Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 12:08:41 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Bad Wife, Good Sub - Chapter 3

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Bad Wife, Good Sub Ð Chapter 03
BY
Tappy Mcwidestance


The more we drove the more disoriented I became. I was able to track in my
mind where we were for a while, but soon I was hopelessly lost. My pussy
was pulsating in need as the longer we drove, the more aroused I became. I
probably should have been worried. Isn't this how a body ends up on CSI?
But I didn't care about my safety. I was on my way to see Mistress and that
was all that mattered.


Finally the car stopped for longer than a red light. I heard the girl make
a call. Of course I could only hear one side of the conversation, but it
was obvious I was the topic. "Yes, she's in the car. Yes, I'm sure her
pussy is dripping. Yes, my car stinks of her arousal. Yes, she'll do
anything for you. OK, I'll bring her in." Then I heard her hang up.


"You've been granted an audience with Mistress Jacqui," she told me. "Don't
fuck it up or you'll never get a second chance. Also if you make me look
bad, I'll make sure I get my revenge."


I sat quietly in the back seat. I heard her get out of the car and then
heard the back door open. The cool night breeze blew across my overheated
body. She didn't say anything to me but I could feel her unbuckling my
ankle cuffs. After that a simple tug on my leash indicated it was time to
go. As weird as it was walking naked to her car half an hour ago (I
estimated), at least I had an idea of what the front of the adult bookstore
looked like. Now, naked out in the open, I had no idea of my
surroundings. I felt grass under my feet. Was I in a residential
neighborhood or maybe a park? She started walking me. I felt concrete under
two steps and then grass again. A sidewalk perhaps? She paused to unhook my
wrist cuffs. Then she told me to crawl instead of walk. Was I in front of
Mistress' house? Were her neighbors watching? I crawled for maybe 60 feet
before I felt concrete again and then a step. My protector told me to be
careful as I crawled up the step. The concrete scraped my knees. I felt a
tug on my leash.


"Sit up on with your ass on the back of your feet," she told me. "Keep your
hands on the ground."


I did what she commanded before I realized I looked like I was a dog. I
heard the doorbell ring and about 30 seconds later, I heard the door open.


"I'm glad you're finally here," I heard a man's voice say. Then I realized
it was the voice of the limo driver. "Mistress has been working my cock
ragged waiting for this one."


I heard a screen door open and assumed I would be ushered inside to attend
to Mistress Jacqui's obviously high level of needs. My pussy gushed a bit
at the thought.


"I'll see you another time," I heard the girl from the bookstore say before
I heard her footsteps walk down the path.


"Mistress wants you to go to the bathroom before you meet her. You may not
have a chance for a while," he told me. I expected him to lead me to the
bathroom. Instead I felt a tug on the leash going back the way I'd crawled
from the car.


"Come on, slut," he said dispassionately. I scampered along behind him and
soon felt the cool grass beneath me once again. We quickly turned and it
was obvious he was leading me around the house. "Mistress does not allow
slave candidates to use the bathroom," he told me. "You have to piss in the
yard."


I was mortified. Unable to see where I was going also meant I was unable to
see if anybody else was watching. I crawled until he tugged my leash and
told me to stop. I didn't sit up this time because he didn't tell me to do
so. I felt him slide a bowl of some sort under me. It hit both my knees as
I straddled it.


"Piss into the dish," he told me. "Mistress may have a need for it later."


I'd never thought of doing such a disgusting thing. A month ago if you told
me I would piss in a dish because somebody told me to I would have said you
are crazy. But, although it took some time to overcome my bladder shyness,
eventually I tinkled into the bowl. I'd come this far. I wasn't going to
give up seeing Mistress Jacqui now. I only hoped she wouldn't need my urine
later. Although in the back of my mind I knew she probably would.


I felt my leash tugged again and followed behind him. Soon I felt a stone
patio under my hands and knees. Then a couple more steps and finally I
heard a sliding door open. I continued to follow the limo driver feeling
ceramic tile and then hardwood flooring as we continued. We came to a stop
and he told me to sit up. I assume that meant to resume the dog position
I'd been in at the front door. So I did. My senses were hyperactive. I
could smell my urine as the bowl moved past my head and then was set in
front of me. I had a sinking feeling I was about to be ordered to put my
face in the bowl. But for at least 5 minutes (It felt like an eternity.) I
just knelt there. Finally I heard a woman's heels clicking on the floor.


"Thank you James," I heard her say. Her voice was even sexier in person. In
my mind she was wearing a leather corset, which did little to hide her
amazing breasts, stockings and black stiletto heels.


"You may have your treat," were the next words out of her mouth. I wasn't
sure if she was talking to me, but I soon realized she was still talking to
the limo driver and I sensed him hitting the floor next to me. Then I heard
him lapping his tongue in the bowl. I was astonished. He was licking my
piss from the bowl. Sympathetically I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to
wretch for him, but apparently he was enjoying his "treat."


"I will need you to take Heather home in about two hours," Mistress Jacqui
announced. "You may rest in your room until then."

I heard him get up and walk out of the room. I was now very nervous about
what was in store for me. I definitely didn't want to drink whatever was
left of my piss.


"So Heather, we finally meet," Mistress Jacqui said.


"Yes, Mistress," I replied.


"I'm still not convinced I should add you to my stable," she
countered. "Let's see how tonight goes."


"Yes, Mam," I said trying to sound submissive. "I'll do my best."


"I'm sure you will. I'm sure you will. But will your best be good enough?"


I didn't answer her question because I assumed it was rhetorical. I also
didn't have an answer. Mistress Jacqui didn't seem to mind that I didn't
answer that question. Although her next set of questions were definitely
ones of a more probing nature. She positioned me on my hands and knees with
"that slut ass in the air," as she called it. Apparently she was sitting
behind me. I could feel tension on my leash as she was holding it. I also
felt her shoe covered foot between my legs. She began teasing my pussy with
the pointed toe of her shoe.


How many times had she already asked these questions and made me confess my
dark secrets during our online chat? I'm not sure, but there was something
more humiliating and yet compelling to opening my soul to her in person,
even if I couldn't see her. The toe of her shoe was driving me wild, which
I'm sure was the point of the exercise. She chastised me for soiling her
shoe with my "slut juices" and told me I had "earned a punishment" for
"ruining the finish" on her pumps. I was less concerned with that than I
was with the potential embarrassment of orgasming on her foot.


Mistress Jacqui was in complete control of my emotions. She twisted her
foot making sure I ground my clit on her toe. She teased me with phrases
like, "Does my baby girl want to cum?" and "What a slut you are getting off
on a stranger's foot." Based on her voice, I guessed that she was younger
than me. That assumption made my humiliation even more acute. She made me
beg her to be allowed to cum. "Please Mistress may your baby girl (that was
so demeaning because of our perceived age difference) please cum?" She
would tap her toe on my clit showing her pleasure with my submission to
her. But of course, her permission was not forthcoming. I was quivering in
need and didn't know how much longer I could last. I felt her nails scrap
across my ass.


"Don't cum yet, pet," she cooed. "Your Mistress always cums first."


"Please Mistress," I begged again. "How may I get you off?"


"We'll you can start by spinning around and licking my clit," she told me
with a friendly tone. "Stay on your knees and put your hands behind your
back with the palms up. I'm going to crop your ass while you eat me."


I scampered around to get into position. But before I could bury my face
between her legs, I felt her take my face in her hands and hold my head up.


"I really get off on married women doing my bidding and working their asses
off to pleasure me," she told me. I knew she was staring at me and I longed
for the blindfold to be removed so I could finally see her. "Do you know
why I'm going to punish you?" she asked me.


I thought for a moment. I had not cum without permission and I'd followed
all instructions since I'd arrived. I'd even followed all the instructions
at the adult bookstore without knowing that was a test for this
moment. Then the answer came to me and I knew it was correct. "Because I
belong to you, Mistress," was my response.


"Well, don't get ahead of yourself, Heather. I'm still not sure whether you
are worthy of our group. But your answer is close enough. I was looking for
because I can."


"Yes, Mistress," I replied trying not to sound dejected that I got the
answer wrong.


"Now get between my legs and get to work," she commanded with more
authority in her voice.


I leaned forward and allowed her to guide my head into position between her
thighs.


"Drink in my scent, princess," she told me. "In time, if I keep you, your
body will crave my flavor."


I took a deep breath. She was musky and her fragrance went straight to my
pussy. I almost came without being touched. She pulled my head the rest of
the way. I stuck out my tongue in anticipation of pressing up against her
soft wet folds. I was surprised to feel the fabric of her panties. She
pulled me tight against them anyway. They were saturated with juice and
spread Mistress' wetness against my face. I'm sure her perfume was
transferred to my skin as well.


"I've been wearing those panties for three days in anticipation of this
moment," Mistress told me. "Toni made sure I came at least four times each
day and boy toy left five loads for you in them. They should be good and
ripe for you."


She pulled my face against the soiled panties. I began to feel light
headed.


"Later you'll lick the backside. It's just as crusty as the front. But for
now I want you to try and get me off. Consider it an audition."


I don't know how much help I was bringing my Mistress to climax. She was
basically holding my head tight against her soiled panties. Her left hand
was wrapped in my hair and she was pulling me tight against her. While she
did that she was rolling her hips grinding her pussy up against down
against my face.


True to her promise, she also was holding a riding crop in her right
hand. The stinging kiss of the leather reinforced my position as nothing
but her possession. While my ass was her primary target, the palms of my
hands also drew her wrath. Mostly her strikes were of medium force. They
certainly were harder than simple taps, but they were not as hard as a
major strike. I could tell because several times she really cut lose and
snapped the crop against my defenseless flesh. Each time she did that she
preceded the blow by tugging my hair tighter, pulling firmly and squeezing
her thighs against the side of my head. Her pussy quickly muffled any
scream of pain I might have released.


Any hope I had of bringing my Mistress to orgasm was dashed when she
released my head and stood up. I expected to hear her berate me for having
failed my test, but she did not. I suppose she was in enough control that
she could have orgasmed if she chose to allow it, but as an expression of
power over me, she decided not to do so.

I was still on my knees when I felt her press her ass against my face. True
to her word her panties smelled of three days of being pressed against her
backside. I wretched as she pulled my head tight against her.


"You'll get used to that smell if I accept you. I love being rimmed,
especially after I cum."


She wiggled her ass against my face. I tried to hold my breath but she held
me tight too long and eventually I had to take a deep breath of her
essence. I almost threw up. I couldn't imagine licking her asshole,
although if she commanded me to I would. Then she released my head.


"Stand up and stretch for a moment," she commanded. "Keep your hands behind
your back and don't even think of removing your blindfold."


I was happy for the opportunity to stretch, but with my hands behind me, my
breasts were forced forward and I felt like I was on display. I wondered if
anybody else was in the room with us. I heard Mistress walking away and
wondered where she was going. Immediately I longed for her return and her
touch.


I estimate she was gone for about ten minutes. She told me she had to
attend to "another matter" and to "gather some toys." The toys sounded fun,
although her idea of fun may have been different from mine. The first thing
she did was to pull my leash and lead me across the room. She then told me
to stick my tongue out, which I did. I quickly felt something round and
rubber using my tongue to make it wet. I then heard a loud thump. I turned
my head toward the sound.


"That is an 8" dildo your spit just allowed me to attach to the coffee
table," Mistress told me. "I need to see how advanced your cock sucking
skills have developed. Since you're married I assume you are pretty good."


I felt a sharp tug on my leash and assumed that meant I should drop back to
my knees. Mistress was kind enough to grab my hair again and direct me to
the fake cock. Out of habit I took hold of the base with my hand. With my
husband I also worked his cock with my hands as much as my mouth as that
always made him cum quicker. Of course, Mistress always demanded my hands
be behind my back and quickly corrected my error with a hard smack on my
ass. I realized my mistake and locked my hands together on the small of my
back.


I didn't confess to her that my oral skills were considered advanced long
before I met my husband. She didn't need to know how much I loved the
feeling of a cock in my mouth, even if it was fake. She let me blow the
rubber phallus for a few minutes before she pulled my head back off of it.


"I'm going to remove your blindfold now," she told me. "You are to keep
your eyes shut. Failure on your part to do so will result is an extreme
punishment I'm sure you will not enjoy. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied. I then felt her removing the blindfold. It felt
good to have it off for the first time in at least an hour. I was a good
girl and didn't open my eyes.


"Keep them shut while I fit this hood on you," Mistress instructed.


I felt a leather cowl sliding over my head. Mistress made sure it was
positioned properly before zipping up the back causing it to form fit to my
head. I opened my eyes at this point, but there was only darkness so I shut
them again. There were no eye holes in the mask. I could breathe OK,
though, so there must have been nose and mouth holes.


"Stick your tongue out and run it around the opening," she commanded. I
followed her instruction and found a firm circular opening around my mouth.


"That opening is the perfect shape of a ball gag if I need to quiet you. Of
course that also seals your primary source of oxygen. There are nose holes,
but they are not very large. You have to remain calm and not hyperventilate
if I chose to make you breathe that way. Of course I can block those holes
very easily if I chose."


I nodded my head that I understood, although I really didn't.


"I'm going to give you a minute to get acclimated to the hood. Breathe
through your nose and try not to freak out. I need to move the dildo and
get another accessory ready."


I tried to stand still and just breathe easy. That was easier said than
done. I tried to listen to what she was doing. The dildo came off the table
with a whoosh sound as the suction released. She then had me lick it
again. I heard it reattached, but the sound was different this time. I
wondered why. In my mind I pictured what she must have looked like moving
around the room preparing for some other kinky game. I knew she must move
with the grace of a cat arranging her own pleasure and hopefully mine.


Whatever she was doing it didn't take long. When she returned to me she
squeezed both my nipples. "Is baby ready?" she asked. I nodded, although I
was not sure what I was ready for. I sensed Mistress moving behind me. And
then I sensed her reaching around my head.


"Since you didn't make me cum, I'm giving you a second chance."


I felt something pressing over my mouth hole of the mask. Then I felt her
pull a strap around my head and a buckle securing it.


"I've secured a dildo to your mask and I'm going to fuck your face until
you make me orgasm. If you cum first, however, well," she paused. "Just
don't cum first. We've been having fun and I don't want to whip you
tonight."


I didn't understand why my orgasming would be an issue if I was fucking
her. At least I didn't understand until she again guided me to my knees and
then backed me up to the dildo I have been sucking. Apparently it had been
attached to a window. Mistress explained as I sunk my pussy onto the dildo
while kneeling doggie style that this room of her house had floor to
ceiling glass. Once I was impaled on the fake dick I sensed her lying down
in front of me. She then pulled my head toward her and slid the dildo
attached to my face into her pussy.


At first she thrust herself firmly against my face pulling the dildo deep
inside of her. Once again she used the crop to inspire me to ride the
window cock with vigor. I wondered if she could hear my moans as I felt the
dildo split me open. She was riding my face dildo slowly while striking my
ass with the crop any time I wasn't fucking myself with enough
enthusiasm. She also resumed teasing me like she had done before when I
rode her foot. This time she made sure I knew that my ass was clearly
visible from the outside. I wasn't sure if these windows were on the front
or back of her house, but I didn't really care. I wasn't about to stop
pleasuring myself and at this time of night, there probably wasn't too many
people walking by anyway. I fucked the dildo with abandon.


Had I been able to beg for permission to cum I would have. Non-stop. But of
course no sounds we audible from my mouth. Mistress seemed to be varying
her speeds, but didn't seem to be doing herself fast enough to cum. I'm
sure her plan was for me to lose control. For my part, I wasn't going to
miss this opportunity to stuff my pussy with cock so I continued to ride
with reckless abandon. Mistress continued to tap my ass with the crop
warning me not to cum.


My limited air supply was filled with Mistress' scent. It was almost
hypnotic much like she had told me it would become. My arousal was peaking
and I had to fight my cravings not to orgasm before Mistress gave me
permission. I struggled to control my urges and I'm sure Mistress could
feel my quivers transferred to her via my mouth dildo. Finally she said the
words I'd been longing to hear.


"OK, slut. You may cum. Show me what a dirty girl you are and cum for your
mistress."


I didn't have to be told twice. As soon as I heard the words, much like as
when she would tease me on the video chat, my body exploded in a soul
satisfying orgasm. I don't know how much of my guttural moans escaped the
helmet, but I'm sure she understood what my body was experiencing. She
began fucking my helmet dildo harder, although I wasn't concerned with
that. I was only concerned with riding my own wave after wave of pleasure
for as long as possible. I continued to fuck myself as hard as I could and
my orgasm continued to roll over me.


Finally my excitement started to ebb. Mistress must have sensed that. She
dismounted my face and violently pulled me off the dildo I had just
molested. She spun me over onto my back. She then remounted my mouth dildo
and started fucking herself again. She wasn't going slowly this time,
however. It was obvious she wanted to finally get off. My head was being
slammed onto the floor as she bounced up and down on it. She was howling in
delight. Also although I couldn't see her, my imagination saw ever detail
as she rubbed her clit in earnest and her tits bounced wildly.


Finally with a scream, it was over and she settled down. At first, I just
basked in the knowledge that I had helped her cum so well. Then I realized
I couldn't breathe. At first I just remained still assuming she knew she
was smothering me. After about 30 seconds, however, I was less
accommodating and began to thrash beneath her. She didn't get the message
immediately. She must have been in a deep post orgasmic haze. But finally
she must have realized what was happening and she dismounted the dildo and
then quickly removed it from my helmet.


"Sorry about that, pet," she told me. "I got carried away." I opened my
mouth to say, "no problem," but instead of speaking I got to lick her
juices off the dildo. It was a treat considering just a little while ago I
had to lick her juices off her soiled panties. This was much closer to the
source and much more tasty.  When she pulled the fake cock out of my mouth,
I finally was able to speak.


"That was amazing, Mistress," I told her. "May I taste your juice from the
source?"


"Not just yet," she told me. "You still have to prove yourself worthy.


I was disappointed, of course. What else did I have to do to prove myself?
But then she added, "but I have another tasty pussy tied up in the
basement. She's probably ready to burst right now. You can eat her to
orgasm if you like."


"I want to eat you, Mistress," I said trying to hide my contempt for being
told I wasn't good enough yet and being passed off on another.


"I would please me Heather if you would do this for her. She's earned her
release and she cums very hard. I might even let you get fucked again if
you make me happy."


Well that was the kind of offer I couldn't refuse.


I gleefully followed Mistress Jacqui down the stairs to her "dungeon" as
she called it. Granted it was difficult to follow her without my eyesight,
but she was kind enough to guide me with a mix of leash play and pulling on
my nipples. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard the muffled
sounds of somebody who was gagged. Apparently they had the benefit of their
eyesight however because the sound was definitely in response to our
arrival.


Mistress Jacqui led me across the room. Her dungeon was quite spacious. I
wish I could have seen how it was arranged, but that didn't really matter
right then. When Mistress had me where she wanted me she told me to get on
my knees.


"The slave hanging before you has been very good lately. She deserves a
reward. That reward is you. Get her off quickly and you'll get a prize."


In my mind, I still wasn't very skilled at eating pussy or getting women
off, but that didn't mean I wouldn't give the task my best shot. I leaned
my head forward (I was careful to keep my hands behind me) and followed my
nose to my goal. This woman definitely had a different smell to her than
Mistress Jacqui. It wasn't bad, mind you, just different. With gusto I
stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as my hood would allow. Again I
heard the woman mumble through her gag. I wish I could have made out what
she was saying.


Mistress Jacqui encouraged me and even gave me tips. Of course anything I
learned here would help me the next time I was ordered to serve my Mistress
so it was worth her effort to teach me the proper technique. The woman I
was licking had a very juicy pussy from the moment I touched her. Mistress
had said she had been primed and no doubt she was ready for any stimulation
she could get. She was soon squirming as much as her bonds would allow
her. I'd like to think it was because of me, but I guessed it was because
Mistress had teased her before I arrived.


I could tell she was going to come soon. I may not know much but I know
when a pussy starts gushing, ultimate release is near. I wondered if
Mistress would stop me just before the woman could cum. If it was me
hanging there being pleasured, then stopping was obviously part of the
plan. But maybe this woman had been with Mistress longer and received
special favors. Mistress was definitely more forgiving with her, but she
still told the woman to wait for permission. Mistress didn't give me
specific orders to tease her. I was a bit envious that the woman got to cum
so easily. I also did my best to lap up every juicy drop of her discharge
without being told. I was trying to earn my fuck as Mistress had promised.


Mistress let me lick the other slave for a couple of minutes after her
orgasm subsided. At first I wondered if she was going to make me continue
until the woman came again. But really she was just making sure her other
slave stayed near her peak.


"Slaves, I want you to put on a little show for me," Mistress said.


When the other girl mumbled again through the gag I got worried. Apparently
she knew what was going on. Should I have been worried? In hindsight I
suppose I'm glad I didn't see the diabolical apparatus Mistress had in mind
for us. I deduced that it was simple in its construction, but evil in its
design. It could have just been fun, but no, that would be too simple for
Mistress Jacqui and why just let two slaves have pleasure when you can have
a contest. The rules were simple. First girl to orgasm loses. My opponent
had just cum so I hoped she recovered quickly. I had cum not long before
her, but I was definitely in my go zone where I could have another orgasm
fairly quickly. (It's both a blessing and a curse) Mistress didn't give me
long to wait before discovering exactly what was expected. The other girl
could see what was going to happen so I guess that was why she was making
noises of displeasure.


Mistress told me to put my hands in front of me and then had me step over
something. She then carefully positioned me until I felt a dildo pressing
against my labia.


"You are straddling my very special teeter-totter," she told me as I felt
the dildo slip inside of me. As it went deeper I felt the bench part of the
totter touch my thighs and then my ass. Then as the dildo buried itself to
the base, I was lifted off the ground. Higher and higher I went until I
felt the jarring of the other end hitting the floor.


"Mount up slut," I heard Mistress tell the other girl. I felt the
teeter-totter shake a bit. Then I felt myself lowering until we reached
equilibrium with my feet touching the ground and the dildo concealed inside
of me.


"Here's the deal my little sub sluts," Mistress instructed us. "The two of
you are going to bounce up and down. I'm videotaping this and your faces
will be visible so give me a good show. First one to cum is the loser. The
winner is going to get to punish the loser in any manner she sees fit. The
punishment will also be taped. Any questions?" And then without waiting for
an answer, "Good. You may begin."


I felt my end of the teeter-totter rise up and soon my feet were off the
ground again. As a result, not only was I impaled on the dildo but my clit
came into contact with some kind of plastic nub that was also attached to
the seat. As I scraped against it, I felt a shudder go through my body. I
knew I wasn't going to last long in the game.


My partner (I guess she was really my opponent) must have then pushed her
legs against the floor because I started to go down. If she really wanted
to win she could have just held me in the air and eventually that would
have sent me over the edge.


My body weight continued to press me onto the dildo until my feet hit the
floor. Then I slowly lowered myself until the teeter-totter hit the
floor. That gave me a little bounce as I fucked myself. But it also meant
my opponent was all the way in the air. I knew what that would be doing to
her so I didn't rush pushing myself back up. I let her dangle for just a
few seconds like she had done to me.


The dildo was no longer buried to its hilt inside of me since my legs were
holding me up. Just the tip was inside of me. As I pushed up with my legs,
however, I knew that would change quickly. I wasn't expecting how much of a
rush the quick penetration would be, however. It took my breath away and
when I reached the top and stimulated my clit again. The grunt that escaped
my mouth was clearly audible.


Back and forth we went. Each cycle brought me closer to orgasm and closer
to the punishment of losing the contest. Because the other girl was gagged,
I couldn't get a handle on how close she was to cumming. I could hear mews
of pleasure from behind her gag, but without my sight, it was impossible to
see if I had a chance of winning.


We repeated our cycle of bouncing up and down tormenting each other. Each
round my arousal got higher and higher. It wouldn't be long before I
exploded. I wished I could see my partner, but if I did, the sight of her
doing the same thing I was doing would have probably triggered my
climax. Over and over. Up and down I went. Struggling. Fighting against my
climax. I've got to hold back. I've got to win. It was so hard. I never
wanted to cum so much in my life.


Then she cheated. Well maybe she didn't since I didn't know the rules. But
the last time she was down at the floor, she only came up about 6 inches
and then she went back down and hit the floor hard. The result was two
fold. First when she went up, my dildo came out just a bit, but when she
stopped, I bottomed out on it again and hit my clit on the nub. That was
bad enough, but when she hit the floor I bounced up just enough to make
impaling myself again very stimulating. Then she did it again. And again. I
begged Mistress to make her stop. I knew she was fucking herself as hard as
she was fucking me, but that didn't matter. She was going to make me cum
and that was the real problem.


"OK, stop that," Mistress announced before telling us to both put our feet
on the ground. "I should whip you for that," she further scolded my
opponent.


I felt a wave of pride wash over me. But that was short lived. I heard the
sound of a large vibrator turning on. I thought Mistress was going to use
it on herself or perhaps my opponent, but instead I felt the firm head of a
Hitachi press against my clit. That was it. The fix was in. In an instant I
was done. I didn't care that I lost the contest. I started cumming
immediately. And I wasn't quiet about it.


"Looks like we have a winner," announced Mistress Jacqui. "And that also
means we have a loser."


I felt the teeter-totter go up one final time. Of course I was shamelessly
humping my dildo and rubbing my clit trying to prolong my orgasm. I felt
the board shake, as the other woman must have been dismounting. Then I felt
myself being lowered to the floor. I didn't have to be told to stand up. My
legs were shaky, but I managed. Then Mistress addressed me again.


"OK, Heather. Time for your punishment and then I'll send you home to think
about what happened tonight."


I didn't want the night to end. I certainly didn't want it to end with my
punishment. But maybe Mistress was just joking and she had something
pleasurable in mind for me. If only life were that easy.

I was led several feet from where I we had been on the teeter-totter. I was
sure Mistress had some other diabolical device waiting for me. My final
test started easy enough. My ankles were cuffed and clipped to hooks on the
floor meaning my legs were spread and I wasn't going to be closing them any
time soon. I felt a warm hand rub across my pussy and heard the gagged
woman grunt in appreciation. She was probably commenting on my wetness. She
gave my clit a quick rub and even fingered me for about 10 seconds.


While she was doing that, Mistress was busy cuffing my hands and then
pulling them above my head on some kind of hoist system.  I was pulled
taught with just a very little wiggle room if I flexed my knees. I figured
they were done with me. I'd probably get spanked, paddled or flogged. But I
was wrong. Not about getting beaten, that was definitely in my future, but
I was wrong that they were done binding me.


I could hear Mistress fiddling with additional apparatus and I felt a rope
touch my shoulder. I shivered in anticipation. Then I felt Mistress' tongue
on my left nipple. It was already hard, but Mistress made sure my blood was
flowing to make it extra sensitive. I probably should have guessed that her
next move would be to attach nipple clamps, but I was still shocked at the
pressure she applied. Still she wasn't done.


I sensed her moving behind me. Then I felt a cool gel being spread against
my anus. Again I shouldn't have been surprised, but somehow I figured my
ass would be spared. The cool gel was soon joined by an even cooler metal
plug. Thankfully it wasn't huge and my ass was able to stretch and
accommodate it. Unlike other plugs I'd used, I could feel the handle of
this plug was curved and followed the contours of my ass. Mistress gave it
a tug to make sure it was seated properly and not going to come out until
she wanted it out.


I really wish I could have seen what she was doing. Next I felt the rope
being taken off my shoulder and felt the plug dancing in my ass as Mistress
was apparently tying the rope to the handle of the plug.  I felt Mistress
tug at the rope to test her tie and it held fast. It also pulled the plug
up which was not a pleasant sensation. "This could get bad," I remember
thinking.


"Just relax," Mistress Jacqui told me as if she expected me to be able to
remain calm. "I need to thread this rope through a pully on the
ceiling. Give me a minute."


I'm sure that minute turned into two. She then told me she had to make it
just the right length. Again I felt it pulling on my butt plug. But that
was nothing compared to when she attached a clip to the chain between my
nipple clamps and then attached the clip to the other end of the rope. My
nipple and ass were thus connected via a pulley on the ceiling.


"As long as you keep your knees locked and don't squirm around too much,
you'll be fine," she told me. I had no doubt that would be easier said than
done.


My tormentors left me for another couple of minutes to stand in darkness
and think about my position. Of course my pussy was still leaking. It had
not received the memo that I shouldn't be enjoying this. Then I heard a
whoosh moments before feeling fire across my belly.


"That is a cat-o-nine-tails," Mistress told me matter-of-factly. "Stings
doesn't it," she said laughing. It wasn't the lash that hurt me so much as
the fact that since I wasn't expecting it my natural reaction was to twist
away and bend my knees. And you know the problem that caused. I quickly
snapped back to attention standing as straight as I could.


"Good girl," Mistress exclaimed. "You are a fast learner."


I smiled behind the mask at her praise.


"Now, I'm going to work on your back side while your friend works on your
front. We'll meet somewhere in the middle."


I gritted my teeth and waited. The second lash wasn't as bad as the
first. Did she use less force or was I just mentally prepared? I'm not
sure, but I held my ground and didn't scream. That was a victory in my
mind. Then I felt a bare hand spank my ass. From there it was a free for
all. My ass was spanked and then paddled. I'm sure it would be black and
blue for a while and I would have trouble sitting. The cat was switched for
a riding crop as she moved to hitting my thighs while a flogger found its
home on my back. Of course that also hit my ass rope and that caused the
plug to hop, but at least it didn't pull the nipple clamps too hard. I
don't think any of my flesh from the shoulders down did not receive some
kind of impact. The bottoms of my feet were protected and they didn't seem
concerned with my arms. But everything else was fair game.


My skin tingled as my nerve endings fired an assault on my senses. Mistress
praised me for taking my punishment so well. I wanted to beg her to stop
and beg her to get me off again, but I resisted the urge. I wanted to prove
I could be a good slave to her and take whatever she could dish out. Of
course that wasn't true. I'm sure she could have hurt me if she really
wanted to. While these blows were painful, I knew they were not doing any
permanent damage. I'm sure I would have welts and lash marks, plus we
already talked about what my ass probably looked like, but in the end, that
would heal quickly before I made another trip to Laughlin.


One of the women took a moment to finger my pussy again. Then two fingers
were pushed through the mouth hole so I could suck my own juices. I made
sure to use a lot of suction showing how much I appreciated that little
gift of pleasure. Then I heard the telltale buzz of the Hitachi again. This
time the feeling was different though. Instead of the bulbous head against
my pussy, the immense vibration was concentrated in a small round
point. And of course, it was right on my clit. As I sure you figured, I
almost jumped out of my skin. I also almost ripped my nipples off. I didn't
care much about my ass at that point as the fire in my nipples raced
through my body.


"That wasn't very nice," I heard Mistress say to my teeter partner. "Do it
right."


Then I heard her address me. "I know you love the Hitachi. Have you ever
tried the g-spot attachment?" I shook my head.


All of a sudden the purpose behind the intense vibration became
apparent. The small round nub was attached to the end of the Hitachi. As I
felt nub and a short shaft being inserted into my very needy pussy it
became clear that some kind of cap was attached to the head of the
Hitachi. The vibrations were no longer concentrated on the outside of my
pussy. They were still there but they were also inside of me. And based on
what my Mistress had said, the end of the shaft would be right on my
g-spot.


I had tried to play with my special spot before without much luck. I'd
always been fortunate to be able to cum from clitoral stimulation so I
didn't give my g much thought. But now, bound and at their mercy with every
nerve firing in my body, I didn't have a choice. My orgasm was fast
building. Not quite as fast as on the teeter-totter, but fast
nonetheless. The buzzing shaft was working overtime on the spongy tissue
inside my pussy and the head of the Hitachi was doing its usual number on
my clit. When Mistress tugged on my nipple chain I hardly noticed. Soon I
was begging her for permission to cum.


"I'll let you cum soon slut, but you have to do something for me."

"Anything," I said between moans. "Just let me cum again."


"I'm going to hit your ass with a cane. It will hurt unlike anything you
have ever felt. I want you to hold out as long as you can. The more strokes
you take before you orgasm, the prouder I will be of you. Do you
understand?"


"Yes Mistress Jacquie," I answered struggling not to cum. "Count along
little girl," she told me before I heard the cane cut through the air.


I can't really describe the intense pain I felt as stroke one contacted my
ass. Mistress was careful to be just below the plug so the cane could
impact both sides of my ass. I screamed and then yelled, "One!" But
surprisingly, at least to me, as I screamed, my clit swelled against the
Hitachi. Far from killing my arousal, it made it stronger.


Was Mistress proud of me that I made it to four before I exploded? I don't
know how many she expected me to withstand before fireworks burst across my
visionless face. My screams of pleasure could have woken the dead. The pain
from the cane morphed into pure pleasure as my body was consumed from the
center out. The other woman held the Hitachi hard against me allowing me to
ride it as a series of orgasms hit me in quick succession. My legs were
unable to support me any longer and I was held up by my wrists and the rope
holding my nipple clamps and butt plug. But the pain from both only served
to drive me deeper into climax.

It was a never-ending orgasm, or so it seemed. Eventually my body began to
shut down from the mix of pain and pleasure. My breathing became labored
and I felt like I might lose consciousness, although I don't think I did. I
remember the Hitachi being pulled from my grateful pussy. I remember the
fire in my nipples as the clamps were removed and I remember feeling empty
when the plug was pulled out of my ass.


I continued to hang by my wrists as I heard movement around me and perhaps
toys and equipment being put away. Then I heard feet on the stairs going up
and soon more feet coming down. My ankles were removed from their cuffs
first. Then my hands were lowered. If I could have seen her I would have
draped my arms over my Mistress and hugged her. But that was not to happen.


I felt my leash being tugged down and understood that I was to get on my
hands and knees once again. I followed the lead in total darkness back up
the stairs and once again over the concrete patio where I had entered the
house. I came in as a dog and I went out as a dog. The limo driver's deep
voice told me again to relieve myself. No bowl this time though. This time
when I pissed I wasn't concerned with the consequences. What a difference a
couple of hours can make. I felt my stream splatter against my thigh, but I
didn't care.


The grass was cooler this time as I was led back to the limo. I didn't care
if any neighbors might have seen me. I was Mistress Jacqui's slut now and
she could use me as she saw fit. Once I was in the car my hands were cuffed
behind my back and the driver then made sure I was seat belted in. I tried
to thrust my loins toward him as he was bent over me working the buckle. If
he wanted to stop out of Mistress' view and fuck me that was fine by
me. But he was too well trained to fall for my offer. He didn't say a word
as we drove through the night.


I didn't bother trying to track the turns between Mistress' house and my
own. I didn't even worry about how long it took so I could figure out a
radius of where the house could be. I just sat naked and happy in the back
of the car. My pussy satisfied, at least for now. When I got home he
removed the hood. It felt strange not to be wearing it. Its feeling like a
second skin had become my new reality.


Later that night as I lay in bed reliving every moment since I left for the
adult bookstore I frigged myself with a ferocity I'd never known before
while masturbating. But my satisfaction brought by my own hands was nothing
compared to the orgasms granted by Mistress Jacqui.


I wasn't sure if I'd passed her test or whether tonight was some kind of
initiation. But I knew she had awoken feelings in me which now could never
be put away. I prayed she would take me into her service. I prayed my
husband would understand. I prayed that she would call me the next day and
give me another task. But most of all I dreamed of the day when the next
orgasm she gave me made tonight's climaxes pale in comparison. I didn't
know if that was possible. But if anybody could do it, it was Mistress
Jacqui.