicemail. Then I remembered she had swim practice in the
afternoon. Instead of going home I drove to the pool to confront her.


I probably should have gone home and watched the DVD before confronting her
in front of her friends. At least she didn't seem too upset with me. In
fact, she almost laughed at me telling me not to worry; that I looked
awesome in the video. Then she put her arm around me and gave me a hug.


"Come over to the apartment and watch it. Then you can pass judgment on
me."


That seemed reasonable to me now that I had calmed down a bit. Besides, it
would be easier to hide her body if I got really pissed off.


I followed her to her apartment. Brittney sat me down on the couch in front
of her big ass TV and told me to get started. She said she had to hang up
her swimsuit and that she would be right back. I put the DVD into the
player and sat back down on the couch. Quickly my image, almost larger than
life, appeared on the screen. As I expected, the video started after I had
been bound to the bed and blindfolded.

I was mortified that this video existed. The way the frame was cropped you
could see my entire body, including my ass way up in the air waiting to get
spanked or fucked, filling the TV screen, but nothing above or below me. I
didn't understand until I saw Brittney take up a position behind me. This
was when she gave me my spanking. I could only see her from just below the
shoulders down. I could see her arms rise up, but mostly the video just
showed her hand crashing down on my ass and my reaction to it. I realized
the way the camera was setup on the tripod, Brittney, and any anyone else
on the tape, would not be identifiable. Only I would be identifiable. Son
of a bitch.


Brittney had not come back yet, so I watched the beginning of my spanking
by myself. I have to admit I did look good on the screen. At least she used
a good camera. Then I remembered Peter was in the adult film business and
it all made sense. Of course that scared me too thinking that he might
release this as a secret sex tape. I'd never get a teaching job anywhere if
they did that.


Brittney reappeared wearing a baby-doll nighty and carrying a shoebox. She
put the box on a table in front of the couch, popped off the top and then
plopped down next to me on the couch. She looked so innocent in her
lingerie, but I knew better. Leaning forward, so I could see into the box,
gave me a view of a collection of vibrators and dildos.


"Master Peter didn't want me to watch the video without your permission,"
she told me. "I'm glad you wanted to watch with me."


I still wanted to yell at her, but it struck me that she really didn't have
an ulterior motive in filming me. Her Master probably ordered her to do
it. I turned my attention back to the screen. Brittney kept up a running
commentary.


"I loved spanking your ass. Did you know that?" she asked. "You've got a
great butt for spanking," she continued. I didn't know how to respond.

On the screen when Brittney began to finger me, she told me how nice my
pussy felt around her fingers. I could hear the lust in her voice, which
told me she was probably getting wet just reliving the experience. Truth be
told, so was I.


"Feel free to grab a toy if you want," she told me as she leaned forward
and picked up a vibrator for herself. Now I had two things to watch. Myself
on the screen as a faceless man appeared in front of me and fed me his cock
and Brittney lounging on the couch next to me, casually holding the
vibrator on her pussy. It was hard to be mad at her as my own arousal was
building. As the man in the video moved behind me and slid his cock into my
pussy, my vaginal muscles clenched in sympathy as memories of that night
reminded me how good he felt inside of me. I wanted to take one of
Brittney's dildos and ram it into my snatch. Even more I wanted to bend
myself over the couch and do myself from behind. The man had given me one
of the best fucks of my life and I wanted to recreate that feeling.  But I
couldn't. Not in front of her. That was probably stupid since she had been
involved in the night we were watching on the TV, but I still had not let
go of my reluctance to act out my sexuality at any time. I wanted to throw
caution to the wind and join her, but doing so already got me recorded and
could ruin my career. How could I be sure she wasn't planning something
else for me?


Brittney continued her commentary, saying what a good slut I was for taking
that big cock and milking it. She was slowly sliding the vibrator in and
out of her own pussy as if she were demonstrating my technique. Of course
when the wet pussy was pressed against my mouth and I began servicing it
Brittney was adamant that any time I wanted more pussy I could just call
her. She also had a juicy orgasm sitting next to me. That fact made it even
harder to resist playing with her (or with myself) but I remained
strong. In the video when I was fucked up the ass I could tell my new
partner was much younger, but still there were no distinguishing
characteristics to identify him. Except for his big cock, I suppose,
although there wasn't a close-up of it on the video, just a wide angle shot
of it disappearing into my ass and then being pulled out over and over
again. Brittney, now calmed after her orgasm, continued to comment saying
she had fucked him too and that he was very "skilled."


I pressed her for the identity of the man and she refused. She said "When
the time is right, they will reveal themselves." Her use of the plural
meant she knew the other man and the woman too. This wasn't a surprise, but
I was taken aback that all three might want a return engagement. Brittney
reached over and began massaging my breasts.


"Come on Jenni," she cooed. "Are you sure you don't want a toy? Renee has a
nice strap-on I could borrow. I could bend you over the couch and take you
like in the video."


Her offer was so tempting. She looked so sexy sitting next to me. I really
did want to get fucked, but I wanted it on my terms. I made a lame excuse
about having to prepare for parent/teacher conferences (they were next week
but she didn't know that) and said I had to go. She gave me a pouty face. I
almost changed my mind. But I held strong, took my DVD and left.


Once I got home, I immediately stripped and retrieved my own dildo and
vibe. Away from Brittney, I had no illusion that I wouldn't be recreating
the evening from the comfort of my own living room. Watching the DVD from
the start again, I first spanked myself as I watched Brittney spank
me. Then I sucked off my dildo before pushing it into my own pussy. My
first orgasm of the night happened while I drilled myself in time to the
guy on the screen fucking me. I was sitting on the couch with my legs
spread wide pistoning the dildo in and out of myself while I rubbed my
clit. I had a nice juicy orgasm which served me well. While my on screen
double ate the woman's pussy, I was able to use my fingers to scoop out
plenty of my own juices, effectively licking myself. True it wasn't the
same, but it was the best I could do. When the second man appeared, I moved
behind the couch and bent myself over the back.


My dildo was a poor substitute for his cock. But it also brought me to the
realization that it wasn't just because it was plastic, but because without
the restraints and the ability to stop whenever I wanted, the experience
just wasn't as exciting. Sure I came again, fucking my own ass while
watching my bound form get pummeled, but it just wasn't as good.


The final part of the video I had not watched with Brittney. It was the
section where she sat me up on the bed and I masturbated myself. It was
surreal to watch because I had been unknowingly staring right into the
camera and confessing my darkest desires. In truth I didn't remember much
of what I said that night. I was so far gone that I wasn't really
coherent. As I watch myself on the DVD, I realized I had been confessing
what was deep in my soul, but that I had never admitted to myself or to
anyone else.  It was clear to me that when I confessed to Brittney that I
needed to submit to someone and how that admission triggered an amazing
climax that I had turned a corner. I was still pissed at Brittney for
filming me without permission, but I had to admit to myself that there was
no going back from the experience itself.


After the DVD finished I called Brittney and told her I wanted to be tied
up again. She told me she would talk to her master and Mistress and see if
they would play with me. I told her I was fine if she wanted to tie me up
again. (This was a big step for me because even though eating pussy at the
party wasn't the worst thing ever, I didn't particularly want to make a
habit of it.) She told me that if she got permission that would be fine,
but it was up to her master and mistress to decide what she could do. This
kind of pissed me off again, but I understood.


After we ended the call I tried to do some work on the student evaluation
forms I needed for the conferences, but the DVD was calling me and in the
end I couldn't resist watching it again. I probably don't have to tell you
that I repeated my entire performance from earlier, cumming three times. It
was almost scary how excited I became watching myself and then wondering
what Peter and Dasha would do if I had the courage to submit to them. I'd
already seen how they treated Brittney and her mom. Peter had told everyone
he promised his mother/daughter team they wouldn't have to have sex with
each other to please him. But he wouldn't have that same restriction with
Brittney and I. Of course he would want to see two young, hot girls getting
it on. I started to have second thoughts again. But that night my dreams
were filled with visions of Brittney and I serving together and even being
tied in a 69. I guess the heart wants what the heart wants.


I was on pins and needles waiting for Brittney to call me back. I didn't
want to call her and appear desperate, but as each hour clicked past
without a call from her, that is exactly what I became. I watched my DVD
every day and dreamed of submission every night. I even started
masturbating in my office during my lunch hour. I couldn't help it. I would
look at all the hunky guys in my class and even a few of the hot girls and
my mind would immediately wander to memories of the party. If Brittney
didn't call me soon, I was going to have to go out and find a new partner.


Fortunately it didn't come to that.


It was late Friday afternoon. I was teaching my last class of the week,
which was a good thing because my panties were soaked after my lunchtime
fingering and a wicked fantasy I was having about a football player in my
class. I was picturing him staying behind after class and then throwing me
over my desk and having his way with me. Several times during my lecture I
lost track of where I was and had to shake my head to clear the lust from
my thoughts. I was just about to wrap up when an envelope slid under the
classroom door. That was odd. In fact I never remember it happening. I
tried not to make a big deal about it and walked over, picking it up while
continuing my lecture.


I wanted to wait to open the note until after class. After all there was
only a few minutes left until the weekend. But the handwriting on the
envelope had my name written in the most beautiful penmanship. It was
almost calligraphy. It was definitely written by a woman and from what I
remembered about Brittney as a student, it wasn't her.


I probably glanced at the envelope 10 times in the last five minutes of
class. I was so tempted to pick it up. Finally the bell rang. I gave my
class my usual admonition to remember to do their homework, but nobody was
listening. I started opening the envelope as the last of my students was
filing out of the room. My hands were trembling. Inside, the note was in
the same handwriting. It was simple and direct.


"My slave tells me you want to experience submission again. Be at our house
at 5pm. Come in the side garage entrance. Don't be late or don't bother
coming. This is your only offer."


The note was signed Mistress Dasha.


I looked at my watch. It was 3:15. That may sound like I had plenty of
time, but with Friday traffic in LA I would have to leave right away to
make sure I made it on time. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity.


Traffic seemed extra horrid that afternoon, but it was probably just
because I was excited to be going back to their house. I did arrive early
so I had to sit in my car for half an hour and stew in my juices. I decided
to walk into the garage a few minutes early in case my watch was slow. I
wasn't sure what to expect. I knew that Brittney went in that entrance for
the party and came out dressed as a French Maid. Was that what they had in
store for me?


With caution, I opened the side door to the garage. There was a single bulb
hanging from the ceiling, casting an eerie glow over the cars. As I walked
inside I noticed Brittney sitting on a chair. She didn't seem to notice
me. As I got closer I noticed why. I didn't know if she was being punished,
whether I was being tested, whether this was just a game or some
combination of all of the above. Brittney was naked, blindfolded and bound
to the chair. The rope work was exquisite. It must have taken quite a while
to secure her in this fashion.


She was bound with a thin (about 3/8 inch) red rope. Touching it showed
that it was very soft. At least she could be somewhat comfortable. I
assumed she either had been there a while or would be there a while. While
the tie on her ankles to the legs of the chair forcing her legs apart was
fairly straight forward, the rope affixing her hands to the back of the
chair was tied in a much more elaborate way. After making sure her hands
were not going anywhere, the rope was wrapped around her chest several
times creating a rope bra. However, unlike her wrist and ankles, which
appeared to be bound relatively comfortably, her rope bra was obviously
squeezing her breasts from the top and bottom forcing them to pop out. I
could see from the blood flow that these ropes must be painful. Her nipples
seemed ready to explode. They looked very sensitive.

The rope continued its journey securing her calves and thighs to the chair
and also included a section that wrapped around her neck and down between
her legs. There were two pieces between her legs and much like her rope
bra, the strands were pinching her labia together forcing her lips to pop
out. Her clit was also clearly visible having swollen beyond its hood. She
must have been excited.


Looking at her face I saw a thick leather blindfold. She was also wearing
over the ear headphones. I couldn't tell if they were noise cancelling or
noise isolation headphones. I followed the wire down and saw it was
connected to a laptop sitting on a table next to her. The screen saver was
a text message floating around the screen. It said, "pleasure Brittney with
your mouth. After she cums, you will strip naked and crawl into the
house. Leave Brittney where she is. You will crawl through the house until
you find me. Your other option is to leave now and never return. Ð
Mistress Dasha."


I touched the trackpad on the laptop to dismiss the screen saver. I was
curious about what Brittney heard through the headphones. There was a video
playing in a small window. On the other side of the screen there was a
playlist Adding up the times for each track I calculated Brittney had been
out here about an hour. More importantly she had about an hour to go. The
video showed a woman who was tied to a bed being fucked by a well-hung
man. Standing around the bed were two other men both stroking their
cocks. I wondered if the selection of video was for me as I had been
thinking about a similar position for myself.


I looked back at Brittney. Tied as she was she had very little freedom of
movement. But her ass was gyrating ever so slowly. I looked at the floor in
front of her and there was a bullet vibrator lying there. I had not noticed
it before. I picked it up. It was still warm. It must have been in
Brittney's pussy and slid out. I then reached forward and touched her
nipple. Brittney moaned.


"Oh, Jenni," she exclaimed. "Is that you? Please get me off. I'm
desperate."


For some reason I didn't want to admit it was me. I was sure this whole
setup was some kind of ruse. I looked around the garage again and noticed a
security camera pointed toward the door. I walked over to the wall and
stood under it trying to figure out where it was focused. It will come as
no shock that it was refocused at Brittney instead of the door. "Mistress
Dasha must be testing me," I thought. I took a deep breath and walked in
front of Brittney. I then bent over and took her nipples in succession into
my mouth. Her moans were music to my ears. I knew what I had to do, and
even though I was still apprehensive, I dropped to my knees. I put my hands
on her thighs. Her legs were not going anywhere, meaning I would really
have to press my head between them to reach her holy land. But that is what
I did.


"Oh Jenni," Brittney exclaimed with delight. "Thank you!"


She was dripping like a faucet. The egg probably had not slid out of her
too long ago. She was certainly excited that I had joined the party. I
didn't know if she knew the contents of her mistress' instruction to me,
but I suppose it didn't really matter if she did or didn't. She was moaning
and begging me to play with her nipples and get her off quickly. Her flavor
was different from the woman I ate at the party and very tasty indeed. I
found I didn't mind licking Brittney as much as I the woman at the
party. Maybe it was because I was free and Brittney was bound; that made
the difference. At the party I was being forced to service the woman. Now
it was my choice, which was important in my mind. I did as she asked and
played with her nipples some more, but I was careful not to let her cum too
quickly.


I was relishing the power I had over Brittney. And even though not giving
her the pleasure of an orgasm quickly meant I had to eat more pussy, it was
a small price to pay to give her some payback. I assumed Dasha was watching
us on the camera so I made sure to show I was participating and not faking
it. I would pull back every so often and stick two fingers inside Brittney
and rub her clit with my thumb. I hoped the camera had sound because
Brittney was very vocal. Anxious or frantic to orgasm would be a good way
to describe her at that moment.


But all good things must come (or cum) to an end so after about 10 minutes
I gave in and really started going to town sucking on her clit. I also
reached up and began pinching both her nipples. The result I was expecting
happened quickly. It was a good thing she was bound because she probably
would have been clawing at my back as her orgasm overtook her. Although I
couldn't see her reaction, I heard it. I also felt her body shaking. No
doubt she was thrashing her head back and forth since that was the only
free part of her body. My mouth was rewarded with a fresh batch of juice,
which I eagerly consumed. When she finally began to come down from her
orgasmic high I turned my head to look at the camera. I pursed my lips as
if to say "tasty" to my unseen host. I wondered if I would be eating her
soon and, if so, if she would taste like the woman from the party. Perhaps
she was the woman at the party. It was time to find out. I quickly stripped
off my clothes. I then made sure the egg was set to low (it seemed like the
right thing to do) and slid it back inside Brittney. She moaned again. Then
I crawled to the door.


I thought I remembered the layout of the house pretty well. But what I
didn't know was where the security camera room might be. I was pretty
confident they were watching me, but I couldn't begin to guess where they
were. So I did the next best thing. I just started crawling around.


From the garage the kitchen was my first stop, but it was empty. I looked
in the family room but found nobody. I heard the sound of a heel on the
hardwood floor, but by the time I got to where I thought the sound came
from, the person was gone. I searched down the hallway where my encounter
happened last time but came up empty. Then suddenly Brittney was standing
next to me. How did she escape? I asked her and she chuckled. She told me
that Mistress was playing a game with me by moving around so I wouldn't
find her. Brittney told me she was to bring me out by the pool. I
remembered the stocks being out by the pool and wondered if they were in my
future.


We arrived by the pool to find Dasha lounging on a chaise with a tall glass
of something that looked refreshing. "Welcome Jenni," she greeted
me. "Brittney tells me you want to feel the warmth of submitting to a
superior person again."


I thought for a minute. Not that I doubted she was right, but I wanted to
be sure I phrased my reply correctly. Finally I went with the standard,
"Yes, Mistress."


"I am not your Mistress," she replied. "At least, not yet," she said with a
wink. "For today call me ma'am. That denotes the respect I deserve. Calling
me mistress involves a level of commitment neither of us have made to each
other yet."


There was a pregnant pause in the conversation. I guess she was waiting for
me to agree. The silence was uncomfortable. Finally I said, "Yes, ma'am."


"Very good," she replied. "Let's begin."


The first thing Dasha had me do was stand in front of her chair. She told
me to spread my legs and put my hands on my head. "This is an inspections
pose," she told me. She explained that some dominants, herself included,
like to examine their submissives before a session begins. I think Brittney
liked watching her mistress as she stood up and began her assessment. "Eyes
forward. Don't move," she instructed. It was difficult for me. I still
wasn't comfortable having a woman touch me. Given the situation I wouldn't
be comfortable with a man doing it either, but I did my best to follow her
directions.


Mistress, sorry, Ma'am Dasha gave Brittney a brutally honest evaluation of
my body. She commented that she didn't have an opportunity to play with me
at the party. I guess I can scratch her off the list of possible pussies I
licked. (I was pretty sure it was Brittney whom I serviced.) "Nice tits,"
she said as she squeezed them firmly. "Ass needs work," as she did the same
to my backside. This continued with her feeling every inch of my body
including inside my pussy ("juicy like I like") and my inside my mouth
forcing me to taste my own flavor. My legs were struggling to support me by
the time she was finished. I'm sure she could tell I was shaking, although
I was really trying to hold still. Ma'am had a wicked smile on her face
when she put two fingers into my pussy for the second time. This time her
thumb stayed on my clit.


"Brittney tells me you are a pretty wild young girl. I can tell you are
enjoying this. Rule number oneÉ" she spoke although I was entirely
focused on the pleasure she was giving me. I could feel an orgasm
building. All of a sudden she pulled her fingers out and slapped me on the
cheek. "You're not paying attention," she scolded me.


"I'm sorry Ma'am," I apologized having been snapped back into reality. "I
was about to cum because you were rubbing my clit." That made her smile.


"Because I was rubbing your clit or because anybody was rubbing your slut
button."


I'm sure she knew the truth was anybody touching me right then could make
me squirm and orgasm. But I wanted to please her and told her "because you
are doing it."


"Let's put that to the test," she announced. "Brittney, help me out."


I watched cautiously as Brittney, who at first had been watching the
proceedings, now moved in front of me.


"Finger this wannabe sub while I explain the rules. If she cums on your
hand, you get to spank her."


Brittney quickly moved into position. But instead of standing in front of
me like Ma'am had done, Brittney moved behind me. She then wrapped her left
arm around my stomach and pulled me tight against her while her right hand
found my clit and began rubbing me. Almost immediately my legs buckled
(thankfully Brittney was supporting me until I could recover) and a throaty
moan escaped my lips.


"As I was saying," Dasha continued. "Rule number one Ð no orgasms
without permission. You don't own your body. Your dominant does. They will
decide if and when you are allowed to cum. Failure to obey will lead to
punishment."


I was trying to listen, I really was. But Brittney's magic fingers dancing
on my clit were making it tough. The fact that I was also standing naked in
the back yard of a beautiful and powerful woman wasn't helping either.


"Rule number two," she announced. "You will comply with all commands
immediately and without question. If the UPS guy comes to the door and your
dominant tells you to get the package naked or suck him off, you will do so
without hesitation. You fuck who your dominant tell you. Your job is to
serve them and give pleasure. Do you understand?"


"Yes Mistress," I said breathlessly.


"Yes Ma'am," she corrected me. "I already have four slaves. I don't really
need another. But I'm sure I can find you someone cruel to impose their
will on you. Brittney show her what happens when she can't even follow a
simple rule like calling me Ma'am."


I was afraid Brittney was going to spank me or pinch my nipples, but
instead she let me go and moved in front of me. I probably should have
realized this was part of Dasha's plan from the beginning, but I guess I
was too na•ve. I was surprised to find Brittney on her knees in front of
me and pulling my crotch onto her mouth.


"Brittney wasn't very good at eating pussy when she first became infatuated
with my husband. But she was an eager student. She realized pretty quickly
that if she wanted his cock to satisfy her cravings she had to please me as
well. Now she is an expert. Do you understand?"


"Yes Ma'am," I shouted. I felt a big orgasm building as Brittney went to
work on me.


"I'm going to explain the rest of the rules, but you probably will not
remember most of them. I can already see on your face that your mind is
concentrating on what Brittney is doing to you and not on me. But that is
fine. Since you will not have permission to cum, you must have realized you
will be punished when you cum on her face. She is going to spank you, but I
am going to flog you. That is what you have in store for yourself since you
lack control."


My mind was becoming more and more out of it as Brittney's tongue continued
to work my clit. But I wasn't so far gone yet that I didn't notice Dasha
had not said "if I cum on her face." She was not telling me that she
thought I lacked enough self-control to keep from orgasming. She was
telling me that she "knew" I couldn't control myself. Even with the penalty
of being spanked and flogged she was decreeing that I couldn't control
myself. I wish I could say she was wrong, but I knew in my heart she was
right.

I'm not sure how many additional rules she gave me. My mind was spinning,
especially after Brittney slid her fingers back inside me. I was moaning
and trying not to move was out the window. I was fucking myself on her hand
and grinding myself on her face.


"You were born to be a submissive, Jenni," Dasha announced. Somehow that
got through the fog of my arousal even if her rules had not. "You're
desperate enough to cum to accept your punishment. If you were my sub the
feeling would be even more compelling." Then she moved up close next to me
and whispered in my ear so Brittney wouldn't hear her. "You'll make a fine
fuck doll someday. Let go your inhibitions and accept who you are. You were
born to bring pleasure. You will serve your dominant. You crave
discipline. You will follow their instructions. You will learn from their
teachings. You will obey their commands. You will take pleasure in their
using you. Your actions will make them proud. You will take pleasure in
making them proud."


Every word she said went straight to my heart. It was as if she was
programing me. I hated myself for shamelessly cumming on Brittney's face
while Dasha was being so kind as to instruct me how a submissive should
act. I knew I had displeased her by my own selfish actions. Who was I to
determine when I should climax? I knew the consequences of not following
her command (and rule number one) and accepted that I had earned her
punishment. I only hoped I would learn from my mistake so I could serve my
real dominant (whoever that might be) better in the future. My legs
collapsed as my emotions released into a convulsing, crying heap on the
ground.


By the time I regained my composure, both Dasha and Brittney were sitting
on their respective lounge chairs. "Over Brittney's lap for your spanking,"
Dasha commanded pointing at Brittney. I meekly obeyed. It was a strange
sensation. It wasn't the first time Brittney had spanked me. That happened
at the party. But that time it seemed like play. It was part of my kinky
adventure that night. This time she was punishing me. No, she didn't spank
me that much harder this time, but I knew the reason was that I had
displeased Dasha. I wondered if I had displeased Brittney as well. Just
like before Brittney varied the force of her blows and just like before she
would pause and finger me from time to time.


"I bet I can make her cum again, Mistress," Brittney proclaimed to
Dasha. "Do you want her to give you two reasons to whip her?"


I'd almost forgotten about the flogging Dasha had promised to give me. I
was so focused on the painful delights of Brittney's palm and the warmth
spreading through my body that I'd neglected that this was the easy part of
my punishment.


"Do what you want Brittney. I'll give you 15 minutes. I need to start
dinner for your master and get the flogger."


With Brittney in charge, at least temporarily, I hoped for a reprieve. I
suppose that was misguided. Brittney gave me 10 more hard whacks on each
ass cheek. I'm sure her palm print was imprinted on my butt.


"Listen Jenni," she told me in a hushed tone. "My pussy is on fire from
what she was doing to you. I need you to get me off quickly before she
comes back. You need the practice anyway. I'm sure you'll be eating her
pussy and sucking master's cock before the night is over."


Brittney pushed me off her lap, swung her legs off the chaise and spread
them. Her pussy was glistening showing me she wasn't lying about getting
aroused watching me. I got down on my knees like she had done to me. My
first couple of licks were tentative.


"What are you waiting for slut," Brittney exclaimed a bit louder than
before. "Eat me. Make me cum and do it quickly."


She reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. Her forceful nature made it
easier in my mind to give a better effort. Soon enough she was rolling her
hips as my tongue danced over her clit and pushed passed her labia to lap
at her juices. I could tell she was enjoying herself which made me happy. I
though back to what Dasha had whispered in my ear. The phrases that made me
cum so hard came back to me. "You was born to give pleasure. Your actions
will make them proud. You will take pleasure in making them proud." I
redoubled my efforts to make Brittney cum. I could tell she was nearing
orgasm. I didn't know if she had permission or not to cum, but I figured
that wasn't my problem. I was following her commands and Dasha had said she
was in charge. That absolved me of responsibility. I started to feel the
same rush as when Brittney had tied me up at the party. I had no choice but
to eat her pussy and make her cum. The decision wasn't mine. I was just her
toy to be played with and my own pleasure was instigated by pleasing her,
Dasha, Peter or whomever they authorized.


I felt Brittney grab my head with both hands and sensed her body
tensing. Her moment of release was at hand. "Oh Jenni, yes!" I heard her
exclaim. At the exact same time I heard a "whoosh" sound. I felt a slight
breeze as the talons of the flogger passed my face an instant before they
impacted on Brittney's milky flesh. Her hips jumped forcing her pussy even
firmer into my face. She screamed and let go of my head. I was able to pull
my head back just enough to see the second strike of the flogger strike
against her breasts. Brittney recoiled and rolled over in pain.


"What's rule number one?" she yelled at Brittney.


"No orgasms without permission, Mistress Dasha," Brittney shouted
back. "Please Mistress, not my tits."


I was studying Brittney's face and I could tell she lacked conviction when
she made that request. It occurred to me that she knew what her punishment
would be just like what had been promised to me. She also had to know her
mistress would return and catch her. She must have wanted to be punished. I
watched as red marks began to form on her porcelain skin from the first
strike of the leather flogger.


"No Brittney," her mistress chided her. "I think you want the kiss of my
lash too much. You can go home now and think about how you disappointed
me. I will instruct Renee to make sure you don't masturbate for one week. I
will also tell her to be sure you don't paddle yourself or do anything else
that may be considered punishment. Then you may return and we will see if
you have learned anything."


I watched as Brittney slowly walked back to the house. I could tell she was
disappointed. Just as Dasha had read my needs correctly she had also done
the same with Brittney. Of course she was Brittney's Mistress so dispensing
the appropriate punishment for her was more important. It also taught me a
valuable lesson. Until then I assumed that sex was the ultimate
motivator. I'd been spanked twice but both times had been a precursor to
achieving orgasm. With Brittney, it seemed, the motivation was the
punishment itself. I didn't really understand that, but I did understand
how Dasha used her influence to take away the thing Brittney craved most of
all, her mistress' approval. Then Dasha turned her attention to me.


"Do you know what just happened?" she asked me. I decided not to proffer an
opinion.


"No Ma'am," I replied.


"Brittney is a good girl most of the time, but sometimes she forgets her
place. I allow her certain leniencies to play with my daughter because I
would rather Renee is with someone I know. But sometimes she forgets that
when she is here, she is to serve me and follow the rules. She knows how
much I enjoy flogging a new submissive. But she also knows I have to take
it easy on you the first time. By breaking the rules she was attempting to
get me to punish her so I could savor the snap on her flesh. I appreciate
her motivation because it comes from her longing to serve me. So I couldn't
flog her because that is what she wanted. I could have put her on the tease
table and drove her insane with lust, but I thought waiting a week to see
me and not being allowed to orgasm was a better punishment. I'll make sure
my daughter plays with her each night and brings her close to orgasm
without letting her crash over. By the time she returns she will be much
better behaved."

I sort of understood her, but I was really focused on the flogger in her
hand as it had been promised to me. I just stayed kneeling in the position
I had been when eating Brittney waiting for Dasha to make her next
move. She told me to rise and follow her into the house. I did and enjoyed
the view of her backside as we walked back through the kitchen. She then
led me to the basement. I had not been down there during the party. We
passed through a second family room and into a room, which was obviously a
dungeon. Dasha told me to stand in the middle of the room and I obeyed her
without question.


Dasha went to a control box and I heard a whirring noise above me. I looked
up and saw a cable descending from the ceiling. When it reached level with
my head Dasha released the control button and it stopped. She then returned
with a set of heavy leather cuffs. She didn't speak. She simply cuffed my
wrists together and then attached them to the cable. Before she hoisted me,
however, she went to another cabinet and returned with a plastic butterfly
which she taped to my clit with the help of a piece of bondage tape that
she wrapped around my body. She flipped the power switch on the butterfly
and instantly I moaned.


"We're not going to cum again without permission are we?" she said
mockingly. She knew damn well I would cum from the vibrations centered on
my clit.


"No Ma'am," I said trying to sound convincing. I'm sure I was not, but I'm
just as sure she knew exactly what I was feeling.


"Well, you be a good girl and follow the rules and I'll go easy on you."

Dasha then used the bondage tape to secure my legs tightly together using
pieces around my thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Even if I wasn't cuffed
to the ceiling chain, I was going nowhere fast. Then she picked up the
flogger. For a moment I forgot about the butterfly. She stood in front of
me tapping the flogger in her hand.


"I need to check on dinner. I will be back in 10 or 15 minutes. I am able
to monitor you from upstairs. If you don't cum before I get back, you will
be rewarded."


She didn't tell me what the reward would be and more importantly she didn't
tell me what the punishment would be if I failed, although I had a pretty
good idea about that. What she did do was walk back to the winch control
and raise me so my feet were just off the ground. This left my arms to
support my entire body weight as I was forced to hang there and wait for
her return. Hang there and try to think of anything except the buzzing on
my clit. The buzzing that was driving me wild and threatening to turn my
body into a quivering mass of orgasming teacher.


I'd already earned the flogging from cumming without permission
earlier. But maybe she would go easy on me if I was able to hold out this
time for her return. Maybe her reward would be to allow me to orgasm with
her blessing. I tried to think about the pain of the flogging instead of
the buzzing on my clit. I tried to think about the most unisexual thoughts
I could imagine. Anything to keep my body from betraying me. But the
butterfly was unrelenting. I looked around the room and spied two cameras,
one of which was pointed directly at me. She had not been lying about being
able to monitor me while she worked on dinner. No doubt, like my tryst at
the party, I was being recorded. The more time I spent here, the more
incriminating evidence of my new lifestyle was being created. Thinking
about being exposed at school worked to counteract the effects of the
butterfly. I saw myself being called into the principle's office where he
and a member of the teachers' union gave me the bad news that a video had
surfaced of me and they had to let me go. I'd be ostracized and never get
another teaching job. My pussy was still leaking and my nipples were as
hard as erasers, but at least my desire to orgasm was gone. And that was
the moment Dasha decided to return. But she was no longer naked and my
desire to cum suddenly returned.


Dasha had done a wardrobe change in the past 10 minutes. I wondered what
she could have done in the kitchen because certainly the leather catsuit
she was wearing must have taken some time to put on. The top zipper was
pulled down far enough for a mouth-watering expanse of her cleavage to be
exposed and around her hips she wore a large, black strap-on. I hoped that
would be my reward.


"You did well," she complimented me while she switched off the
butterfly. "I didn't think you were going to make it. When I watched you
from the kitchen I thought for sure you were going to cum. Then you must
have thought of something spectacular because I could tell when you stopped
worrying. What did you think of?"


I should have made something up, but I couldn't lie to her. I told her
about how scared I was of having my school find out about my new
adventures.


"Yes, that would be bad. But have no fear, there is no reason for them to
find out. I have no need to tell them."


"What about Brittney," I asked. "She was pretty pissed off when she left
and she has the DVD from the party."


"You have the only copy of the DVD," she told me. "We don't keep
evidence. We have plenty of willing partners. We don't need to blackmail
anybody. Brittney just thought you would get off watching yourself."


"She was right," I confessed.


"Of course," Dasha replied. "You will undoubtedly have the same reaction
from today. There is nothing wrong with a woman enjoying her
sexuality. Speaking of which, I still owe you that flogging."


I'd almost forgotten. My mouth had been watering watching Dasha's strap-on
bob back and forth hypnotically. She took a step back and stretched her arm
and shoulder like an athlete preparing for competition. That should have
worried me, but I trusted her not to permanently damage me.


"I'm going to go easy on you because I like you," she told me. "But this
will still sting and you will have red marks for a while. Is that a
problem?"

There was nobody outside this house that would see any marks when I went
home so I answered honestly, "No Ma'am."


"Good. You are learning. Always be positive with your dominant. Even if you
really don't want what is offered to you."


Then she walked behind me. I assume she didn't want me to know when the
first lash was on its way. When it did connect with my back, I screamed. If
that was going easy on me, I hated to think about what it would feel like
if she really meant to hurt me.


"I don't mind if you scream, my dear," she told me. "In fact I kind of like
it and you will not be disturbing anyone."


Permission or not, I screamed with every contact of the flogger. I simply
couldn't help myself. I'd seen the red marks begin to form on Brittney and
I knew my own body would be criss-crossed with them as well. Dasha was very
efficient about snapping the leather up and down my back, over my ass,
around my thighs, across my shins and even over my breasts. That hurt the
most. The one place she avoided was my pussy, although I am sure it was out
of concern that she might break the dormant butterfly taped to my clit and
not out of empathy to my pain threshold.


By the time she finished I had to assume the only places on my body that
would not be red was where the bondage tape had shielded my skin. I was
breathing in short bursts as if I was giving birth trying to focus the pain
away from my being. But within the nerve endings firing pain signals from
all over my body, my arousal was returning. I was pleasing my dominant
(even if she was just my domme for the day) and that was turning me
on. When she finally stopped I assumed I'd earned a reward. She pushed a
finger into my pussy to confirm what she already knew. I was ready to get
fucked.


"I need to check on dinner again. I'll turn the butterfly on so you will
not be lonely."


She turned the control back on the maddening vibrator. She then lowered the
winch so my feet were flat on the ground (my arms were still stretched
upward) so I could take a little weight off my wrists. I wondered if that
meant she wasn't coming back for a while. I wondered if since I'd already
taken my punishment if I could sneak an orgasm past her without getting
caught. But since she had accurately identified the moment when I stopped
needing to fight my body for control of my orgasm I figured I wouldn't get
away with it. My skin was warm all over and it was a tougher fight to
prevent myself from cumming, but fortunately she returned just a few
minutes later.


"I know dommes who would leave you here until you finally gave in and
came. They would then open your back with a whip. But that's not how I do
things. You've been a good girl. I know you want me to fuck you and that is
what I intend to do. You may orgasm as much as you can for the next 15
minutes. My husband will be home by then and you will need to prepare to
serve us dinner."


She didn't wait for any kind of response. She just walked back to the winch
control. I realized it wasn't necessary for me to respond. She was going to
fuck me whether I wanted her to do so or not and then I was expected to
serve her husband after he got home. Well at least serve him dinner, but
from what Brittney had told me about his affection for younger women, I had
no doubt I'd be pleasuring him as well.


Dasha lowered my arms so they were a little lower than my shoulders. Then
she walked behind me and put her hands on my hips and started pulling
backward on me.


"Come toward me and bend at your waist," she instructed. I found myself
bent over at a 90 degree angle thrusting my ass out and with my arms
stretched forward still attached to the chain. Dasha then started rubbing
my ass.


"I can see why you were popular at the party. I'm surprised more guys
didn't plunder this ass. Were you playing hard to get?"


"No Ma'am," I replied. "More like not sure what was going on and
nervous. If you invite me to another party I'll be better."


"I'm sure you will. We do that about every three months. I hope your future
master allows you to be a party favor. That would be fun."


Again she spoke of some mythical future dominant. I wanted her as my
mistress. I had to figure out how to make that happen. I wiggled my ass as
best I could to entice her into using her strap-on on me. It wasn't real,
but I needed to get fucked and didn't care by what.

Dasha rubbed the head of her strap-on against my labia. "Normally I would
have you suck on this for a while to get it nice and slick. But we are
short on time and your cunt is so wet I will have no problem getting this
inside of you." She wasn't really talking to me just making an
observation. I wiggled my ass some more. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Please fuck
me." She put about the first two inches in and then stopped.


"Come on pet," she cooed. "You can do better than that. Tell me what a slut
whore you are that you are begging to get a fake cock rammed up your
snatch."


I'd overlooked when she used the word cunt. I'm not crazy about that word
and the rest of what she wanted me to say wasn't much better. But I knew I
had to do as she said if I wanted my pleasure. Plus I knew it was rule
number two to take pride in bringing pleasure to my superior so I begged
like my life depended on it. And she rewarded me by filling my pussy full
of her dick.


After everything that happened that afternoon the feeling of being fucked,
even if it was a strap-on, felt normal. At least as normal as could be. The
bondage tape was very effective at squeezing my ass cheeks together since I
couldn't move my legs. That made Dasha's dildo seem even bigger. I wish she
could have felt something because I'm sure I was gripping the phallus and
giving her a good ride. She paused long enough to turn the butterfly back
on and I was off like a rocket. Almost immediately I begged for permission
to cum. I know she had said I could orgasm for the next 15 minutes, but I
wanted to be sure. I also figured she would be happy if I asked. Having
been assured that I could climax as much as I could, my body released its
pent up sexual frustration in a howling, shuddering climax.


Before I calmed down another major orgasm trashed my body and mind. My
early screams of pain were replaced by shouts of joy and praise to
God. Peter appeared in the doorway, looking as dashing as I remember, and
praised his wife's skills. I looked at him and begged for his cock, either
in my mouth, pussy or ass. I wasn't particular.


He smiled but said, "Not now. Maybe later." Then he reminded Dasha of an
interview they had in an hour. She thankfully didn't break her cadence of
destroying my pussy, but she did say, "Damn, is that tonight?" He told her
it was, displaying sympathy to her desire "to play with me all night" but
that work had to intrude.


"OK," she finally agreed. "Dinner is almost ready. Give me time to have
this slut clean my cock and I'll get her dressed for dinner."


Sucking her strap-on was a new experience. I had not quite had 15 minutes
of pleasure, but at least I did cum a couple of times. And they were good
orgasms too. As she unwrapped the bondage tape, I imagined their interview
was a stud and maybe Peter would share me with him. Dasha didn't seem too
concerned and told me to head up to the bedroom where I had my private
party and to put on the outfit I found.


I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise that the same maid's outfits from
the party were waiting for me. Peter and Dasha apparently had a thing for
French maids. The high heels seemed higher than at the party though. I
suppose since I was not going to be running around as much as the girls did
at the party they figured I could handle the heels. I don't wear heels too
often, although I do like how they tone my legs and tighten up my
ass. Dasha seemed to have a thing for my ass so I'm sure that is why she
picked these shoes. I'm sure Peter wouldn't mind either.


I teetered my way back down to the dinning room. Peter was sitting down. He
told me Dasha was in the kitchen. I said, "Thank you, Sir." I think he
liked my respectful tone.


Dasha told me to get in the inspection pose when I walked into the
kitchen. I quickly put my arms above my head and spread my legs just like
she had shown me earlier in the day. Dasha made sure my uniform fit
properly and that I was showing enough thigh and breasts. She explained my
job was to serve dinner, including wine, salad and entrŽe. If I wasn't
serving I was to stand next to either her or Peter (depending on whom I
last served) and await instructions. Also when their guest arrived I was to
open the front door and escort them to the family room. Dasha looked at her
watch. "They will probably be here before we are done eating, so return to
the dining room after you seat them," she instructed me. I nodded. They
were pretty simple instructions.


Serving the meal was pretty simple as well. They were not trying to do
anything to trip me up or nitpick my service in an effort to chastise
me. By the time I had all the food on the table and the wine poured I
wondered how much longer I would have to wait before attending to their
guest. I was still hoping he was a stud with a big dick that I would be
ordered to service. I was standing next to Peter, patiently waiting, when I
felt his hand sliding up my leg and then between my thighs.


While it was hardly a surprise, it did catch me off guard and I took in a
noticeably loud breath. But I held my ground and stood still. When I felt
his fingers reach the front of my panties I knew he would find them
soaked. This little dress-up game of Dasha's was very exciting. I also knew
from Brittney that Peter had, "the best dick in the world" and I was
looking forward to finding out for myself.


"This rental slut is either very excited or she pissed herself," Peter told
his wife. Then he pulled his fingers out from under my short skirt and
brought them to his nose. "Nope, not piss."


"Jenni, remove your panties so Sir can finger you," Dasha commanded.


"Yes man," I replied. "Right away Ma'am."


The panties that went with the outfit were little frilly things that really
didn't provide any cover anyway. Plus I wanted his fingers in my
pussy. Really I wanted something else there but I was good with just
getting a finger or two for now.


"Damn, honey," Peter exclaimed as if surprised. "She's tight."


Dasha didn't reply. She just kept eating as if having her husband finger
another woman in front of her was the most natural thing in the world. He
gave me a few strokes with his finger and then told me to "ride it." He
held his hand still and I began to squat down impaling myself on his
invading digit. I was luxuriating in the kinkiness of the situation when
the doorbell rang.  "Damn," I thought. "Always when I am enjoying myself."


I stood up and Peter was kind enough to withdraw his now glistening
finger. He held it up and I gave it a quick lick before heading toward the
door as fast as my heels would allow. As I swung the door back my fantasy
of some gorgeous hunk invited over to fuck me was dashed. In its place, a
young girl who looked like she must be in her mid teens was standing there
waiting. She was wearing a short blue skirt, a white blouse (she must not
have had on a bra because her nipples were very prominent) and gym shoes.


"Hi," she said seeming friendly. "I'm here for an interview with Peter."


"Come in," I told her. "I've been told to show you to the family
room. Peter and Dasha are finishing up dinner.


"Great," she replied.


I could feel her eyes on me as I walked in front of her. Once I showed her
to the couch (yes the same couch I'd seen Brittney and her mom fuck on) I
said, "if you don't mind me asking, what are you interviewing for?" It
probably was inappropriate, as it didn't matter why she was there. She told
me she was auditioning for a movie role.


In L.A. that could mean just about anything, but given what I knew about
Peter's business that meant she wanted to do porn. That also meant she had
to be at least 18. I was floored at how young she looked now that I knew
she must be of legal age. "She can't be," I thought to myself. But I knew
Peter wouldn't make the mistake of filming a minor. I excused myself to
"finish up with dinner" and told her to "wait here and he will be right
with you."


When I returned to the dining room Peter and Dasha were just finishing up.


"She's a cutie, isn't she?" Peter asked me. I replied, "Yes, sir, but is
she really 18?"


"She's 20 actually, but you would never know it to look at her. She's going
to be a star and make me a lot of money."


Then Dasha chimed in. "Peter, I really don't feel like a long audition
tonight. Why don't we have Jenni fluff her so we can wrap up early?"


I didn't know what "fluff" meant but Peter seemed to think it was a good
idea.


"Go back to her and start eating her pussy. Don't let her cum. I want to
video that in HD. But get her close."


I nodded that I understood and headed back to the family room. The young
girl was still sitting on the sex couch. She was looking around the room. I
guessed she was nervous. I know I would have been if I was in her
shoes. Heck, I was nervous just knowing I had to follow Dasha's orders with
her. I walked in front of the couch and looked down at the girl. Her face
was innocent. Almost angelic. "Is he ready for me?" she asked. "Almost," I
replied. "They want me to get you ready."


She started to stand up but I held out my hand, palm facing her, to
indicated she should remain seated. She looked a little confused. I
couldn't see the look on her face when I dropped to my knees and put my
hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open. I don't think I wanted to see
her reaction. I didn't want to do this and I really didn't want to know if
she didn't want me to do this either. Right before my head went under her
skirt I heard her say, "What are you doing?"


She knew exactly what I was doing. I soon discovered that her missing bra
was not the only undergarment she chose to forgo for her interview. Her
pussy was also wet before my tongue found its way. Her nectar was already
flowing. I didn't think much fluffing was going to be necessary for Peter
to get the test video he wanted. I expected the girl to grab my head but
she didn't. Maybe she was playing with those pointy nipples I saw
earlier. I started teasing her clit and got the reaction I was expecting. I
was going to have to be careful not to bring her over the edge if Dasha and
Peter didn't get in here soon.


Fortunately, Dasha did arrive. She greeted the girl by name and thanked her
for coming over. Then I felt her lift my skirt.


"Did this slut show you how pink her rear end is?" Dasha asked the girl.


I got a little shot of pussy juice in my mouth as the girl heard the
question and saw my ass. "No, she didn't," replied the girl. "I was
wondering about the welts though on her legs and back."


"She was a bad girl. She came without permission," Dasha replied.  "Peter
should be finished setting up in a minute. We're going to take a test video
of you masturbating, then eating pussy, sucking cock and finally being
fucked. How does that sound."


The girl said it sounded fine. She was getting juicier if that was
possible. I gave her clit a good hard suck. I hoped I would be the one she
got to eat for her screen test so I wanted her to remember that I gave her
pleasure. Then I heard Peter's voice from across the room saying that he
was ready.


"Just a minute," I heard Dasha say. Then I felt her finger slide into my
pussy. Again she addressed the girl. "This one is very submissive. She's
just learning how to please a woman. But she is definitely getting off
being between your legs. Is she doing a good job for you?" Although I was
now distracted by Dasha's finger, I was thankful the girl answered
positively about my efforts. Dasha continued. "Sometimes it is tough to
masturbate on camera, especially the first time. That's why we start with
it, to test your abilities to connect with the audience. Jenni was sexy as
hell cumming on camera for the first time. If you need her to help, she
will demonstrate for you.


I was not surprised that the girl thought that was a good idea. Actually,
so did I. Dasha told me to get up and Peter waved the girl over to follow
him down the hallway. A began to follow, but Dasha grabbed my arm.


"You have done very well today," she told me. "But now it is time to
work. If the girl wants to watch you masturbate I'll let you do that. I
want a nice, loud orgasm out of you. I don't care if it is real or fake,
but I need to get this screen test done quickly. I have other good friends
coming over tonight and both of you need to be gone before they
arrive. When I tell you to go, you go. No arguments. Our playtime is
done. If I need you again, Brittney will contact you. Understand?"


I did understand. I was not happy about being dismissed so casually, but I
understood. "Yes, Ma'am," I told her. I then followed Dasha into the
bedroom where I had been defiled at the party. The girl was already sitting
back on the bed with her fingers busily diddling herself. Peter had two
cameras setup at the foot of the bed. I looked around and figured where the
camera had been for my adventure in this room.


It was obvious the girl did not need my help to inspire her
performance. That bummed me out as I was looking forward to another
orgasm. Dasha whispered in my ear that if I wanted to be the, "stunt pussy"
for the girl's screen she would let me, but that I had to sign a waver as
this video would be released if the girl became a star. I thought about it
for a moment and then declined. I couldn't appear in a porno and keep my
job. Somebody who knew me would eventually find the video online.


Dasha whispered that she understood. She then took my hand and led me back
to the hallway. With the sound of the girl shrieking and moaning behind us,
Dasha pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me aggressively. She
grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head. She then used one hand to
pinch both my wrists to the wall. I knew I could have escaped easily, but I
didn't want to. She then began to finger me again, this time using her
thumb on my clit.


Her fiery kisses alternated between my lips, neck and nipples. Her fingers
were working my clit and g-spot. I was putty in her hands.


"You are going to make a fine submissive one day Jenni," she told me, and
although I was focused on getting off one more time, I smiled at her
praise. "You'll find the right dominant and experience unimaginable
pleasure. I'm sure they will be happy to let you serve at our next party.
They always do. Now give me one more nice cum before you leave."


I really didn't have an option as far as that went. She was hitting all my
hot spots and she knew it. Her permission to allow me to cum was like music
to my ears and my body responded quickly and forcefully.


Later that night in my bed I relayed the events of the entire day. I came
three more times with the aide of my fingers and trusty vibe. One thing was
for sure, I had to find my own dom(me) to serve.