Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2017 16:57:28 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 14 (bisexual/authoritarian)

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 14
By
Tappy McWidestance

I woke the next morning with a startled jump when Gwen opened the door. I
had forgotten where I was, although everything came flooding back to my
memory when she smiled and said, "Good morning slave." I smiled back. "Now
hurry up and shower and get into the maid's outfit I will put out for
you. You have fifteen minutes to get breakfast on the table for my
family. Eggs, coffee and toast will be fine." With that, she turned to the
closet and didn't give me a chance to respond. She was wearing a simple
house-robe, but looked radiant. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the
bathroom. The shower was already on and warm so I jumped right in. I even
peed in the shower to save time. I wish she had woken me up a little
earlier, but I didn't want to miss my deadline so I washed in record time,
dried off and headed back to my dungeon bedroom.

Fortunately the costume she had chosen for me was simple, just a one piece
I could pull over my head plus 4-inch heels. It wasn't even particularly
revealing, although it was lightweight and without a bra or panties, I
certainly felt sexy. I headed up to the house as fast as I could. The
carton of eggs was next to the stove along with a large pan. There was also
a loaf of bread next to the toaster and the coffee was already
brewing. Gwen had set me up for success.

Thomas was the first to arrive in the kitchen. He hugged me from behind,
kissed the back of my neck (I love that) and whispered, "Good morning pet,"
into my ear. I leaned my body back into his, grinding my ass against his
crotch being careful not to drag the pan of scrambled eggs off the
stove. He moved his hands up from my stomach and cupped my
breasts. "Patience my dear," he told me. Bruce was next to arrive. He
didn't say anything beyond, "Good morning." I wasn't sure if I was
expecting a "thanks for the wild fuck last night" or something else
affirmative, but I was a little disappointed. Gwen then appeared, still
wearing her robe, but she looked completely put together for so early in
the morning.

The three of them sat at the kitchen table and I served them breakfast. I
actually enjoyed doing it. Up until now my experiences with them had all
been sexual. This was different. I was pleasing them with simple actions
making their day better and it warmed my heart. I expected to be instructed
to crawl under the table and give a blowjob or suck Gwen's pussy, but
instead I was invited to sit with them and eat. Thomas and Gwen were
discussing the day's plans. Bruce had earbuds in and was in his own
world. I wasn't ignored, but I wasn't exactly included either. By the end
of breakfast, I had gathered that Gwen was going out Friday night and that
Dean and Liz were coming over. At first I wasn't sure whether I was meant
to stay home or go out either, but eventually Thomas said he would need me
at the house.

Gwen also told me Bruce was having friends over on Saturday. She smacked
his shoulder to get his attention. He tugged his earbuds out exclaiming a
sarcastic "what?"

"Who are you having over on Saturday?" she asked him.

"Just a couple of the guys to watch football," he told her and then put in
his earbuds again.

Gwen looked at me and winked. "They'll probably need some maid service to
serve snacks."

My pussy gushed at the thought, but I just smiled. When everyone finished I
made quick work of rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. I
was then given fifteen minutes to get dressed for work. Thomas said I would
be riding with him today. It didn't take me long to change into a too short
skirt and sheer blouse. The stockings took the longest to get straight with
the garters and of course the walk back to the house in the high heels was
as challenging as ever. As I made my walk of pre-shame, I wondered what
Thomas had in store for me. I didn't have any client meetings scheduled
today so I could be used in the office all day if the partners wanted
me. That thought was certainly exciting. I kind of day dreamed while he
drove thinking about Dean and Liz and what might happen Friday night. I
didn't even notice at first that Thomas and slid his hand under my skirt
and was resting it on my inner upper thigh. I made no move to rebuke him. I
wanted him to touch my pussy and pivoted slightly to give him easier
access, but he didn't take the bait. He seemed happy to just rest his hand
inches from giving me pleasure. In retrospect his was a wonderful show of
ownership that he didn't feel compelled to take advantage of his
opportunity. He knew he could have me anytime he wanted so why rush. My
body didn't process it that way. I'm sure he knew that too.

The office was buzzing with activity already when we arrived. When you are
a partner nobody asks why you are a little late. Especially when you walk
in with the founding partner. I did feel everyone's eyes on me as I walked
through the bullpen toward my office. Since my clothing transformation
occurred at the same time I was announced as partner, there was little
doubt people thought the two were connected. But I didn't care. I really
just wanted to get to the privacy of my office and touch myself, but I was
concerned I would climax and I knew I didn't have permission yet. Maybe one
of the other partners would visit with some kinky demand. One thing was for
sure, the law was the last thing on my mind.

As the morning progressed, it appeared sex was not on the mind of any of my
colleagues, although my pussy was still wet, my office smelled of arousal
and it was the only thing I could think about. At 10:30 I got an email from
Tony to report to the conference room at 10:45 to discuss a particular case
I knew he had been working on for the last couple of weeks. I chuckled to
myself that "discussing the case" was probably code for bending me over the
table. After I got the email I hurriedly shuffled to the bathroom to check
my make-up and make sure my skirt and stockings were properly aligned. I
wanted to look good for Tony. As it turned out, Steve and Jeff were waiting
in the conference room too. Was I to get pin cushioned again? I smiled at
them and took a seat. Steve was the first to speak.

"You look lovely this morning Susan. And as much as we would love to spend
an hour fucking the shit of out you, we have actual work to get done and we
need your opinion."

I must have looked disappointed. Jeff actually commented on it and then
reminded me that I got the partnership position because they valued my
legal skills, not because of my other benefits. We began to discuss a
complex case, but I admit, I was struggling to focus. I didn't think I was
adding much to the strategy, something the guys definitely noticed. Tony
was the first to ask about it and I had to admit that I was too horny to
work. That made them chuckle. Tony then pressed the speaker button on the
phone and dialed Thomas' extension. When he answered he said I was too
distracted by my cunt (I both hate that word and loved when he used it
referring to me) to help with the case. He asked permission if they could
relieve me.

If I had been turned on before, my pussy was a flash fire now being talked
about that way. Thomas asked if I would be better able to focus if he
allowed me to cum. "Oh yes sir," I responded before adding, "if it would
help the guys I would be willing to help them cum too, sir."

"No, that's a bad plan," Thomas replied. "They will be worthless if you do
that. I was going to make you wait until we got home tonight," he said. I
was disappointed. "But we need to get this case moving forward and your
experience will help," he continued. "You can finger yourself to
completion, but then we really need your input on this."

"Thank you sir," I replied. "I'm sure this will help."

And that was how I ended up sitting on the opposite side of the conference
table from three leering men with my fingers in my pussy and dancing on my
clit. I really didn't want to rush since I loved having them watch me
masturbate. At some point I realized they really couldn't see what I was
doing since my pussy was under the table so I stood up. As I explained
before the conference table is very long and we were just using one end. So
I walked past where we had the case files spread out and unzipped my skirt
letting it fall on the ground. From there it was a simple task to hop on
the open end of the conference table. I laid on my back, spread my legs and
then bent my knees upward. I wanted to frame my pussy to their gaze. I then
closed my eyes and went to work on my swollen love hole.

Not that I didn't enjoy the guys in their own way, but with my eyes closed
I could imagine I was exposing myself for Gwen. Or under her direction, I
was exposing myself at her command to another one of her friends. Or to
Bruce's friends who thought they would be watching football but instead got
to gangbang me. As you can imagine it didn't take me long to cum. I also
didn't stop. I knew the guys could tell I'd just orgasmed. I figured that
would be the trigger for them to finally whip their cocks out. I didn't
care if I blew them or fucked them, but I wanted them to participate. But
they didn't. They were kind enough to give me the time to cum again. I
writhed on the conference table like a slut in heat. Later they showed me
pictures and video of my performance they took with their phones. My lust
temporarily sated, I climbed off the table and put my skirt back on. We
didn't talk about my lewd behavior. We just got back to work. I was able to
focus and we made progress. The guys actually did seem to value my input on
the legal points we discussed. Given how the meeting began, I didn't
understand how that was possible, but it certainly fed my ego that I could
be both a lawyer and a professional in the courtroom and the nastiest slut
you had ever seen as well. The meeting broke up about 12:30 with a clear
plan of how to win the case and I felt like I had really contributed. We
decided to go out to lunch and apart from my clothes, I felt like I was
having lunch with colleagues not just sex partners. We went to a sports bar
near the office so I ended up sitting on a pub height stool. I crossed my
legs to try and appear lady-like, but that only made my skirt ride up to
expose my garter snaps. It also started to refocus my mind on sex
again. Whether that was the guys' plan or not, I'm not sure. But I saw the
seat had a wet spot when I left and by the time I got back to my office, my
mind was in a lust fog again. No legal work was going to happen that
afternoon unless I got another release. I did not assume that would happen.

Unfortunately I was right on both accounts. I didn't get to cum again and I
was not able to focus on any work for the rest of the afternoon. Tony did
come in toward the end of the day for a blowjob that I happily provided,
but he didn't touch me other than holding the back of my head. By the time
Thomas drove me home, I was on pins and needles for whatever he and Gwen
chose to do to me. But alas, Gwen's only interest was having me cook dinner
and then work on cleaning the house and doing their laundry. At least she
dressed me in a maid's costume so I felt sexy while doing it.

On Thursday I had to be in court. It wasn't a tough case, but it meant I
had to dress a bit more conservatively. I found that I really hated being
in my office dressed "normally" instead of wearing my new wardrobe. As it
turned out, it was a good day not to tart it up because Gwen's friend, and
my new partner, Akio, showed up that afternoon to check the progress of the
build out downstairs and to discuss business. Although she had been
recommended by Gwen, I didn't know if she was into the scene or not so it
was better that I was dressed professionally during our first meeting. If
she did party with Gwen she didn't give any indication of it. I hoped that
just meant she was being professional because she was gorgeous and I would
have loved to get my hands on her. Thomas gave us a tour of the new
office. It was almost done. There was still a bit of the buildout to be
completed, it needed to be painted and have furniture delivered, but soon
we would be launching our new women's law firm together. Thomas had picked
out one of the paralegals from upstairs to help out and we still needed a
receptionist, but he figured in a few weeks we would be good to go.

Even though Akio was hot, I wasn't thinking sexual thoughts (after my first
positive reaction) during this meeting. My mind was focused back on the
law. I appreciated that my body gave me that break as I had a lot to work
on that afternoon. Thursday night found me cleaning the house again,
although Gwen did find a minor fault in my work and I found myself over her
knee and being spanked. She didn't get me off, but she did touch between my
legs after she finished her punishment and comment about what a dirty slut
I had become to get so wet when being disciplined. I knew she was just
trying to humiliate me a bit, but I chose to wear the comment as a badge of
honor. I'm pretty sure she was joking anyway as she loved how wet my pussy
got any time she touched me.

I had one more room to clean and when I was done I was allowed to kneel in
front of Thomas and Gwen as they watched TV before bed. After a few
minutes, Gwen stood up and removed her pants. I then got to feast on her
delicious pussy. I remember thinking it was surreal that I was pleasuring
her while she snuggled with her husband watching the late night
shows. After she was satisfied (three orgasms later) I repeated the process
with Thomas. Of course he only got to cum once, but it was a large tasty
load and I didn't spill a drop. I was a good girl.

After that both Gwen and Thomas stood up to head to bed. Gwen did give me a
kiss and I gave her the remnants of her husbands cum onto her tongue. Then
they dismissed me to bed and reminded me not to play with myself. That was
going to be a challenge.

The morning followed my now usual routine. Up early so I could have more
time to shower, do my makeup and dress in my maid's outfit. I didn't
consider it a costume any more. It was just what I wore around the house. I
was then back to the main house to cook breakfast. Bruce had me crawl under
the table and suck his cock while they ate, but it all seemed normal. I was
back to slutty attorney Susan today as Friday rarely saw court
appearances. We did have a prospective new client coming in today to meet
with Tony. He felt slutty Susan was more appropriate viewing in the meeting
to try and land him. I'm not sure if my cleavage or legs altered his
decision, but we signed the client to a lucrative retainer deal. I felt
sure Tony would want to fuck in celebration, but he didn't. He did give me
a passionate kiss and a quick finger fuck to thank me. Of course that just
turned me on and left me wanting more.

Liz did visit my office that afternoon. She wanted oral. She told me Dean
was taking her out that night but she didn't know where and she wanted to
cum now in case she wasn't allowed later. Of course I knew she probably
didn't have permission to cum now either, but that was not my problem. I
joyfully invited her to sit on my desk and spread her legs. I was so
engrossed in devouring her pussy that I didn't hear the door open or notice
Thomas walk in until he spoke.

"You are going to be in trouble Liz," he bellowed.

"I know, but I needed this," she replied.

I stopped my ministrations and looked up briefly. I was treated to the
vision of Thomas putting his hand under her chin and pulling her backward
until she was lying on my desk.  I saw him unzipping his pants as he
admonished me to "Get back to work." I assumed that meant on her pussy and
not some client matter. Her moan of satisfaction as my tongue again found
her clit was cut short as his cock filled her mouth.

I guessed that Thomas was going to tattle on Liz to Dean, but that didn't
mean he wasn't beyond using her for his pleasure first. I could tell she
liked this new development too. Heck they may have planned it before she
came into my office. Either way her pussy was leaking twice the fluid since
his cock entered her mouth and I knew she would soon reward my effort with
the orgasm she sought. In fact, it was only about two minutes later that
she squealed into her penis gag and shook on my desk. My prize was a flood
of her girl juice and the satisfaction of a job well done. Thomas began to
pound his cock into her mouth. After her climax abated I looked up and
could see her neck bulging with each thrust as he forced her to deep throat
him. The look on his face showed he wouldn't be keeping this up much
longer. I was right about that, but he surprised me when he pulled out of
her mouth before he came.

I would not have been surprised if he blasted her face or even if he
ordered us both to our knees and had us share a facial. I was surprised, a
very pleasantly so, that he walked around my desk, grabbed the back to my
neck and pulled my mouth onto his cock. He didn't fuck my face or give me a
chance to suck him. He rammed his cock all the way into my mouth until the
tip was brushing my throat and just held me there. About five seconds later
I felt the hot splash of his seed running down my throat. It triggered a
gag reflect as you might imagine, but he held my head tightly and I just
had to endure it. I was coughing as volley after volley shot into my
mouth. I flailed my arms to indicate I couldn't breath, but he continued to
hold my head firmly as he continued to cum and for what seemed like an
eternity but was probably less that ten seconds after he finished. He then
pulled out and I made a cartoon like sound of air rushing back into my
lungs and I tried to recover.

OK, so I couldn't breath for about 20 whole seconds and in the end I really
loved what he did, but in the moment I was freaking out a bit. I had felt
vulnerable like he was going to choke me until I passed out. I also felt
like I was just his personal cum dump. You already know I like when someone
makes me feel like that. My pussy was again on fire and just a quick stroke
of my clit would have gotten me off. But until Liz, I wasn't about to break
rule number one. I sat in slumped in my chair, my legs spread and my tummy
full of creamy goodness and very happy as Thomas zipped up and Liz stood up
then readjusted her clothes to look passable in the office. The workweek
was almost done and I was ready for whatever a weekend of play would bring
me.

Thomas had me masturbate in the car on the drive home. That certainly did
not make the trip easy, as I had to struggle not to cum. But I did enjoy
the torment. Gwen just had me strip to my stockings and heels when we
arrived home. She had started cooking dinner, but I still had to serve them
at the table. I was allowed to make a plate for myself, but after I placed
it on the table, she looked at me and said, "Floor."

I wasn't sure what I had done to earn a punishment, but it was better not
to ask. I put my plate on the floor and sat down next to it. Gwen corrected
me to kneel with my ass in the air and not to use my hands to eat. She told
me to expect to be in that position many times this weekend. That gave me
decidedly mixed emotions. Despite my heart being filled with joy every time
I filled one of their orders, this one was tough. Eating face down and ass
up like an animal was not a choice I enjoyed. On the other hand, hearing
that I would be spending quality time in this position was good. I began to
think about was that meant. Certainly both my bottom holes were accessible
so hopefully that meant I'd get good and fucked. But it also exposed me to
all forms of impact play. That in itself wasn't an issue, but given Gwen's
creativity, I was sure I had not experienced all her methods. That meant
there might be some I didn't enjoy.  Having my head down also meant I might
me kissing her feet or sucking her toes. Neither was horrendously
objectionable as they showed my submission, but I can't say I enjoyed the
act. It was best to just concentrate on eating. I'm sure I would need my
strength later. I did sneak a peek at Gwen's shapely legs while I was
trying not to cover my face with mashed potatoes. That vision allayed some
of my apprehension as dreaming of being between them always calmed me and
dinner proceeded without incident, except my pussy juicing up. But I am
sure you assumed that would happen.

After dinner I was allowed to stand and then I was ordered to do the dishes
and clean up the kitchen. Both Gwen and Thomas left and I was quick to
begin my household duties. I felt weird to be doing this naked, or almost
naked, instead of wearing some skimpy maid's outfit. It hardly mattered as
my maid's outfits left little to the imagination, but the lack of clothing
did fuel my brain to think in more sexual terms about what might happen
next. If they had domestic duties planned for me, I doubt they would have
had me strip. At least that is what I told myself.

Thomas was the first to appear back in the kitchen. He was dressed very
casually. Sweat pants and a T-shirt indicated to me that he was not
planning to go out tonight. He looked freshly showered. Not that I cared as
I loved the smell of man who had worked all day, but perhaps Dean and Liz
were coming here. He told me Gwen would be in soon and that I should wait
in the kitchen. He also inspected my work on the dishes (in the dishwasher
and running) and putting away the pans and wiping down the counters. He
said I had done an acceptable job, although he did point out one spot on
the counter he said Gwen would chastise me for missing. I quickly wiped it
up.

I would have loved for him to bend me over the counter and fuck me as his
reward for helping me pass inspection. Heck, I would have loved for him to
fuck my mouth like he had done to Liz. When he told me to bend of her the
kitchen table and spread my ass cheeks I thought I had won the lottery. But
then he said to hold that position until Gwen arrived and walked out of the
room. One thing I can say about my dominant couple, they know how to
disappoint and excite me at the same time.

I don't know how he could resist my spread pussy and ass in front of
him. My libido was on boil, which I suppose was the point. Having my tits
mashed against the table wasn't helping as my nipples rubbed the surface
with any motion my body made and I was acutely aware that I was very
defenseless in this position. But that only made me love them more. My high
heels meant I didn't have to strain to achieve the proper height. Resting
chest down wasn't really that uncomfortable. Reaching back and spreading my
cheeks wasn't relaxing as it stressed my shoulders, wrists and fingers, but
it wasn't too bad. I even toyed with the idea of stretching enough to touch
my labia. In my mind I wanted to check if they were engorged and my pussy
was wet as I was sure that is how my Mistress would want her pet's pussy to
present itself. But whom was I kidding? That would just be for my pleasure
and I already knew my arousal state.

Gwen did not return for about half an hour. It was mental torture waiting
for her. I would have loved for Thomas or Bruce to come in and play with
me, but to have to wait, exposed and ready, but ultimately unfulfilled was
terrible and nerve wracking. When she did arrive, I couldn't see her, but I
recognized her perfume. I also recognized her middle finger as it slid into
my overheated pussy.

"No resistance my wet slut," she exclaimed triumphantly. "You must have
been thinking dirty thoughts."

"Just thinking of you, Mistress," I replied. I also wiggled my butt as she
held her finger inside of me. I noticed immediately her action was the same
as Thomas' who held his cock in my mouth, but didn't move it. Was this some
dastardly plan they had for me tonight? Just to tease me, but not use me?
That was a horrifying thought and I quickly put it out of my mind. Of
course they were going to use me in every way I could think. That made me
smile. But Gwen continued to just told her finger still.

After about 30 seconds of letting me wonder about her plan, she pulled her
finger out of me and grabbed my hair. She pulled hard and told me to
stand. She could have just given me the command, but asserting her
dominance and causing some pain certainly helped my arousal, not that it
needed any real help, but I did feel a surge of energy through my body. As
I stood, I got a view of the way she was dressed. And I liked it.

You might rightly assume she was dressed in full dominatrix gear ready to
spend the night giving her slave the session of her dreams, but you would
be wrong. She was dressed in clubwear, although her preference to being in
charge was not in doubt. First off, she was dressed in black from top to
bottom. And she was wearing leather. She was wearing a mini-dress that came
to her upper-thigh. Of course she wore stockings. I couldn't see whether
they were stay-up or she had a garter, but I assumed the latter. They were
fishnets. I had not seen her wear those before. I liked them. She also had
on thigh high boots with a thick, but tall heel. The effect was to draw
your eye into the top of the boot to look at the stockings only exposed for
about three inches. The affect made my mouth water.

The top of the dress had a deeply scooped bodice exposing a generous
expanse of her magnificent cleavage. It obviously had a built in bra
because her tits appeared to defy gravity and there was no additional
straps except for a pair of the dress' straps. But what straps they
were. About a half-inch wide, instead of going just over the shoulder, the
straps crossed above her breasts forming a diamond shape before going over
her shoulder and affixing in the back. The affect was to call even more
attention to her cleavage. Given the rest of her outfit was black, right
down to the fishnet opera gloves she now pulled on, the white skin expanse
of her chest stood out like a billboard saying "look at me." My mouth
watered at the thought of burying my face between her dirty pillows, but
her impeccable make-up told me doing anything to ruin her look would be met
with scorn.

"As you can guess, I am going out tonight. You will stay home with Thomas
and see to his needs," she told me. I could only hope his needs aligned
with my needs. She then walked around the kitchen inspecting it. I held my
lips together tightly out of a sense both of dread and anticipation. Part
of me wanted to pass the scrutiny and since Thomas gave me a pre-inspection
I felt confident I could please my Mistress by meeting her high standard of
excellence. But part of me also wanted to fail. Gwen might have been dress
to go out, but even though she didn't have on a classic BDSM outfit, there
was no mistaking her for anything but what she was. And that made me want
her to punish me before she left. Or even if she didn't want to be physical
because she was already perfectly made up, a bit of verbal degradation
wouldn't be too bad. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) she found my
kitchen cleaning acceptable. I figured she was just in a hurry to
leave. But as had been the case since we met, she surprised me by
understanding me needs even more than I did. I watched in amazement as she
opened a drawer and pulled out a dog collar and leash. How did she know? My
pussy gushed as she put the collar around my neck.

"Follow me," was all she said and we headed toward the back door.

The leash was about six feel long. She held it slung over her right
shoulder. I stayed far enough behind her that she could keep tension on
it. She also had to tug it a few times. She knew I would follow her
anywhere, but I don't know if she understood I stayed that far behind her
so I could watch her ass and she walked in front of me. God how I wished
she was staying home tonight. But slaves can't be choosy about when their
owners use them or what manner that takes. I was grateful for any attention
she desired to give me. Maybe she had a similar outfit laid out for me and
her saying I was staying home was just a ruse. Or maybe she would let me
put on a show pleasuring myself for her. My entire focus at that time was
lusting after her body and how I could serve her. As it turned out, none of
my fantasies were true and she was really going out without either Thomas
or me that night. But at least she did give me a bit of attention first.

Once in my dungeon home, Gwen made quick work of securing me face-first to
the X-frame. I couldn't imagine us having a long session or her wanting to
break a sweat. Finally I was right about something. She did give me a very
brief, hard finger fuck, but her primary purpose was to give me ten lashes
with a cane. She told me this wasn't because I was displeased at all, but
was to "get her in character" for her trip to the club. "That must be some
kind of club," I remember thinking. She said she wanted to hear me
scream. That was never a problem when I was caned. I hated it. Five strokes
on the back of each of my thighs provided her with plenty of expressions of
pain to fill her ears for hours. Her insistence that I thank her for each
one should have sufficed to reinforce her need to be called Mistress and
set the mood. My rapid breathing between each stroke showed her I wasn't
just acting. She really was hurting me. Hurting me so good as the song
goes.

When she was done she rubbed my ass with her left hand as she inspected the
welts she gave me with her right. Later I would look in a mirror and see
that she was very skilled in giving me parallel strokes with the cane. Each
welt was distinct on my thigh, parallel to the ones next to it. They also
lined with their counterpart on my opposite thigh. I didn't know how long
they would last, but I knew Thomas would see them soon enough.

After she released me, Gwen told me to go to the bathroom and make sure I
took care of both pee and poop. That kind of sounded ominous. When I
returned, she gave me a tiny leather apron that covered from my belly
button (at least that was the level she had me tie it at, my pussy and
about three inches of thigh. She also gave me a leather push-up demi bra to
wear. The apron left my ass exposed, not that a thong or panties would have
covered much and neither would hid the cane marks. The bra gave me a
healthy expanse of cleavage, although not as impressive as my Mistress was
showing. Other than having to compare myself to her, I must say I looked
hot. I was looking at myself in the mirror and not paying attention to her
until she told me to lift the apron. She then held out a strange looking
piece of clothing that kind of looked like a g-string. I expected her to
hand it to me to step into, but instead she held the front portion up for
me to see. It looked very firm.

"This will keep you pure until I return," she said proudly. As she pressed
it tightly to my naked pussy, I realized what it was. The front panel was
firm and molded itself over my pussy. It was a chastity device. There were
three thin leather straps attached at the corners. Gwen told me to drop the
apron and hold the device firmly against me. When I did, she pulled the top
two straps around my hips. It was a very snug fit. The straps clipped into
something behind me that I could not see. When I questioned her she told me
it was a lock to prevent the device from being removed. She told me it had
been custom made for me so it could fit like a glove. She then grabbed the
third strap and pulled it between my legs. Its shape was different. The
side straps were flat. The center strap was triangular. I couldn't really
see it, but I could feel as it went up my butt crack that it slid between
my cheeks in the center, but felt flat on the top. It also effectively
sealed my asshole from being touched. It was just barely long enough to
lock into place. It was very tight. The strap dug into my butt checks and
the front panel was snug enough not to move at all. Basically it would be a
constant reminder of my status, but there would be no way to sexually
relieve myself. I both hated and loved it.

"Thomas doesn't have the key by the way," Mistress Gwen informed me. "A
vibe on the front will not give you much relief. The Hitachi might get you
off, but mostly it will tease you. Maybe if you are good, he will let you
sit on the Sybian. At least then you have a fighting chance to cum. I
shouldn't be gone more than three or four hours." She then kissed me
lightly on the cheek (can't have her mess up her lipstick, can we) and
headed for the door. She paused to tell me Thomas was expecting me in the
living room and then disappeared out the door.

Once I was alone I had to test the effectiveness of the chastity belt. My
fingers did little to garner any stimulation. I was tempted to sit on the
Sybian, but I was afraid I'd never be able to tear myself away from
it. Instead I did the right thing and headed back to the main house. As
Gwen had told me, Thomas was lounging in the living room watching a movie
on TV. When he saw me, he waved me over. I had no real expectation about
what he planned, other than I would not be getting any real
satisfaction. Still, conceptually being teased for three hours until Gwen
returned had a certain positive expectation. But teasing me wasn't first on
Thomas' agenda. He paused his movie and then we actually talked business.

It was surreal sitting next to my boss, having a pleasant corporate
discussion while I was nearly naked and wearing a chastity belt. Thomas led
the conversation as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I did
my best to act professional as if we were sitting in a conference room
discussing strategy. Fortunately Mistress had not plugged me or inserted an
egg before sealing my pussy and ass. If she had done that, it would have
been impossible to have this, admittedly difficult conversation. I am not
sure I even really said anything of value, but about ten minutes later
Thomas finished what he wanted to discuss and turned his movie back on. I
wasn't sure what to do. I was sitting like an equal on the couch, but I
certainly wasn't an equal in our dynamic. I felt like I should slide down
to the floor or excuse myself to the kitchen until he called for me. For
several minutes I felt an uneasy tension between us, although Thomas made
no gesture or expression that indicated he felt the same way. I was
relieved when he asked me to get him a beer. That gave me an excuse to
stand up and when I returned with his bottle and a glass on a small
silver-serving tray I found in the kitchen, I was decided to not sit down
again unless he gave me express permission.

I was holding the tray in both hands and I stood in front of him, but not
directly in front of him so I didn't block the TV. I then bent at the waist
as I had been taught so the tray and his sudsy refreshment would be at a
level he could grasp. That position also exposed the tops of my breasts to
his gaze should he wish to look. He glanced at me, not staring at the
vision of sexual energy I felt I was displaying, and began to grab the
bottle. Then he stopped.

"Stand back up for a moment," he commanded me. Immediately I stood straight
up. He then also stood up. "There is one more thing I require beside this
beer," he told me without specifying what he wanted me to get. When he
started taking off his sweatpants I guessed my next duty.

Thomas sat down on the couch and I once again bent over to serve his
beer. If the tray had not been in the way, I could have gotten a good look
at his cock. As it was, I cockblocked my vision, but it didn't matter.

"Take the tray back to the kitchen and then sit down next to me," he said.

I hurriedly returned the tray and then sprinted back to the living
room. Thomas was now stroking his cock to hardness. He had about a
half-staff working. I was hoping seeing me again would help. I sat down
next to him as instructed. He corrected me to move a bit to my left (away
from him) and then put his hand on my head and pulled me down to his
waiting cock. It deliciously slipped into my mouth. I brought my left hand
down and cupped his balls, then I stroked his cock, now wet and slippery
with my saliva. While this did help his growing erection, it did not meet
with his complete satisfaction.

"Put your arms behind your back. Just use your tongue."

I could do that. I would have rather he bound me because, well, I love the
feeling of cuffs, but I could just hold my wrists together too. I started
bouncing my mouth up and down his hard shaft, but he corrected that too,

"Just hold my cock in your mouth. Just apply enough suck pressure to keep
me hard. But don't try to make me cum."

That was a new one for me. It was actually tough to take as much of him as
I could without taking too much and gagging. I also wasn't sure exactly
what I could do to keep him hard. He sat there watching his movie, petting
my head like I was his loyal dog, all the while keeping his cock in my
mouth, but not really doing anything with it. If our office conversation
had been weird, this was weirder. He wanted me to just lie there. Had he
been my boyfriend and I didn't have a mouthful of dick, using his lap as a
pillow would have been very comfortable and relaxing. But this was not
relaxing. It was stressful because I had to continually redouble my effort
to make sure I was positioned properly and that my hands were where he
wanted them. My jaw also began to get sore from being locked in the same
position.

"I'd fuck you," he told me, "if my wife had not used that damn chastity
belt."

I wanted to tell him he could still fuck my mouth, but I didn't dare as I
was sure he had thought of that already. I was just a pawn in their game
that night. Fortunately, the game changed soon after. The doorbell rang and
Thomas told me to answer it. It was the first time I had been sent to the
door in a compromising outfit. I started to protest, but then I realized he
must have expected that and undoubtedly my services, restricted as they
were, must have been on the menu. I was not surprised that Dean and Liz
were on the other side of the door. Liz gave me a big hug and then a quick
kiss. She then moved past me and disappeared toward the living room. Dean
was slower. He took his time looking at my outfit and had me spin. He also
commented on my stripes given to me by Gwen. I had forgotten about them
since Thomas didn't mention them, but they must have still been visible.

Dean put his arm around my waist, after closing the door, and escorted me
back to the living room. Liz, professional slut that she is, was already
slurping down Thomas' cock I had prepared. She was also using her right
hand. I guess I was special to only be allowed to use my mouth.

"Susan get our guests a drink," Thomas instructed me. Dean told Liz to stop
being greedy and to undress both him and herself. I took their drink orders
(beer and wine) and headed to the kitchen again. When I returned, I planned
to make the same show of bending over to present the tray, but I paused,
visibly shaken, if only for a moment.

Liz was sitting between the two men. Her legs were splayed wide open over
the inside leg of each guy. Her pussy was on the edge of the cushion,
glistening and tempting. Both guys were hard and she was slowly stroking
them, I assume to keep them that way until it was time to fuck. Yes, I was
jealous. I mean, I know she has been in service to them longer than I have,
but why should she have all the fun? Dean took his beer and then told me to
help Liz drink her wine. I cautiously set the tray on the coffee table and
then bent forward again so all concerned could look down my cleavage. I
then held the wine glass to her lips and carefully let her sip it. I wanted
to pour some over her breasts and lick it off, but I suppressed that urge.

It took her several minutes to finish her wine. She wasn't in a hurry
although my back was getting tired of holding that position. By the time
she finished, Dean and Thomas were done with their beers. Nobody wanted a
refill so I took the empties to the kitchen. When I returned, Liz's mouth
was once again wrapped around Thomas' cock, only this time she was kneeling
on the floor and Dean was pounding her from behind. Now I was
super-jealous. I was told to stand at attention in case they needed
anything. That was infuriating. I was stuck watching, listening and
smelling them fuck, yet could do nothing to join or even stimulate myself.

I had to stand at attention watching until Dean slapped her ass and pulled
his cock out of her pussy. That seemed to be a signal because Thomas pulled
his cock out of her mouth. He then ordered me to my knees. Dean presented
his Liz flavored cock to me to clean off. He then went and sat on the couch
while Thomas took the opportunity to face fuck me for thirty seconds or
so. I loved that, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. Liz was
already balls deep on Dean before Thomas left me and got behind her. My
brief taste of cock inflamed my desires even more. No doubt that was
planned. I was really not enjoying tonight's game.

The three of them were going at it with passion and fervor. I desperately
wanted to be involved. I thought about popping my tits free of the severe
bra so at least I could squeeze my nipples. I probably couldn't cum, but at
least it would be something. But then Liz pulled her head free and begged
Dean for permission to cum. Instantly I was focused on her as we both
awaited his response. While Dean was still controlling himself, apparently
her heart felt plea for orgasm either caught Thomas off guard or inspired
him, because out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grab her hips a little
tighter, slam his cock all the way in and held her like that. I could tell
from his expression that he was cumming. I could tell Liz was struggling
with all her might not to.

If she was mad at him for giving her a creampie, she didn't show it. When
Thomas pulled out he availed himself of my mouth to clean him off just as
Dean had done. He also mentioned that he had made a bit of a mess and that
I should take care of my sister slave as well before she dripped on the
carpet. That seemed like a stupid excuse to have me eat her pussy,
especially when it contained a taste treat from my Master. At first I knelt
behind her, but that position really didn't work so I laid on my back so
her pussy was hovered over my mouth. A few nice droplets of Master's jizz
dripped into my mouth. I made the yummy sound to make sure everyone
involved knew what I was doing. Once Liz realized the position I had taken,
she squatted down a bit so my mouth was plastered over her pussy. I stuck
my tongue in as deep as I could. Her moan was music to my ears. Dean told
her to resume sucking.

While my main task was to clean her pussy of my Master's cum, I wasn't
about to pass up this opportunity to try and make her cum without
permission. She sensed pretty quickly that was what I was doing and
complained to both men. I expected them to tell me to knock it off and do
my job. Instead Dean told her to grind herself on my face until she came. I
knew that wouldn't take too long and she took his direction literally and
rubbed her cunt all over my face. Sure I understood if she had pressed down
on my mouth and had me give attention to her clit, but instead she slid her
leaking snatch all over my face. I think she even fucked my nose for a
moment, but mostly she slimed me. One benefit of her rocking my nose
against her labia was I got a great smell of her heat. That was a huge turn
on. But all good thing must come to an end and too soon she was back
rocking over my mouth. I tried my best to capture her clit, and while I
didn't think I succeeded, at least not as well as I at hoped, she did cum
on my face.

I hoped my Master was proud of me as she sat and quivered on top of my
head. Her moans and shrieks were music to my eyes. Somehow playing out this
scene here was more exciting than our previous encounters in the
office. Maybe it was because without the worry of getting caught, I could
enjoy the experience more. Or maybe it was because I was performing with my
new Master and well as Master Dean and sister Liz. Maybe it was because I
couldn't touch myself so I was forced to concentrate on her. Whatever the
reason, I really enjoyed having her grind herself to orgasm on my face.

I expected Dean to allow himself to cum soon. He had such great
self-control. I really admired his ability to delay his orgasm almost
indefinitely. It was a tiring trait when he was fucking you, but also very
special. I expected him to dump a load down Liz's throat. She had certainly
earned it. But instead he told her to stand up and then told me to get on
my knees. I wasn't about to question his desire to give me his cum. I knelt
and opened my mouth while he began to stroke his cock in front of me. But
before he shot, I felt my Master's hands pulling at my hair and wrapping it
around my face. It was then I felt the hot, sticky splatter of man nectar
hit my hair. I felt three spurts and then Master pulled my hair away before
four more splatted against my chest, rebounded up to my chin and lower lip
and then dripped down my cleavage tunnel. That was a first for me.

Reflexively I started to raise my hands to wipe away his jizz, but Master
grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. "Liz, there is a set of
cuffs in the coffee table drawer. Grab them for me," Thomas instructed
her. As I said, I love being cuffed, even if it meant I couldn't wipe away
a huge load of cum from my face, chest and now drying in my hair. I
submissively held my wrists behind my back in anticipation of Master
securing them. He did efficiently. Then he grabbed my ass. "I really wanted
to fuck to tonight. Maybe tomorrow."

I was still hoping tonight wasn't finished. I noticed that in the same
drawer where Liz had retrieved the cuffs, there was also a Hitachi Wand. I
know understood why Mistress Gwen had made a point to mention it earlier. I
assumed the next part of their plan was to tease me with it. But when she
asked Dean, in a little girl voice I had not heard before, if she could use
it on herself, I realized maybe there wasn't some overarching plan after
all. Maybe they had all just been reacting to the situation put forward by
Gwen securing my holes before she left.

Dean agreed to her request. Having just spent a huge load, he probably
would have agreed to most anything except being pegged. Liz began to search
for a plug. Thomas told me to stand and removed my apron. He then told me
to sit on the couch. When Liz approached he whispered in her ear. She
looked at me and a devious smile formed on her lips. Then she looked at my
chastity plate. I assumed she had worn one before, but maybe this was
something new Gwen had just bought. Liz didn't waste and time climbing over
my legs and pressing the bulbous head of the Hitachi over the chastity
belt. It's position over my clit would have been glorious, had the
vibrations not been deflected around my most sensitive spot and to the
edges of my sex. He did not have the same restriction. Once she had it
powerful vibrating head positioned against me, she slid forward and pressed
herself against it.

As sensitive as she was from her previous climax, she was soon bucking
against me forcing the Hitachi against the hard plate of my chastity belt
and then by extension her own pussy. I hoped she would cum quickly because
the vibrations were maddening. I knew they would never be direct enough to
get me off. Heck, the head was right over my clit, but I only could feel
the gentlest kiss of the wand. It was just enough to tease me as Mistress
had predicted. Liz was becoming increasingly expressive of the pleasure she
was feeling. While holding the wand with one hand, she showed her dexterity
by reaching up and feeding me her left nipple. She didn't have to tell me
to start sucking. I knew how much we both responded to nipple sucking and I
figured if I did well, she would cum quicker and then she would turn off
the infuriating wand.

I begged Master Thomas to take off the chastity belt and let me cum. I
pledged that I would do anything he desired if he would let me cum. But
where is the fun of that if he had given into my desire. Especially since
he had already cum himself. My pleas were unanswered, but Liz came soon
after I began begging. I like to think my confession of need triggered her
own release of desire, but we never talked about it to confirm that. A
short time later she and Dean got dressed and I escorted them to the
door. It was tough for me to be a good host and open the door since my
hands were still cuffed behind me. I was also now bottomless as my apron
still sat on the floor next to the couch. I didn't care if anybody was
looking. I was beyond that. I needed to cum and if someone off the street
burst in because they thought I was in trouble, maybe they could get this
damn chastity belt off me. The guy's cum had dried in my hair and on my
face and chest. I looked at myself in the hall mirror before returning to
the living room. I looked like I was the one who had fucked two
guys. That's not to say I didn't like the reflection. The well-used slut
look appealed to me. It's just I wish I had been well used instead of what
had happened.

Back in the living room Thomas was tidying up. He helped me put my apron
back on, although I didn't understand why it was needed. Of course I didn't
ask. It wasn't my place to question him. He did remove the cuffs. I watched
him place the cuffs and the Hitachi back into the table drawer. He then had
me straighten the cushions on the couch. While I was bent over fixing the
cushion, he slapped my ass. I held my position and said, "Thank you."

He then proceeded to give me a firm, but loving spanking. I was totally
confused by what was happening. I counted out the strokes. Odd strokes on
my right butt cheek, evens on the left. Fifty total strokes on each
cheek. My ass was on fire and tears now completed the look on my face. My
mascara was running undoubtedly and probably my foundation was breaking
down as well. Thomas never said this was punishment for anything, but after
it was over, he did comment that my ass now matched my thighs. I had been
so focused on everything else, I had forgotten that I still felt heat on
the backs of my thighs where Gwen had canned me before leaving. That pain
had faded and my ass cheeks were now my focus, but I am sure the coloring
was similar. Thomas then ran his fingers down the backs of my thighs. It
was only then I could tell the cane strokes had raised into actual welts.

Thomas instructed me to sit down. That was easier said than done as I
gingerly put my ass on the cool leather sofa. He took his movie out of the
blu-ray player and popped in something else. After hitting play he told me
Gwen had sent a text and would be home in about 20-25 minutes as she was
leaving the club now. He also said he was going to be going to bed. That
confused me more as I figured both he and Gwen would finally play with
me. But like so many assumptions I made about my new owners, I always
seemed to be wrong. I told him I hoped he slept well (actually I was lying
because I wanted him to have insomnia until he came back and fucked me) and
turn my attention to the screen.

The new movie was very personal as it was me and a recording of my
activities in the dungeon. Needless to say, I had to find a way to
stimulate myself as I relived my encounters, not including tonight's
caning. The only thing I could think to do was to fish my nipples out of
the bra and play with them. I could have spanked myself, but my ass hurt
too much to do that again. I suppose I could have humped the edge of the
table, but that would have been as fruitless as the Hitachi had been. My
nipple stimulation wouldn't bring me to orgasm, but at least it was
something new and enjoyable. At this point I was basically teasing myself
the way Liz had done, but I didn't care. Mistress Gwen had obviously
planned my evening as a way to get me desperate for her and I was happy to
advance that state. I was pretty sure I would get to the edge by touching,
pinching and tugging my nipples. If that meant I was more amenable to
whatever other plans she had for me, so much the better, although if her
plan was to go to sleep like her husband had, she had better bind me again
or I was going to find a way to get off.

The nipple encouragement worked even better than I hoped, that is to say I
wasn't focused on the heat from my ass, the stripes on my thighs or the
damn chastity belt protecting my naughty bits. Pleasure from my nips flowed
through my body along with a bit of pain when I pinched or pulled them. I
had to do that to keep from getting too out of control. I had been watching
myself on the TV, but the more I toyed with my nipples, the less focused
the TV became. I was slumped back into the couch with my feet on the table
and my eyes closed when the clearing of a throat brought me back to
reality. My Mistress, looking as sexy as when she left but now with a very
stern look on her face was staring at me. I didn't hear the garage door
open.

"I won't ask what you were doing because I know very well what you are
feeling," she said. She then pulled a small key on a chain out of her tiny
black purse. "I know this is what you want, but you can't have it just
yet."

I'm sure she could see my disappointment. I also vocalized a disgusted huff
when she told me to tuck my nipples back into my bra. They were now very
sensitive so rubbing against the leather of the bra was going to be similar
to my playing with them. Now I just needed to earn that key. I was prepared
to go down on Gwen, of course, or even have her add her own hand prints to
those left by her husband. That wasn't my first choice given the heat still
emanating from my skin, but if that was what it took, so be it.  Instead
she just ordered me to get her a drink. She wanted a martini. I hurried to
the kitchen.

I returned a few minutes later with my familiar tray and an anticipation of
flashing her when I bent over to deliver her drink. I found my Mistress
still watching me on the TV. I had assumed she had already watched this
video. If she had, she was watching it again, this time with her hand under
her skirt. Actually I assumed she masturbated the first time she watched it
too, but I wasn't complaining.

"You really do photograph well," she told me proudly. "We shall have to
borrow a better camera and some lights so we can record your submission
with better quality."

I wanted to tell her I thought the quality was fine, but again, I didn't
want to cross her or Thomas. I bent over to deliver her glass. She
complemented my remembering to always bend at the waist. She also told me
that if I played the part of a proper maid for a little while longer, I
would be rewarded. That was hardly a problem, although I didn't understand
exactly what she meant. Surely she wasn't going to have me clean the house
in my current state. I told her I was prepared to do whatever Mistress
required. She responded, "That is always the correct answer." She then
pulled her fingers out from beneath her dress and had me lick them clean.

Finger two tasted wonderful as my Mistress always did. But finger three has
a different flavor. I couldn't put my mind on it, but it tasted
different. I looked at my Mistress' eyes as I sucked her digits clean. She
stared back at me, but didn't say anything. Just then the doorbell rang.

"Off you go," she commanded me as she pulled her hand back and waved toward
the door.

I wasn't surprised that Dean and Liz had come over earlier, but I couldn't
imagine whom this might be. I didn't picture one of the other partners
coming over this late, plus Gwen was obviously expecting whoever it was. I
stood behind the door and paused trying to catch my breath. In fact I took
two deep breaths before I reached for the knob. Apparently the person on
the other side was impatient because the doorbell rang again. I opened the
door and immediately thought the person must have the wrong house. Staring
back at me in her own skimpy clubwear was an innocent looking blonde. She
couldn't have been more than 21 years old and definitely looked like she
had no idea what she was getting herself into. She asked if this was Gwen's
house. I said it was. She didn't make a move to walk in, just yet. She was
looking at me as if she was appraising whether she wanted to come in at
all. In my unkempt and dried cum covered state, I felt extra dirty by her
stares. I was one thing to have Dean and Liz see me like this (and
contribute to the look) but it was something else to involve a square from
outside the scene.

Then I remembered Mistress telling me I had to act like a proper maid for a
while. "Miss Gwen (I carefully did not say Mistress in case this innocent
was really as green as she seemed) is waiting for you in the living room if
you would like to follow me."

The poor girl was obviously struggling with her decision. Finally, she
walked through the door and I shut it. Then I locked it. She quickly spun
and looked at the lock. I think she was checking out if it was a key lock
or a regular deadbolt in case she had to make a hasty retreat. It was a
regular deadbolt, in case you were wondering. I think my dungeon is the
only room you can get locked in, although there might be other secret rooms
I had not discovered yet.

I led her through the hall. I could feel her eyes burning through me as my
red ass and striped thighs came into view. I must say the feeling of
euphoria I felt from exposing my status to someone I perceived to be
outside the scene was intoxicating. When we reached the living room, Gwen
stood up as if this situation was completely normal.

"Susan, meet Beth," she exclaimed. I put forward my hand to shake hers. She
seemed hesitant. She was probably wondering if I had washed them
recently. I had since I washed them before making Mistress' drink, but she
didn't know that.

"Beth, what kind of drink can Susan bring you?"

Beth looked confused and after a pause and a few ums, responded that she
would have whatever Gwen was having. I didn't picture her as a martini kind
of gal, but it wasn't my place to question her decision. I thanked her for
her order (trying to play up the formal maid position) and retreated to the
safety of the kitchen. God how I wished my pussy was accessible. Beth was a
little young for me, but damn she was cute. I didn't understand what
Mistress was doing with someone so inexperienced, but she had the face of
an angel so I guess that was all that mattered to Gwen.

When I returned with the drink the two of them were talking like old
friends. The TV had been paused. To my horror the image was when I had been
tied face down and was getting assfucked. I really couldn't imagine what
Beth was thinking about me as I bent over once again to deliver the
glass. I noticed she focused her gaze of my expansive cleavage (she was at
best a b-cup) and I wondered if she could detect the dried cum. Again I
felt like a dirty whore on display. A dirty whore that desperately wanted
her Mistress to do nasty things to her and make her cum over and over.

I stood at attention before them as I had not been dismissed yet. Beth
sipped her drink cautiously. I don't think she was accustomed to something
so strong. Gwen finished hers and dismissed me back to the kitchen with the
admonition to "Make a pitcher this time."

This time in the kitchen I had to try to rub my pussy against the corner of
the table. I was so hot from exposing my true self to this unknowing young
girl that I had to try to get off. Of course it didn't work and I hated
myself for being so weak to even try something so desperate. I quickly
return to my task of making a pitcher full of martinis. They would be a
little weaker since I don't think I got the mix quite right, but I doubted
it would matter. Gwen was obviously trying to get this girl drunk so she
could take advantage of her. It was a good plan. The girl was tiny. Maybe
105 pounds soaking wet. She probably was already feeling the affects of her
first drink. I peeked at them before I returned with their drinks. Beth was
intently watching Gwen as she talked, but then she would turn her head and
look at the TV. Mistress unpaused the video and Beth was greeted with the
sounds of my moans as Bruce's friend fucked me.

Tonight had already been interesting and I could see it was going to stay
that way. I started walking back with the pitcher on the tray.