Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 11:49:52 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 11

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 11
By
Tappy McWidestance

I felt good after my encounters with Steve and Tony that I was on track to
become a partner, although I didn't hear any news for a couple of days.
Being prone to worry, that concerned me. But Thursday I got word that I had
indeed progressed to the next and final round of interviews to be held next
Tuesday. If all went well in just over a week I would celebrate the
culmination of my legal career.

Although I wasn't told, I heard through the grapevine that Mike, another
senior associate in the firm, was the other finalist. He would be a
formidable rival unless they decide to add two partners. But that seemed
unlikely so I spent the day thinking about what I could offer, besides the
obvious, to the firm that he could not. I was sure I could beat him on the
merits and felt confident on my abilities.

Friday afternoon, Thomas, the founding partner, stopped by my office at
2pm. He told me he wanted to talk to me about my possible promotion. I took
a deep breath and wondered if he wanted a blowjob or wanted to fuck me. I
gave him a smile and said "Of course, sir." I started to stand up so I
could walk in front of my desk. He pulled a piece of paper out of his
pocket.

"Here is my address. Be there at 8pm tonight. No need to dress up. Just
jeans and a t-shirt is fine." He handed me the folded sheet of paper and
then turned and walked out of the room. I sat back down in my chair.
Actually I slumped down in my chair. I must admit I wondered if Steve and
Tony would share their knowledge about my predisposition to sexual
encounters. I also wondered how Thomas and Jeff (the remaining of the four
partners) would react. Jeff was pretty intense and had flirted with me in
the past. I kind of guessed he had been the one to fuck me in the
bathroom. Thomas was much older than the other three. I wondered if he
would care at all. He was on his second marriage having chosen a much
younger trophy wife after his first marriage failed. I had never noticed
him checking out any of the female staff so I figured his new wife kept him
worn out. But maybe he had a dark side to him as well. Maybe he wanted me
at their house to share me with his wife. I admit that thought excited me
and I began to get damp. I decided to do some quick research. I went to see
Liz.

If anybody would know Thomas' private schedule it would be Liz. She told me
she wasn't sure but thought Thomas' wife usually went clubbing with friend
on Friday nights. Obviously Thomas was not beyond cheating on his wife (the
grapevine had rumors that was the reason his first wife left him) so I
figured he just wanted to test my resolve before the formal interview. I
didn't care. John would be had work and I had needs. I worried about what
to wear. Yes Thomas had told me to be extremely casual. Was that because he
intended to strip me quickly so dressing up would be a waste of time? On
the other hand, I preferred to dress at least in business casual because if
this turned out to be an actual interview, I didn't want to be wearing just
jeans. I even thought about wearing one of my court suits. But in the end,
I followed his recommendation. I did choose very tight jeans that showcased
how tight a butt I had. Even if I was going to be casual I wanted to show
off a bit. I wore heeled sandals. Not high, only about two inches, but I
figured in these jeans tightening up my calves a bit was a good plan. I
didn't go with a t-shirt, but wore a loose fitting blouse that I tied at
the bottom exposing my midriff. I'm not sure why I chose that, but when
Thomas had mentioned wearing jeans, I thought of Hee-Haw. If I was wrong, I
could always untie it and tuck it in.

I fretted about it, but decided not to wear a bra. I was pretty confident
what Thomas had in mind for the evening and figured showing off my nipples
wasn't a bad idea. I did wear a thong just in case I had misjudged him and
he really did just want to talk about the partnership. Of course it was
damp before I left my place and soaked as I arrived at Thomas' house. The
grinding of my crotch against the tight jeans was very pleasurable. My mind
had been racing the entire drive over. When I arrived I noticed two cars
parked in the street in front of his house. I did not recognize either.

I was nervous when I rang the doorbell. My mind had been working the
scenarios about what would happen. Some outcomes I considered bad, some
were good and some might even be classified as fantasies. Thomas opened the
door and waved me in. He was dressed casually, in sweat pants and a
t-shirt. They seemed out of place on a man his age. He looked me up and
down and said, "You dress down nicely." He showed me to the living room and
asked me to sit. He then offered me a drink, which I gratefully accepted.

"I think you know why you are here tonight, Susan," he began, "so I won't
mince words or make small talk."

I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad opening line yet.

"Steve and Tony gave you a glowing review and of course I have heard the
rumors about the party. We are looking for a partner who can be a team
player. Are you willing to be a team player, Susan?"

I didn't hesitate to respond truthfully. I may have wanted the partnership
months ago as a career achievement, and it still would be that, but now I
also had the emotional need to serve these powerful men in a sexual
capacity. If I had to chose between the two options, if I would have chosen
the submission route, although I didn't want to let on to that.

"Thomas," I began my response trying to sound confident, as a good lawyer
should, "I know I can be a great asset to the partnership team. But make no
mistake, I intend to be a full partner and continue doing the casework
associated with that position. At the same time, as you are aware, I have a
certain zest for living (I didn't want to come out and say I am a
submissive) that I need to satisfy from time to time (I was setting the
stage for not being their full time sex toy) and if you and the other
partners can fill that role from time to time (reiterating not a full time
thing) I would not be adverse to a suitable arrangement (I would get to
chose the terms) from being struck."

I know, that probably sounded stupid. It was lawyerspeak for I didn't just
want to be their fucktoy. I wanted to be a full partner and if they
happened to fuck me from time to time, that was fine. At least Thomas
didn't laugh in my face at the outrageousness of my counter offer. He
paused as if to think.

"Pending the successful completion of a thorough interview tonight, you
would have my vote. But I must warn you; I am not the deciding
factor. Steve and Tony are on your side obviously. I have not talked to
Jeff yet. But he spoke highly of you after the party so I assume you have
his support."

Thomas didn't come out and say Jeff had been Batman, but I think it was
safe to say he had already taken me. That was fine with me. Jeff fucks
well.

"As you probably know, Mike has also been on the partnership track. I will
be honest with you, he is very qualified as a lawyer. He is probably more
qualified than you."

What I heard Thomas saying was they wanted me as the firm's sex slave, but
not as a partner. I tried to play it cool and not react. He was probably be
looking for that. At the same time, my pussy gushed a bit thinking about
just being passed around the partners without having to worry about the
legal work I normally did. He didn't say that, of course, but that was how
I interpreted it.

"Whatever the outcome of the process, by the end of next week we will
announce who gets the promotion."

I assumed that meant they wanted to use me for at least a week. I didn't
know if that meant I had a week to prove myself or they just wanted to have
their fun assuming I would quit if I didn't get the promotion.

"We both know this type of interview breaks every sexual harassment HR law
on the books.  So I will not ask you to do anything you don't want to
do. Steve and Tony should have had you sign a wavier before their initial
interviews. You will need to sign one before we continue. It is entirely up
to you if you want to continue the interview tonight and I will not hold it
against you if you do not."

What he didn't say was that if I left and subsequently filed a harassment
suit against Tony and Steve, my exploits in the bathroom would become
public and not just a rumor. Of course I could kiss my partnership goodbye
and most likely my job with it. Plus it would be very difficult to prove my
case in court. Thomas knew that. While I could certainly leave, he knew how
to make that decision difficult. I had gone there fully prepared to have
sex with him. But his insistence on signing away my rights to sue no matter
what they subsequently did to me wasn't something I had considered. I
needed to think about that. For the first time I acted unsure.

"Thomas, I am not sure I can give you an answer just yet," I told him.

"Completely understandable my dear," he replied. "I don't want you to feel
pressured. Out back (he pointed toward the kitchen and I could see a set of
French doors leading to the back yard) we have a nice pool and a cabana
where you can think and not be disturbed. I assure you nobody will bother
you. I anticipated your reluctance (I don't like to be predictable. Damn
it.) so I have left the outfit you are to wear if we are to continue the
interview. Return here when you are ready or if you decide to leave, that
is fine too. Deal?"

My mind was spinning all of a sudden. This wasn't going down at all like I
had imagined. My fantasy interview was him throwing me down and fucking me
senseless. I had wanted him to take away my choice (other than the choice
to come over in the first place) and make me submit. Having me make an
affirmative choice and even sign a legal document saying so was not one of
the scenarios I had role-played in my head. I could see why he would want
me to do so as it protected the firm, but did I really want to give that
up? Was being a sex toy to four men (five if you count James) really worth
the promotion?

The thought of safety crossed my mind, but it was fleeting. First, Thomas
and the other men never struck me as dangerous. Plus I was already in his
house without anybody else knowing where I was so if he had any nefarious
plans it was probably too late for an escape anyway. No, I believed what he
had said and that he was just trying to protect the firm.

"How long to do I have to make my decision," I asked, although I really
didn't need much time at this point. Still I didn't want to look too eager.

"Is a half an hour long enough?" he asked. I assured him that it would
be. With that he escorted me to the door. I could see a tile path leading
down to the pool area and a building next to the pool. It was already
lit. I assumed that was the cabana Thomas spoke about.

"Just come back to the living room when you decide," he told me as I walked
through the door.

I felt like I was taking a walk of shame as I went down the path even
though I had not done anything yet. I much preferred Steve and Tony's
direct approach with me. But this was exciting in its own right as I was
walking into the unknown. For all I knew, someone or multiple people were
hiding in the bushes ready to grab me. I paused to look around as I had
passed into a faint glow as the house lights had reached the limit of their
illumination distance.  If anyone were going to grab me, it would probably
be in the next few feet. I had to admit to myself I found that possibility
exciting. I pictured Tony, Steve and Jeff grabbing me and pulling me to the
pool deck or cabana to gangbang me. God that would be hot.

I began walking again, although a little slower just to make sure I
"couldn't get away" if anybody was waiting. I was a bit disappointed that
nobody grabbed me and I reached the cabana without incident. I paused again
at the door with my hand on the knob. Could they be waiting inside? My
heart was beating quickly and my breaths became shorter. I stared at the
door for about 15 seconds. Then I turned the knob and went inside.

Damn, the inside was just as Thomas described and I was alone. There was a
couch and what looked like two bathrooms for changing into swimsuits. On
the couch was the outfit Thomas had promised. There was also an iPad. I had
to smile at the outfit. It looked similar to what I would normally wear in
the office. There was a skirt, stockings and a blouse. But there were some
marked differences. First the skirt was leather. Second it was very
short. Holding it up to my waist, I could see that it came to mid thigh. I
might wear that when I go to the clubs on a hunting trip (or even back to
the adult theater) but I would never wear that in the office. For tonight
though, it looked sexy. The stockings were silk and very luxurious. They
were not cheap throw aways. I might have expected bargain fishnets for a
night of debauchery. But these felt great and I couldn't wait to see how
they looked on my legs. I remember hoping they didn't get ruined and I
could keep them. When I picked them up, I saw the garter belt beneath
them. I didn't usually wear a garter belt, preferring stay ups or panty
hose at the office. But for tonight, it was appropriate. The blouse was
white, also silk and felt as wonderful as the stockings. I didn't think the
blouse was particularly sexy, but the bra siting next to hit definitely
was. It was black leather, just like the skirt. I remember thinking it
would show through the sheer white blouse. I suppose that was the
plan. When I picked up the bra, I realized it had two circular cutouts over
the nipples. My nips were already hard so I quickly pictured them sticking
through the bra. The leather didn't have much flex. Although I had never
worn one like that, I imagined it forcing my breasts into the cups and
causing my nipples to pop out further. I can't say I minded. Finally a pair
of four-inch stilettos completed the outfit. There were no panties, so I
took off my wet thong.

Except for a couple of details, this outfit wasn't that far away from what
I might have chosen for myself, but since it represented Thomas' desire for
me, I was happy to dress this way. It didn't take me too long to change and
then I went into the bathroom to find a mirror to confirm that I looked
very hot. Needless to say, I had already made my decision to move forward,
clearly, but I still wanted to make Thomas wait at least a few minutes. A
girl doesn't want to seem too easy. Since I had a few minutes, I picked up
the iPad.

When I clicked the home button I was presented with a button that said
"release form." Clearly that was the HR form Thomas wanted me to
sign. There was also a button that said "Master James" and that one
intrigued me. Needless to say, I clicked on it. The first thing to appear
was a video of me masturbating in my office. Initially I was shocked and
pissed that clearly I had been recorded through my webcam. Then I
remembered how much I had done in front of that webcam. I felt a bit
nauseous. I watched myself for several minutes until my screen self
climaxed. It was weird to watch myself getting off.

After the video finished a second one of James appeared. "Hello slave," he
began. "I doubt it will matter, because you had already decided to submit
to Thomas and the others, but I have a complete record of your sex life for
the past few months. This includes website logs, chat logs, voicemails,
phone sex recordings, your confession emails and of course videos. I kept
these in case the partners needed extra incentive for you to cooperate. But
of course, that was before I realized just how much of a slut you are and
that you were a submissive. I will hold on these files, safely locked
away. As long as you don't make trouble, you are on the path to personal
success and sexual fulfillment. The guys are reasonable. You can still walk
away and as long as nobody hears about their particular game they have
snared you in, you can rest assured that your husband will not see any of
it. By the way, I was Spiderman and nobody outside the partners and Liz
knows about what happened at the party. Your decision to serve them is your
own as is your decision to continue to serve me with Liz. If you chose not
to, I certainly understand. You have five minutes to return to the house
with your decision."

I quickly opened the PDF consent form and digitally signed it. I knew it
wouldn't have the force of law as I was clearly under duress, although I
don't know if a leaky pussy defense had ever been litigated, but I trusted
Master James and knew in my heart that submitting in the office was right
for me. After I hit accept, another screen popped up and directed me to a
box sitting on a shelf with a bunch of towels. Inside the box I found four
leather cuffs, a leather collar and a set of nipple clamps. The larger
ankle cuffs had a short chain between them that would make walking even
more difficult than the stilettos alone.  The wrist cuffs and a clip that
was probably for hooking the wrist cuffs together. There were no specific
instructions, but I assumed he would want my arms behind my back.

I quickly put on the cuffs. My nipples were already stiff and popping
through the bra, so unbuttoning the blouse and attaching the clamps was
easy, although I admit I did try not over tighten them, as I didn't know
how long I would wear them. I buttoned the blouse again to appear
professional, although I pulled chain through between two buttons so Thomas
would know I was wearing the clamps. I then opened the door of the cabana
before clipping my wrists behind my back.

The walk back to the house was slow as the chain between my ankle cuffs
limited my stride, but I didn't have the same walk of shame sensation that
I did as I walked to the cabana. Having made my decision to continue with
this ever more perverted game, I felt free. I knew whatever happened from
here on out was out of my control. It was liberating. I knew I needed
this. Whatever humiliating or degrading things Thomas would make me do, I
knew it would arouse me and eventually lead me to a thunderous
release. Even if he just wanted straight sex (unlikely given my outfit) I
knew I could always use a good fucking and I could masturbate when I got
home if he didn't satisfy me.

Opening the door was a bit of a challenge with my wrists cuffed together
behind my back, but I managed. From there it was a short walk back to the
living room. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I certainly would not have
predicted both Thomas and Master James sitting on the couch with a naked
Liz kneeling in front of them. Well, not exactly naked. She was wearing a
strange chain outfit. It was kind of like a belly dancer costume, but with
thin chains running around her torso to cuffs on her wrist and a collar. It
managed to frame and accentuate her breasts, although it wasn't offering
any support. She was also wearing a chainmail thong and from the buzzing
sound it obviously had some kind of egg inside of it to tease her. She was
busily sucking Master James' cock while her hand was stroking Thomas'
impressive erection.

"Glad you could join us, Susan," Master James greeted me. "You will embark
on an expansion of your training tonight. I am sure you will enjoy it. From
now on, you will always call Thomas sir and you will not speak unless
spoken to first. In the office you will always be deferential to him,
although within the confines of keeping your status a secret, you may speak
as necessary without prompting. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," I replied.

Thomas then added, "When we are alone in the office, I expect your complete
attention. In a group setting, I expect you to be the excellent lawyer you
always have been."

"Yes, sir. I understand," I told him without hesitation.

"This will be your new dress code in the office, minus the cuffs, collar
and clamps. You will either wear a bra such as you have on now or none at
all. You will also either wear no panties or panties that we designate at
our discretion. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied again trying to sound subservient.

"When you are in court, you will be allowed a longer skirt, panties, a
regular bra and shorter heels. For client meetings, it will depend on the
client. You will keep a couple changes of clothes at the office."

This time he didn't ask if I understood. I am sure he knew I did, but it
made his comment more of a command. I liked that.

Thomas continued as Master James focused on Liz. "James tells me you are
quite a slut and will do most anything to satisfy that needy pussy of
yours. Is it wet now?"

"If Sir would like," I began to reply, "I would be happy to have you
check. I can't do it myself with these cuffs." I then moved closer to him
so he could finger me if he chose. I wasn't sure if that was out of bounds
and not deferential enough for him, but I did say sir.

"I am sure I would find you appropriately needy," he told me. "Can you
touch your toes without bending your knees?"

"Of course, Sir," I said proudly. I then turned my back to him and bent
over, although I could not move my arms to actually complete his
request. Not surprisingly, I felt his fingers press into my wet slit.

"From now on, you will only bend your knees if you are going to kneel in
front of a superior to pleasure them. Otherwise you are to bend at the
waist," Thomas instructed. I noticed he did not say kneel in front of a man
so he obviously was referring to Liz and/or other women. He also began to
finger fuck me making it difficult to respond although I finally managed a
"Yes, sir."

It was then I felt him pull out his finger (pout) and unclip my
wrists. "Slowly remove your blouse and skirt. Fold them neatly and place
them on the coffee table."

I certainly did not mind being naked, or nearly naked, in front of them. I
also saw his command as an opportunity to show I understood how I was to
bend from now as I placed the clothes on the table. I took my time
undressing, not that it took long since it was only two items, but I wanted
to show I was not in a rush. I faced both Thomas and James and slowly
unbuttoned the blouse. I wanted to tease them a bit. Then I turned, bent
over and slowly folded the blouse on top of the low table. I repeated the
process by slowly unzipping the skirt, although I couldn't draw that out as
long. Both men seemed pleased. Liz was too busy to notice. Thomas then gave
me a better command.

"I want you to turn around and sit on my cock."

As I started to spin I saw him push Liz's hand away and grip his cock
himself, holding it upward. I was fine with riding him reverse cowgirl. As
I told you before, I always liked being on top, but I preferred riding
forward so I could make eye contact with my partner. But when Thomas
commanded me to ride reverse, it reinforced my status not as his partner
but as his toy. I found that alluring. I slowly walked backwards toward him
until he grabbed my wrists again and clipped them together. The position in
cuffs might be a challenge, I thought. I couldn't spread my legs very
much. Perhaps that was part of his plan to make sure I stayed in a tightly
squeezed position. He spread his legs and I fit nicely between them. It
took a few maneuvers, but finally I felt his cockhead position at the
entrance to my cunt and I was ready to drop down and devour him. I captured
the tip and then slowly began bending my knees taking inch after inch until
I was sitting on his thighs. It was at this point that he reached around me
and took hold of the chain connecting the nipple clamps. He then started
tugging.

"Your master has told me you have been learning about orgasm control," he
said as he tugged my nipple chain a little harder. I moaned in affirmation.

"Liz, if you would be so kind, lick Susan's clit. Let's see how she does."

Liz looked giddy as she disengaged her mouth from James' cock and slid
between my legs. This was going to be difficult. The sensation of being
filled with my boss' cock, the pain from the clamps tugging on my nipples
and the pure pleasure of having Liz's skilled tongue dancing on my engorged
clit meant I undoubtedly would soon fail this test. Then again, doing so
would earn me a punishment session with Master James and possibly my new
sir so I could look forward to that too. Reflexively I started rising up on
sir's cock to begin fucking myself. His response was quick. He dropped the
chain, put both his hands on my hips and pulled me back down. At least I
got one short thrust before he reprimanded me. "You fuck yourself when I
tell you to fuck yourself." He then slapped the outside of both my
breasts. The strike wasn't that hard, but they caused the clamps to dig in
a bit tighter on my nipples and that took my breath away. He then took the
chain back in his right hand.

I wondered how long he was going to make me wait. I wanted both of them to
fuck me senseless. I also wanted to cream on Liz's lovely face. Within
thirty seconds I was moaning and within a minute I was begging for
permission to cum. It was then that I heard the sound of heels clicking on
the wood floor from behind me. I didn't dare look as I was trying to focus
on not orgasming. I also had not received permission to turn my head. So I
waited as the echo of the sound signaled another woman was getting
closer. Finally she came into view. In my peripheral vision at first, but
then in front of me, I gazed hungrily at the stunning young woman in front
of me. She looked to be about twenty-five or maybe a few years older. She
was wearing a robe and her hair was up in a towel as if she just finished
showering. I did not know who she was, although after she spoke, I liked
her immediately.

"Is this the new sub slut James promised to bring us?"

To bring us. That meant they were definitely a pairing. What this is wife?
She is awfully young. Second wife? Trophy wife? Not his daughter, I hoped.

"Yes it is. Gwen, meet Susan. She is demonstrating her ability not to cum."

"Hi," I replied between moans.

"Orgasm control, huh," she said to me with piercing eyes looking into my
soul. "That can be fun."

She didn't seem phased in the least that her man was buried balls deep in
my pussy, that I was bound, that another man was watching and that another
woman was licking my slit. It all seemed normal.

"Well have fun," she said. "I need Liz downstairs. Send her down when you
decide to let Susan climax. Don't forget to open up her ass for me to use
later."

With that she turned and quickly moved out of my field of vision. Once
again I heard the click of her heels as she walked across the floor and
then I heard a door open and the sound of her clicking fade away. She must
have gone down the stairs to the basement.

Sir had Liz tease me for another couple of minutes. I was getting
incoherent with lust and begging nearly continuously to be allowed to fuck
myself. Thomas let go of the chain and once again grabbed my hips to hold
me tightly impaled on his cock. He wasn't going to let me sneak in a bit of
fucking this time.

Finally he told Liz to stop. He then told her to go downstairs and attend
to her Mistress' needs. I watched as Liz quickly stood up. She didn't say
goodbye or tell me to enjoy myself. She just walked away. I wondered what
would happen next now that I was alone with the two men.

"Go ahead and fuck yourself," Thomas told me. "But do it slow. I don't want
you to cum just yet."

What a bastard. He knew if I started fucking him I couldn't hold back. I
guess that was part of his game. A game I knew I would fail. I started
lifting off his cock and then slowly lowered myself back onto it. He felt
so great inside of me. Not too big, not too small and just the right
width. I knew I wouldn't last long.

I started picking up the pace, but was careful not to go too fast, although
exactly what speed would qualify for too fast I was not sure. I saw James
stand up and pick up his phone from the table next to the couch. He then
moved in front of me and held it up. Then he said "recording" and Thomas
told me "fuck yourself as hard as you want."

It was humiliating and arousing at the same time. I would not have cared if
the whole office was watching and I began to ramrod myself up and down his
cock. It was tough without using my hands and with limited leg mobility,
but watching me struggle was part of the fun for them. Soon after giving me
the command, Thomas grabbed my hips again and began helping me slam myself
on his cock.

"Do you want to cum, my little slut," he hissed.

"Oh God, yes sir," I groaned.

"Then look into the phone and tell us what you are," he commanded.

"I'm a slut," I shouted. "I'm a sub slave. I live to serve my master. Oh
God, please let me cum sir! God, I need to cum now!"

I don't know if they believed me or thought I was acting about my response,
but I was telling the 100% truth.

"Who does your orgasm belong to, whore?" Master James chimed in from behind
the lens.

"You Master James," I proudly replied. "And Sir Thomas." I paused a
moment. "And Gwen, if she will have me."

"That would be Mistress Gwen, if she accepts you," Sir Thomas corrected me.

Breathlessly I replied, "Yes, Mistress Gwen. Thank you sir."

I could feel my pussy clamping down on his cock. I had reached my limit and
I was sure he could feel it too. Nothing was going to stop the impending
freight train about to crash through my psyche. Thomas was not about to
give me permission, but he certainly was determined to make me explode on
the phone video. He leg go of my hips and wrapped his arms around me. His
left hand grabbed my left breast and unsnapped the nipple clamp while his
right hand found my clit. He started rubbing it forcefully. The mix of pain
and from the clamp being replaced with the pleasure of his fingers dancing
on my nipple with his other fingers rubbing my clit was instantly too
much. I tried to fuck him even harder, but I don't think I succeeded due to
my bondage. I did however look straight as Master James and his phone
recording my debasement as a massive orgasm raced through me.

I began to feel light headed and my vision began to blur as the room began
to spin. I remember feeling Thomas' cock sliding out of me, although I
don't think he came. I think I just lost my balance in the fog of orgasm
and I slid to the floor. My body continued to twitch as waves and waves of
pleasure wracked my body and fireworks exploded in my mind.

Later they made me watch the video and I would see that I was completely
lost in pleasure for a good 45 seconds until my body finally lay still,
exhausted on the floor. It was only then the video stopped. How much longer
they let me rest in a spent puddle at their feet I am not sure, but it
wasn't long enough. I was still out of it and a limp noodle when I felt my
arms being lifted. I couldn't offer any resistance, not that I would have
wanted to, as I felt myself being lifted back to the couch. I groaned a
feeble, "no more," or some kind of weak attempt to get them to let me rest,
but of course, slaves don't get to pick and chose when they serve. Instead
I was positioned on my knees with my torso resting on the back of the couch
and my mouth over the cushion. They continued to leave my ankles and wrists
cuffed. I wasn't going anywhere. One of them was kind enough to remove the
right nipple clamp, although as the blood rushed back into it, I felt a
tremendous desire to have them sucked. But alas, that unfulfilled.

Instead Thomas walked around the couch and without much ceremony, pushed
his still hard cock into my mouth. I received the exquisite pleasure of
tasting my own juices as he pressed his full length into my mouth and just
held it there. I then felt a cool gel behind applied to my backside. I knew
what that meant and was not surprised to feel a generously sized butt plug
being pressed into my asshole. Master James obviously remembered the
beautiful Gwen's request to prepare my ass. It was at that point I realized
my night was a long way from concluding. James then shoved his cock back
into my needy pussy.

Having all three holes filled was wonderful. I had started to come out of
my post orgasmic fog to the sensation of hard thrusts from behind pushing
my mouth deeper onto the cock filling my mouth and as it pulled out (sir
was fucking my face by this time) I would be impaled again on James'
wonderful tool. It was obvious they had done this before because they
quickly fell into a most pleasurable rhythm that once again had my body
reacting as they expected. I heard some muffled shouts from the basement,
although I could not tell what they meant. Apparently James knew, though,
because he pulled out and stopped fucking me. For his part, Thomas pushed
his cock back in filling my mouth and then held my head keeping it in
place. I could breath through my nose if I stayed relaxed, but it was a bit
of a struggle. Then I felt a slap on my ass.

Apparently this was my punishment for cumming without permission. It wasn't
a very hard spanking though and was administered just by James' hand and
not his belt or other implement. As with everything tonight, it was more
arousing than anything. After a few minutes, Sir confirmed with Master than
my ass was red. I could have told them that since I could feel the heat
rising from my buttocks. Sir then reminded James to snap a couple
pictures. I got to see them when we reviewed the video and I must say the
jeweled butt plug they had used on me looked even better surrounded by
bright red, freshly spanked ass cheeks. I thought maybe they were done and
had me ready for whatever plan Gwen had prepared for me. I was looking
forward to that. But they weren't done. I had been so caught up in my own
pleasure I had not realized that neither of them had cum since I
arrived. That was not right, as far as I was concerned, but with my mouth
still stuffed with cock I could not express my concern.

It was at this time I felt the cuffs being unclipped. First my ankles and
then my wrists received freedom of movement. I was tempted to grab Thomas'
cock and start to jerk him off. I wanted him to cum and wanted to show my
appreciation for what he already done for me. But of course, that would be
inappropriate so I just held my position bent over the couch. He started to
pull out of my mouth while James gave me another slap on the ass indicating
that I needed to move. I turned my head to look at James and garner some
direction. He indicated that I should stand. That gave me a respite from
bending over, but it was short lived. He gently pushed me out of the way
and sat down on the couch like Thomas had been earlier. He then told me to
"mount up."

It was clear that he wanted me to ride him cowgirl instead of the reverse
cowgirl I had done with Thomas. That must have been why he had removed my
bindings. I certainly did not question his desire. I speedily crawled over
his lap and positioned my pussy over his dick. With my hands free I was
able to grab the back of the couch for stability and with my legs free I
could use more leverage. That made me drip in anticipation. Even though my
high from the last orgasm lingered, I wanted more. I settled onto his cock
and gave him a few test pumps to judge the speed he wanted me to use to
fuck myself. Since he was sitting below me, I assumed he didn't want me
going too fast, but then again, he had not cum yet, so maybe he wanted to
get off quickly. I worried briefly that would mean he would creampie
me. Even though I was on the pill, I knew it wasn't 100% effective and I
didn't want to risk pregnancy. But at the same time, I didn't want to
question him and risk losing having him fuck me again. I looked down at him
for guidance. Then I felt a hand on my back. It was Thomas and he was
pushing me forward. I don't know why I didn't anticipate this, but as I
leaned down, my tits resting on James' chest, I felt the plug being pulled
out of my ass and then Thomas' cock pressing at my back door.

"James tells me this isn't your first time, so just relax and enjoy
yourself," he instructed me.

And enjoy myself I did. The only thing that would have been better was if I
had a cock to suck at the same time. Much like when they had just fucked
me, they quickly established a great rhythm as they DPed me. This was
definitely not the first time they had a woman in this position. One cock
would slide out as the other went in stimulating my nerve endings
constantly. In out, in out, squeal. It was heavenly. My butt cheeks were
still hot from the spanking and I felt them every time my ass impacted
Thomas' thighs. My body knew I had been beaten, but it liked it. Every
thrust drove the glory of my submission deeper into my subconscious. This
was where I belonged. I was a play toy for their pleasure and nothing could
please me more in that moment. The stress of worrying about the partnership
was gone. It didn't matter any more. I just needed to be used and I would
be happy.

I knew from past experience that James could last pretty much as long as he
wanted. I did my best to flex my kegels and milk him, but I don't think I
was very effective. They were banging me hard and fast. That plus a copious
amount of my juices flowing from my pussy meant I probably wasn't giving
him as good of a ride as I might normally give. Thomas on the other hand,
based on his sounds, was thoroughly enjoying my ass. Also due to his age I
figured he wouldn't last as long. And I was right. They both lasted long
enough to pummel me through two more orgasms, but during the second, I felt
Thomas' cock swell and I was soon rewarded with a massive load of cum. I
felt volley after hot volley of man spunk shoot deep into my bowel. That
triggered another mini-orgasm in me extending orgasm number two. It felt
great to have my ass full of cum and I now decided I wanted James to do the
same to my pussy. He grabbed my hips and held me tight against his lap, but
he didn't shoot.

Instead of my receiving James' expected orgasm, I felt Thomas pulling
out. But instead of then feeling his cum drip out of my ass, I felt the
plug going back in. Actually I felt a bigger plug going back in and that
effectively blocked any of his cum from dripping out. It made me feel like
a nasty whore to be riding a cock and have my sperm holding ass plugged. I
loved it.

James told me to ride him slowly. My thought on that was he wanted us both
to build slowly to an orgasm. I didn't mind that. I was giving him a nice
slow bump and grind, enjoying myself along the way but not stressing over
cumming without permission, when I saw Liz appear at the top of the
basement steps. She definitely appeared haggard but happy and I wondered
what Gwen had done to her. I anticipated that I would see Gwen next, but in
a night of surprises, this was the biggest one. Having Liz and James join
the fun, in retrospect, wasn't a surprise. Being told Thomas' wife (I
assumed Gwen was his wife although that wasn't confirmed yet) would use me
for her pleasure wasn't a stretch. But seeing Mike walk out of the basement
next was not something I anticipated. He didn't look happy. Not in the
least. Certainly he didn't look like he had just partied with two beautiful
women. Being a crafty bitch, I started riding James hard. Maybe Mike
couldn't handle two women at once, but I wanted to show I had no such
restrictions with men. He didn't seem surprised that I was fucking James
like a wild woman.

I watched Mike whisper something to Thomas and then he left. I noticed he
was walking like he was in pain. I already assumed Gwen was a Domme, but I
had figured she was abusing Liz. Had she been abusing Mike? Did she spank
him? Or whip him? Maybe he couldn't handle taking orders from a woman. But
that would have to wait. Gwen was next appearing from downstairs. She was
wearing a leather bustier with thigh high boots and looked like a
goddess. She must have been hiding it under her robe when I saw her
earlier. Her hair was flaming red. That also had been hidden from me when I
first saw her. Now doubt she looked intimidating. She probably scared poor
Mike. But as she got closer, I realize more acutely why he didn't have a
good experience. Strapped around her waist was an impressive looking
dildo. It was then I realize she probably had pegged Mike. I said nothing,
but I'm sure my smile was noticed.

When she reached the couch, she told me to stop pleasuring myself. I might
argue that I had been pleasuring James, but at the same time I was
certainly receiving my own gratification so I did as she ordered and just
sat on his lap with his cock buried to the hilt. The next thing she did was
to rub my ass. "Nice, firm and red," she said. I took that as a
complement. "Just the way I like them. Now get off that cock and get on
your hands and knees." I took that to mean on the floor so I did what I was
told and got down in front of her.

"Looks like somebody got their ass filled with cum," she said. "Liz, be a
dear and clean poor Susan's ass out for her."

I knew Liz enjoyed ass play so I wasn't surprised that she pulled out my
plug and began eating my ass with vigor. I was a little surprised that she
spread my cheeks and really buried her tongue deep in my dirty hole. But
she seemed to enjoy it and so did I. I kind of expected James to stand in
front of me and feed me his cock so he could finally cum, but he seemed
content to sit on the couch, along with Thomas, and just enjoy the
show. When Gwen was satisfied that Liz had done her duty, he had Liz lay
down on the floor in front of me and spread her legs. Her pussy was red as
if she had been strapped. Her labia were also swollen with arousal.

"Here's how the game is played, new girl," Gwen instructed me. "You're
going to eat Liz's pussy. I'm going to fuck your ass. Whoever cums first
loses and gets a punishment they will not forget. Whoever wins gets to eat
my pussy. Begin."

I had a couple seconds head start to lean in and bury my face between her
thighs. As I had suspected, she was primed and very receptive to my
tongue. Gwen, on the other hand, took up position behind me and moved her
strap-on into position behind my asshole. I had been stretched plenty by
the plug and her husband so she slipped inside me with ease. Then she began
fucking me much harder than her husband had done. She also began spanking
me. In fact, she set such a furious pace I was sure she was trying to make
sure I lost so she could punish me. My only reaction was to double my
efforts to make Liz cum first.

James and Thomas enjoyed the show as three beautiful women fucked and
sucked in front of them. The knowledge that they could fuck any of us
probably helped as well. I still didn't understand the dynamic between
Thomas and Gwen. Clearly they both had dominant traits, but I wondered if
that extended to Gwen being in charge when they were alone. I tried to
force my brain to think about such things as well as what was going to
happen at the office next week as a way to distract me from enjoying the
pounding she was giving me. I had to distract myself as best I could to
avoid cumming. The spanking helped a little in that it took her hand away
from being able to reach beneath me and finger my clit or play with my
nipples. I would have lost the challenge for sure if that happened. Still
it was a struggle. I knew Liz was skilled at controlling her orgasm, but
since I had three earlier, I was hoping she had been denied and was closer
to losing control. I also started to think about what would happen in Gwen
came first. Certainly the continual pressure from the base of the dildo
must be giving her pleasure as she slammed into me. Somehow I doubted that
Liz and I would get to punish her if she came first.

At some point James got up, stood next to Gwen and fed her his cock. I
heard the slurping first and turned my head to see what was going on. She
didn't stop thrashing my ass, but she did slow down just a bit. I saw this
as an opportunity because my own need to cum would be lowered, if only
slightly. I increased my effort on Liz. She obviously saw her master being
sucked by another woman. I don't know if that was her trigger because she
was jealous or if my oral skills finally put her over the edge, but she
came with a shriek. Gwen stopped fucking me, although her cock was still in
me. I looked back as I saw James being to pump his seed into her mouth. She
didn't spill a drop. When he finished and pulled out, she turned back to me
and notice I had watched. "Eye's front, slut," she yelled along with
slapping my ass again. She fucked me for maybe a minute longer before
burying her cock as deep as it would go and holding it there.

"You did well, Susan," she said as she unstrapped the dildo harness. She
did not, however, remove it from my ass. "You're a natural submissive and
James has begun your training well. I look forward to working with you in
the future. But now I have to discipline your sub partner. She knows better
than to lose this bet. Liz, get back downstairs."

Liz did not look happy as she got up and walked back toward the basement
steps. Gwen then told me to stand up. It was uncomfortable to do with my
ass so full, but I did. She was taller than me, especially in her boots,
and very imposing. I definitely felt intimidated. She put her hands on the
sides of my face and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Definitely something
the guys enjoyed and so did I. I could taste Master James' cum on her
tongue. That was a plus. But being held by the goddess and brought under
her spell was pleasure enough for the moment. When the kiss was over, she
walked back to the stairs without saying a word.

"Are you ready to leave or do you want to cum again?" Thomas asked.

I did want to cum, but I was a little nervous about what I might have to do
to earn that reward. They could sense my apprehension.

"Don't worry slave," James said. "We're spent for now anyway. If you want
to cum, lay on your back facing us. Finger your clit and fuck yourself with
the dildo. Otherwise you can pull it out and go home."

That position would be humiliating, but I was beyond caring. Heck, they had
DPed me. How bad could masturbating in front of them be? It turns out that
position is pretty degrading as spreading like that for a two pairs of
hungry eyes and fucking your own ass just isn't normal. But I loved it and
I came a fourth and final time a few minutes later. They were nice and let
me rest and compose myself before I pulled out the dildo and got dressed to
go home. I didn't hear much from the basement but some muffled screams. I
didn't know what Gwen was doing, but I knew it must be painful.

I prepared to leave unsure of where we went from here. Thomas said he would
arrange for the final interview Tuesday morning. James said he would be in
his office for his regular Monday tasks and told me to be there at 11am.
Thomas seemed amused. I thanked them both for a wonderful night by giving
them a passionate kiss. I now had to go home and be the perfect wife while
fantasizing about what would happen Monday.