Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 08:33:57 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Bad Wife, Good Sub - Chapter 05 (lesbian authoritarian)

Bad Wife, Good Sub Ð Chapter 05
By
Tappy McWidestance


I gingerly walked out of the ladies' room praying the egg wouldn't turn on
until I reached the bar stool. I scanned the bar area and didn't see
anybody I thought of as a prospective partner. Although I was nervous about
being recognized, I didn't just want to grab the first guy and take him
upstairs. Mistress Jacqui had been very specific in her instructions to
choose somebody who at least understood the scene, although finding someone
who was into the scene certainly would be better.  I sat at one of the
small tables. The pub height chair meant when I crossed my legs they would
be at waist level for anybody walking by. The short skirt meant plenty of
my stocking covered legs were exposed. I began to worry that I looked like
a prostitute as the table I chose conveniently would be visible from most
positions in the bar. While Vegas is a wild, open town, prostitution is
still illegal in Clark County and I knew the casinos did not support
working girls hanging out at the bars. Just then the egg sprung to life
causing me to gasp. Any thought of being hassled for being there
disappeared. I squeezed my thighs together to make sure the egg wouldn't
squirt out and felt some of my juices leaking out of my pussy and running
down my thighs. I strained not to react, but I'm sure if someone was
watching they would know something was amiss.


I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. I knew the egg would turn off soon
as it was programmed to stay on only for between 30 seconds and a
minute. Unfortunately this time it was closer to a minute. I could feel an
orgasm beginning to build and I was afraid I would cum sitting on the
stool, but then it turned off. My mouth unclenched, I breathed a sigh of
relief and I opened my eyes. I took a quick scan around the bar and nobody
seemed to notice. Nobody noticed except perhaps a woman sitting on the
other side of the bar who was staring at me.


She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. She had dark hair and was
wearing big, dark sunglasses. She was wearing a dress showing off an ample
chest and appeared to be in her 40s. Because of the position of the bar, I
couldn't see her body below her breasts, but immediately I was attracted to
her. I figured she could only see my face and chest as well and wondered
what my facial contortions must have looked like to her. A waitress
appeared and took my order for white wine. If she had noticed me buzzing
myself, she didn't say anything. Before she returned I remembered to put my
key chain with the remote onto the table in plain sight. When the waitress
placed my glass next to my keys, I tried to gauge the look in her eyes to
see if she noticed or knew what it controlled. If she did, she gave no
indication.


I look back at the exotic brunette across the bar. She had diverted her
attention from me and was talking to a much younger blonde. I caught both
looking my way briefly and then turning back to each other. The older
brunette was drinking wine like me while the blonde had a mixed drink of
some kind. She drank it quickly and then walked back to the poker
room. Then the egg turned on again. Again I shut my eyes and clenched my
teeth. Thankfully this time it was on a shorter length of time. But that
did little to quench my arousal. Again I felt an orgasm building and I
resigned myself to eventually cumming on this stool and the embarrassment
that would bring. Of course the thought also turned me on more making it
inevitable that it would be a self-fulfilling prophesy.


When I opened my eyes this time the brunette was not watching. Now she was
sitting with a guy at her table. He seemed familiar too. He was wearing
sunglasses like she was, but also a gray hoodie. That seemed out of place
given our surroundings. He was about her age and was drinking a beer. He
also basically slammed it like the blonde before him and then walked back
to the poker room. Then I figured out who he was. He was Phil Locke,
nicknamed the Unibomber, for his habit of pulling his hoodie tight around
his face while playing poker. If I was right, that meant the brunette was
actress Jennifer Tilly. I didn't know much about the poker world, but my
husband made me watch on TV enough to know they were the celebrity couple
of the poker world. I didn't recognize the blonde, but she must be a player
too and was obviously friends with Jennifer.


I was actually excited at the prospect of meeting Tilly. I had enjoyed her
movies and knew she had won a World Series of Poker bracelet. I remember as
a young woman seeing her in Let It Ride. Even though I wasn't bisexual back
then (or at least I didn't realize it yet) I remember thinking the little
red dress she squeezed into was incredibly hot. It must have been a
precursor to my love of large breasts as I remember all these years later
seeing her tits spill out the top of that dress throughout the movie. And
here she was. She had gained weight through the years, but she was still
hot.


Just then another glass of wine arrived at my table. I had not ordered
it. The waitress said it was with the complements of two guys sitting at
the other end of the bar. Just looking at them I could tell they thought I
was a hooker.  Then the damn egg turned on again. I involuntarily shut my
eyes. I knew they were watching, but the buzzing sensation in my pussy was
ruling my subconscious and there was no way I could hide my emotions. When
I finally regained my faculties I noticed them laughing a bit in my
direction. I also noticed Jennifer staring at me intently.


I wanted to approach her, but I was too scared the egg would slide out of
my pussy. The guys came over and I politely thanked them for the drink but
then brushed them off saying I was waiting for someone. That scene repeated
itself a couple of times. I didn't get a Dom vibe from any of the men who
approached me. Nobody was talking to Jennifer. I wondered if they were
intimidated by her or just enjoying my exhibitionism more. After four
glasses of wine I was feeling tipsy and had to tell the waitress not to
bring me any more. I was starting to feel like I might not find my Dom in
shining armor here tonight. I could lie to Mistress Jacqui and make up a
story, but somehow I knew she had a spy watching me and would know I was
lying to her. I watched the waitress tell a couple of other guys I didn't
want another drink. Another 10 minutes passed. I was ready to give up and
admit I had failed. Then the damn egg turned on again. This time it stayed
on for the full minute although it seemed longer. I was struggling not to
orgasm and with my eyes tightly shut I imagined the entire bar was watching
me. Finally it stopped and I opened my eyes. I was shocked to see an
expanse of firm thighs and the bottom hem of a short dress fill my field of
vision. As I scanned upward I saw a pair of magnificent breasts,
intoxicating cleavage and a smiling Hollywood actress turned poker
professional standing in front of me. She had two glasses of wine. "Do you
mind if I sit down?" she asked. Her voice was sultry like it had been in
Bound. It was much more appealing than her tinny "bimbo" voice from Let It
Ride. I just nodded. I couldn't speak.


She gracefully pulled the chair out and swung her butt up onto the padded
seat. Unfortunately the table blocked my view of her legs swinging up
underneath it. Finally I was able to steady myself. I held out my hand.


"Hi, I'm Heather," I said trying not to sound nervous.


She took my hand in hers. "I'm Jennifer," she said. I noticed she didn't
release my hand immediately but turned it to look at my wedding ring.


"I know who you are," I told her. "I've been a fan of you for a long time."


It seemed like she was upset that I said "a long time." Maybe she thought
that made her sound old. I decided to change the subject.


"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Was that Phil who came over before?
Were you playing poker?"


She told me there was a big multiday tournament going on but that she got
bounced early in the first round. I could tell she was upset about it.
Just then the egg turned on. Damn random setting. When I opened my eyes
again about 40 seconds later, she was staring intently at me.


"Do you mind if I ask what that was all about? I noticed you drifting off a
couple times from across the bar."


My face instantly blushed. I knew she had noticed before, but having her
call me out on it while she was sitting in front of me was the most
embarrassing feeling in the world. I tried to think of some kind of nifty
lie, but I couldn't. So I just told her the truth. Well at least some of
the truth.


"I'm wearing a vibrating egg. It's set to go on at random times," I told
her trying to sound proud and not like some kind of freak.


She looked at me in disbelief. "Really?" she asked.


"Really," I replied. Then I looked down at my keys subconsciously trying to
let her make the connection. She continued to just look into my eyes. Even
without the egg buzzing I was squirming. I had to get her into my bed. I
didn't know if she qualified for Mistress' instruction about getting picked
up by someone who could dominate me. I knew in my heart, Jennifer could. I
would do anything she asked. But was she into being a real domme? I decided
it didn't matter. If she just wanted straight sex that was fine and I could
find somebody else later to fulfill my task. Then I had the horrifying
thought that maybe she wasn't bi. After all, she did have a good looking
boyfriend. No, the way she was looking at me was far from innocent. She
wanted me. At least that was what my mind led me to believe.


Without waiting for her to speak again, I casually let it slip that "my
Mistress ordered me to sit here and buzz myself." I noticed she perked up a
bit.


"Your Mistress?" she questioned. I nodded. "Is she here now?" she asked. I
shook my head. "I don't think so. I have not seen her."


Jennifer quickly finished one of the glasses of wine she brought with her
and then offered the other to me. I declined. She started sipping it and
waved at the waitress to bring two more glasses of wine. I guess she needed
some liquid courage when she remarked, "I always wondered what it would be
like to have a Mistress." It was a topic I was happy to discuss, but I
wanted to swing the conversation around to having her be in charge. I
didn't even care about my task any more. I wanted to bury my face in her
cleavage and then between her legs.


"I'll tell you what it's like to serve a beautiful Mistress," I offered,
"but first you have to do something for me," I told her. I figured this was
my best time to try to seduce her so what did I have to lose.


She looked a little skeptical. I'm sure she had fans that were pains in the
ass (not in the good way) and probably worried a bit about me.


"What do you want?" she asked.


I slid my keys over to her. "That remote is for the egg. Switch it off
random. You can control it instead."


She looked at me at first like I was crazy, then she smiled. "OK," she
said. "I'm game."


She picked up my keys and examined the remote. "Now that I have your keys
you can't leave either," she said. I had not thought of that, but she was
right. "Now tell me about this Mistress of yours."


I started to tell her my story. Almost immediately she pressed the button
on the remote and my egg sprung to life. I jumped and she turned it
off. Then she smiled again. She seemed to revel in the fact that she could
distract me at any moment with a touch of her finger. I was struggling to
get through my story as she was turning the egg on and off with a maddening
frequency.


"If you're not careful I'm going to cum," I told her.


"Isn't that what you want?" she asked in an almost innocent tone.


Without thinking I blurted out, "I want you to take me upstairs and fuck
me."


The egg turned off and she stared at me again. "Really?" she asked. I
nodded. The egg turned back on.


"Is that what your Mistress told you to do? To pick up a woman at the bar?"


I was squirming on my stool. I shook my head. "Not a woman," I said. "I
mean, a woman would be fine. Specifically someone who would dominate
me. I'd rather it be a woman, though."


She left the egg on while she was thinking.


"I'm not sure I'd be good for you," she finally said in a whisper barely
audible over the din of the casino. "I've never played your game before,"
she said as my heart sank. "But I've thought about it a lot. But I think
I'm a sub too."


She started telling me how she had always been straight until she filmed
Bound with Gina Gershon. She said the first scene they filmed when they
kissed opened her eyes. She then said, "To tell you a secret. When we
filmed the seduction scene where I put her finger under my dress, I didn't
wear underwear during the filming. I had during rehearsals, but when it
came time to shoot, I surprised her and went commando. I was really as wet
as Violet's character."


"Did Gina like it?" I asked her as I was getting closer and closer to
orgasm.


"Yes she did," Jennifer confessed. "She really began to finger me and I was
as close to cumming as I looked in the final edit. If the director hadn't
yelled cut, I would have cum on set. I think he knew we were doing it for
real which is why he cut the scene short. I felt about the same as you do
now."


Again I just nodded at her. I couldn't speak. The egg and her story had me
teetering on the edge. She looked at me and then looked at the
controller. Then she shut down the egg. I breathed a mixed sigh of relief
and resentment.


"That is kind of fun having this control," she commented.


"Please let me cum," I begged her figuring if she got a taste of the Domme
role she might switch.


She looked at her watch and then looked around. "I need to check on
something. What's the range on this remote?"

"I told her I wasn't sure. 25 or 30 feet I guess," I told her.


She pointed to a secure elevator bank. "I'll be gone a couple of
minutes. If I want you to come upstairs, I'll turn on the egg. Meet me at
the elevators. We'll need my swipe card to get past security. Otherwise
I'll make sure your keys at sent to the front desk." And with that she
walked away. I got a better look at her legs and ass as she headed toward
the poker room. Oh God how I wanted the egg to turn back on.


I looked at my watch and started counting down the time. One minute
passed. Then two and then three. I thought she had decided against fucking
me. At five minutes I was despondent and ready to give up. I'd failed and I
would have to face Mistress Jacqui's wrath, although I'd have a good story
to tell. Just then the vibe turned on. A warm sense of relief washed over
me. Or was that arousal. No matter, I stood up, left $20 on the table for
the waitress and slowly started walking toward the elevator. I say slowly
because I was still a bit buzzed from the wine and of course, I still had
my ever-present fear of losing the egg.  Jennifer was standing next to the
security guard. He eyed me up and down as I approached. She took my hand
and led me to the bank of elevators.


"Tatjana and Phil are both going to survive the night if they don't do
anything stupid. That gives us at least an hour before they call the
break."


I knew who Phil was, but Tatjana was a name I didn't recognize. I asked who
that was, but just then the elevator opened and she ushered me
inside. Instead of answering she pinned me up against the wall and kissed
me passionately. Then she pulled back and it the button for the second to
the top floor. Then she turned back to me. "Is that the kind of kiss your
mistress gives you?" she asked before forcing herself against me
again. Before I could respond her tongue was in my mouth and her hands were
on my breasts. She was mauling me like she had to get her feel in because I
was going to run away. That was the last thing on my mind right then.


"That's how I wanted Gina to kiss me in the movie but she wouldn't do
it. I'm sure the guys would have supported it."


I realized she was trying to domme me from the bottom. She was showing me
what she wanted someone to do to her. I felt her hand going under my
skirt. I wondered if she would be as surprised that I was pantyless as Gina
was surprised during the movie shoot. She didn't comment about how wet and
available I was, but she did begin to rub my clit. That was just the
stimulation I needed since she had not turned the egg off yet. Almost
instantly I was at peak. True to my training, though I held back long
enough to say "Mistress, please may your slut cum?"


She didn't say anything, but as the elevator binged that we'd arrived at
our floor, she spun me around so she was pressed against my back. I heard
the door open as she popped the buttons on my blouse exposing my bra. Her
other hand was back under my skirt. She fiercely grabbed my left breast and
started rubbing my clit again.


"Cum for me slut!" she screamed getting into the role. And cum I did. I
heard the door opening, but it didn't matter. If someone was there, so be
it. Jennifer had a much bigger reputation to defend than I did, so I didn't
care. I began to convulse on her fingers. I felt her drop my breasts and
grab my hair. She tugged my head backward.


"Look up at the security camera," she said forcefully, "Time to immortalize
yourself."


That was the last thing I wanted, but it didn't matter. I was too far-gone
to do anything but moan when she pulled my head back. "You are such a
slut," she cooed into my ear. "God, I love it. I wish I was so free." I was
still shaking riding her finger to worry much about what she said. I heard
the door try to close, but it opened again. She must have blocked with her
leg. It happened several additional times as I started to come down from my
orgasmic high. Then the control panel started to buzz. I guess after a few
times trying to close it signals an alert. I stood up straight and pulled
her hand away from my pussy. Thankfully she let go of my hair and I turned
and pushed her out of the elevator. As the doors closed she put her fingers
in her mouth and sucked off my juices.


"You taste divine," she told me.  "Take me to your room and I'll let you
drink from the source," I replied. "Can I do it here?" she asked.


I was starting to feel the thrill of being in charge. She'd finger banged
me, but I could tell being in charge really wasn't what she craved. I
looked up and saw the security camera. After what she had done to me in the
elevator, I probably should have just had her drop to my knees and worship
my pussy, but I didn't want her on camera doing that. I hooked my finger
onto her dress between her cleavage and pulled her toward the hallway. She
scampered behind me. I looked up and down the next hall and then turned
left.


"My room is the other way," she said.


I didn't respond but pulled her into the icemaker alcove. I looked and
there was no security camera in that section. I reached back and unzipped
my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor I told her to get on her knees. And
that dear readers is how an Academy Award Nominee found her place on her
knees in a hallway at the Bellagio eating my pussy. I grabbed her head the
way she had done to me and then I reached down and pulled her magnificent
right breast free from its lacy enclosure. She was going to town on my
pussy and to nobody's surprise, at least not to my surprise, the egg
finally slid out. I hoped she would suck it into her mouth, but she
didn't. It hit the floor and made an obscene buzzing sound that didn't slow
her down in the least. I was starting to get worried that we would get
caught and was trying to get her to stop so we could go to her room, but
she was having none of that. She wanted me to cum again. Fortunately once I
cum one it doesn't take me long to cum again. Unfortunately it wasn't fast
enough and a young couple walked passed us in the hallway, presumable
heading toward the elevators and the casino floor. They stopped for a
moment, startled I'm sure at the lesbian action happening out in the
open. The girl gasped when she realized what was happening. The guy smiled
and I could tell he started to get hard. "What happens in Vegas, stays in
Vegas," he said thinking he was clever. His girl hit him across the
stomach. "Don't get any ideas," she told him and then they walked away. I'm
pretty sure they didn't recognize the mass of black hair between my legs as
Jennifer Tilly. But I figured it was better not to take chances. I pulled
her back to her feet. How far is the room?" I asked.


"End of the hall the other way," she replied.


"Help me get my skirt back on," I told her. She did, although she gave my
ass a nice kiss before zipping it up. My blouse was still sans buttons
thanks to her elevator grab, but at least my pussy was secured. I turned
off the egg and picked it up. We walked down to her room. We didn't pass
anybody else.


Inside the suite was spacious. There appeared to be two bedrooms, which I
asked about. I wondered if one was just for sex. Jennifer was proving to be
a hellcat and I doubted I was the first person she had picked up in a bar.


"Oh, Phil and I share that one," she said pointing to what looked like a
master suite, "and Tatjana takes the other one."


There was that name again. "Who is Tatjana," I asked.

"You saw her earlier," Jennifer said. "Tatjana Pasalic. She was the blonde
who stopped by for a drink.


"What's her story? Are you a couple?" I asked. I certainly didn't care if
they were a couple. Actually it would be pretty hot if they were. But I
wanted to know if any jealous lovers were likely to burst in on us.


"We've hooked up a couple of times, but it's not serious. We share a suite
on the road to cut costs," she explained. I wanted to explain it was
probably much cheaper to rent two regular rooms than to split this huge
suite, but that wasn't for me to worry about. I got a sense there was more
to the story so I pressed her a bit.


"Ok, here's the deal," she continued. "I get to fuck her when we're both in
the mood. But Phil only gets to fuck her if I'm there and participating. I
don't want to give him the impression he can fuck any piece of tail on the
road."


"But it's OK for you to fuck her without him?" I said trying not to sound
judgmental.


She winked at me. "Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."


"Why did you pick her?" I asked. "You could have anyone you want."


Jennifer laughed. "Maybe 20 years ago you would have been right. Now it's
tougher."


"Really, why her? Is she good in bed?"


"The truth," Jennifer began to confess, "is that a couple of years ago at a
World Series of Poker event her boyfriend made her wear a cat suit at the
tournament because she lost a bet. She was so sexy I knew I had to have
her. I also figured she must be a wild one, so I figured out a plan to
seduce her."


"Why did she wear a cat suit? Isn't that weird at a tournament?"


"Well it's a little strange that somebody as accomplished at cards would
dress up, but you do get lower level players in costume trying to get on
TV. In her case, she lost some kind of bet with her boyfriend and was
paying it off."


"How did you seduce her?" I asked.


"Well, I'd like to say it was my raw sexuality, but really when she broke
up with her boyfriend about 6 months ago, Phil and I found her drunk at a
bar and ended up back in the room having three-way rebound sex. Things kind
of evolved from there."


"You said you think about being a sub. Did she ever domme you?"


"No," Jennifer told me sheepishly. "That's my little secret. That's why you
turn me on so much. I've tried to hint at it with Tatjana. Heck, I've
hinted at it with Phil. But neither seem to pick up on it."


"Maybe they just need a push," I said hopefully.


"Yeah, I don't think so," she responded. "So what do we do now?"


"Speaking for myself," I said, "I want you to fuck me senseless. I'll be
happy to eat your pussy first though. You've got me off a couple of times
already."


"By fuck you senseless, do you mean with a strap-on?" she asked.


"Yes," I said proudly. "I've got one in my bag."


"I've never used one," she confessed. "My lady friends just like fingers
and tongues."


"Then you'll love this," I said pulling my Hitachi out of the
bad. Jennifer's eyes widened when she saw the bulbous head. Then I grabbed
my strap-on.


"How about you fuck me and hold that on my clit?" Jennifer counter offered.


It was difficult to turn down that offer. How often would you get the
opportunity to have Jennifer Tilly on her back bucking against your cock?


"How long do we have?" I asked.


"About a half hour now," she replied. They break at midnight for the
day. Tatjana usually comes up to the room pretty quickly. Phil probably
will be at the bar with his friends for a couple of hours."


"Maybe I should stay and meet Tatjana?" I said. "I could tell her how much
you want to submit to her."


"Let me submit to you first and see how that goes," she told me.


"OK," I said. "Get naked and I'll fuck you."


At the time I didn't realize how disappointed my voice probably sounded at
saying that. That wasn't my intention. Luckily Jennifer didn't seem to
notice. She was too busy taking off her dress. It didn't take long. Then I
told her to undress me. If she was going to be a sub, she was going to have
to do the work.


She looked so sexy on her knees in front of me pulling my skirt down. I
would have loved to pull her mouth against my pussy again, but we didn't
have time. After I was naked, well, I still had on my stocking and heels, I
grabbed my fake cock. I had planned on my pick-up wearing it and it felt
weird sliding it up my legs. But before I even had the straps tight,
Jennifer's mouth was around it and her head was bobbing up and down.


Being a Domme was very foreign to me, but I did my best to berate her like
Mistress Jacqui, Toni and Kim did to me. She continued to suck my dick. I
didn't feel any contact with my clit, but I did feel power by having her on
her knees. But time was wasting away so I popped by cock out of her mouth.


"Crawl behind me slut," I commanded her. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I
said it. I grabbed my bag and walked toward Tatjana's bedroom. When I
reached the bed I realized I had missed the fun of watching a Hollywood
star crawl naked on the floor. I ordered her to crawl back to the living
room and return so I could watch. I saw pure lust in her eyes as she
crawled back. I knew that look as I had it when I was with Mistress Jacqui,
even though my eyes were blindfolded so Mistress couldn't see them.


"On the bed on your back, whore," I barked at her. I wasn't sure if she
would balk at the term whore, but she didn't. Reaching into my bag for my
handy cuffs, I quickly secured her wrists to the headboard. Then I grabbed
my Hitachi.


"Ever use one of these?" I asked her. With a throaty moan she said, "No."


"Then you are in for a treat. Too bad we don't have much time. I would love
to tease you for an hour. But if I turn it on high I bet you can cum in a
minute or less."


"Please don't make me wait, Mistress," she called out.


"I'm not your Mistress you dumb cunt," I hissed at her still trying to
sound stern. I couldn't believe I'd used the `C' word and again I looked at
her to see if I went to far. But apparently I had not. I turned the Hitachi
on and pressed it against her clit. Not surprisingly she went wild. Then
while holding it hard against her I maneuvered myself between her legs.


I'd only secured her wrists so she was rolling back and forth as the
vibrations wracked her body. As a result her legs kept opening and
shutting.


"Keep those slut legs spread so I can fuck you slave!" I yelled. She was
too far gone to really react. I could tell she was about to cum and was out
of touch with reality. I did my best to force myself between her legs. She
started to cum just as I pushed the tip of the dildo inside of her. I got a
few good thrusts in, but she was thrashing about and oblivious to what I
was doing. She came harder than anybody I'd ever seen and then she passed
out. I was very disappointed that I was not in her position, but what can
you do. Hollywood stars get what they want.


I decided to have a little revenge on her. I unstrapped the dildo and left
it in her. I also left her cuffed to the bed while she slept. She had not
woken up by the time I dressed (I found a blouse in her room to replace my
torn one.) so I wrote a note with my address asking her to return my
toys. I left her passed out and cuffed to the bed for Tatjana to find. I
was sure she would thank me for it later.


I walked down the hall, somewhat doing the walk of shame, for my
behavior. At the elevator I pushed the down button. As I waited I rehashed
the night in my brain. It was a great night. Probably not exactly what
Mistress Jacqui wanted, but I'd certainly acted like the slut she likes me
to be. I heard the elevator bing and the doors opened. Had I looked at my
watch again I would not have been surprised that Tatjana walked out of the
elevator. She looked at me. I'm sure she recognized me from the bar, but I
don't think she realized I was wearing Jennifer's shirt. She didn't say
anything. She just walked passed me. I had figured Jennifer had told her
she was taking me upstairs. But she could have at least said hello. I
turned to follow her as she rounded the corner into the hallway. I just
peaked around the corner. She definitely had a nice ass. I could picture
her in a cat suit and made a mental not to search the web for pictures. I
watch for a few seconds as she walked down the hallway. I really wanted to
chase after her. I wanted to help her with Jennifer. Heck, I would have
settled to be a fly on the wall to see how Tatjana would react to seeing
the present I left for her. But I headed back to the elevator instead. It
was time to go home and write a recap for Mistress Jacqui.


Passing the bar I saw Phil, still in his hoodie although sans
glasses. There were a couple other players I recognized from TV. They were
holding court. I wondered if any of them really knew how crazy Jennifer was
or that by now hopefully Tatjana was fucking her with the strap-on. They
were happy having beers. They were missing the real show. Oh well. Tomorrow
is another day.



I was still pretty keyed up when I got home, so after I shower I just
slipped on a silky robe, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and
then sat down on the family room couch to wind down. I was flipping through
the channels looking for anything decent to watch when I stopped on a
softcore film on Skinimax. Given the life I had been leading lately, the
soft nature of the sex scene, while they may have been hot for a movie
channel, did little for me except make me wish for something a little
steamier. I was comfortable on the couch though and didn't want to sit by
the computer to stream a good BDSM scene. My husband and I did have a
couple X-rated DVDs. They were pretty tame as well as they were just
straight sex, but they hopefully would be enough to get me off. I must have
been more tired than I realized, because the combination of the wine and
some pussy play caused me to fall asleep on the couch. I didn't even have
an orgasm. How bad is it when you fall asleep during sex.


I woke up early the next morning to the sound of someone knocking
forcefully on my front door. "Who the fuck could that be?" I cursed under
my breath not knowing what time it was, only knowing I was still tired. I
had been on the couch all night and except for my robe was naked. Or should
I say, was naked, as my robe was unwrapped and had fallen to my sided
during the night. I stood up groggily and pulled the robe closed. I tied
the sash around my waist and walked toward the door. I didn't bother to
look through the peephole. I wasn't really awake and besides, what criminal
knocks before breaking into a house. I swung the door open and was shocked
to see a very disheveled Jennifer Tilly standing there. She had a long coat
covering her body. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing large dark
sunglasses.


Standing behind her, with her hand tightly grabbing the back of Jennifer's
neck, was a very smartly dressed Tatjana Pasalic. Jennifer looked much like
me, not ready to face the morning. Tatjana looked ready to conquer the
world and very much in charge of the Hollywood star.


"Is this the one?" Tatjana barked while pulling back on Jennifer's neck.


"Yes, Mistress," Jennifer replied in an almost pleading voice.


"My slut says you used her last night and she needs to bring you back your
toys. Is this correct?" Tatjana said. It took me a moment to realize she
was talking to me. I was too busy wondering what Jennifer was wearing under
her coat. In a quiet voice I finally answered.


"Yes. I mean, I was with her last night while you were playing cards."


Tatjana released Jennifer's neck. "Go to the car whore and get the bag,"
she snarled.


Jennifer immediately began walking back to the car. I was trying to figure
out what was happening.


"I'm sorry for the imposition last night. She can be a handful." She then
turned toward the car again. "Bring the coffee in too, bitch," she
yelled. My neighbors definitely would have heard her if their windows were
open. I looked up and down the street to see if anybody was out at this
hour. I was relieved that I didn't see anybody.


"May we come in?" Tatjana asked. I had no clue what game she was playing,
but I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by.


"Of course," I said backing away from the door. Tatjana wasted no time
walking in and past me.


I looked again at Jennifer who by now had reached the car. That was when I
felt a hand on the sash of my robe. Before I could react, Tatjana had spun
me around to face her and then pushed me against the wall. She was strong,
much stronger than I expected for her slender frame. Of course with my
level of surprise, I wasn't in much of a position to defend myself. Not
that I wanted to mind you.


Tatjana grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. She is tall, so it
was easy for her to press her lips against mine. Perhaps crush her lips
against mine is a better description. She was clearly demonstrating her
superiority to me and I was letting her. She then dropped my
wrists. Instinctively I began to pull my arms down, but she quickly scolded
me to, "keep your arms above my head," which I naturally did.


She was staring into my eyes, but her hands were skillfully untying the
sash of my robe exposing my naked body beneath. Her hands wrapped strongly
around my waist and she pulled me tightly against her for another brutally
passionate kiss. It took my breath away. A strand of saliva hung in the air
between us as she pulled her head back. I tried to follow her with my head,
but once again her eyes pierced mine and I shrunk from the confrontation. I
did my best to silently plead with her for another kiss, but instead I felt
her hands cup my breasts. As she did, I felt her thumbs flick across my
nipples. I gasped, unable to breath momentarily.


"So these are the tits Jennifer was raving about," she said with a
smile. She still had not broken eye contact with me and I dared not look
down.


I felt her release my left breast and saw out of the corner of my eye her
right hand drawing back. I knew what was about to happen even before I saw
the blur and felt the open palmed contact to the side of my breasts. The
slap was followed by a forceful grab, much more powerful than the gentle
caress earlier. Again I gasped and then I felt her left hand leave my right
breasts and knew it was about to get the same treatment. When she had both
my breasts slapped and in her vice like grip she spoke again.


"I like this tits. Good weight, they fit just right in my hands and your
nipples react well to a little pain. I assume they enjoy a good clamping?"


Hearing that left me breathless. "Yes, Mistress," I managed to say softly.


Tatjana was still just looking into my eyes, well deeply into my soul
really, when I heard the door open and a bag hit the floor. I knew that was
my sex toy bag being returned. I also knew the toys wouldn't stay there
long.


"Help this slut take off her robe," Tatjana said to Jennifer before
dropping my breasts. I moved forward off the wall to allow Jennifer to
strip me. Tatjana headed toward the couch. Without turning to face us she
called out, "Check her pussy, slave. I'm sure it's soaking."


After my robe had found the floor, Jennifer slid a finger into my pussy. As
you might expect it found no resistance. Nor did her second finger.


"Just as I figured. Another slut who likes being told what to do. OK. Bring
her over here," Tatjana called from the couch.


Jennifer took my hand and escorted me to her new Mistress. I peeked but I
couldn't tell what Jennifer had on under her coat. Apparently that was less
important than Tatjana telling me to take her clothes off for her. "Slow
and sensual," were my directions and I did the best I could. I slowly
unbuttoned her blouse making sure to "accidentally" brush against her
nipples. After her blouse found the floor, she told me to do her bra
next. It was silky smooth and felt amazing to my touch. Or perhaps it was
her very firm breasts and very hard nipples contained inside that held my
attention more than the garment. Either way her command to "worship my
breasts" when the bra came loose was a command I was happen to obey.


"She really does obey well," I heard Jennifer comment from behind me.


"You have a lot to learn from her," Tatjana replied.


I felt like I was in a weird sub sandwich between these two beautiful and
obviously horny women. I knelt in front of Tatjana giving praise to her
breasts and nipples. She continued to describe my actions to Jennifer
explain exactly how she liked to be nibbled and sucked. She held the back
of my head gently, but definitely with a possessive feel. I could have
stayed in that position for hours, although I think it was only about 10
minutes before she told me to continue and remove her pants. Needless to
say this command excited me because I knew her panties would be next.


Pulling her tight jeans over her ass and down her legs was a challenge
because of the way she was sitting. I'm sure watching me struggle was part
of her enjoyment. As soon as I had her pants off I reached for her panties,
but she stopped me.


"Put your head between my legs and drink in my scent," she commanded
me. Again it was an instruction I was happy to complete. This time when she
took my head in her hands her grip was more forceful as if each task I
completed for her gave her confidence that I was willing to serve her. She
was wearing a thin, peach colored thong. I was soaked through. When my nose
touched it, her wetness was apparent, as was her strong smell of arousal. I
began to rub my face up and down her slit without her tugging on my
head. As I began to do, however, she got the message that was my plan and
started pulling my hair to encourage me. Even though it had been my idea, I
guess she wanted to feel in control.


"Notice how she worships my pussy, Jen Jen," she said in a mocking baby
speak tone. "It's covered but she still loves it. You need to be the same
way. Whenever I tell you to crawl between my legs, you should show me the
devotion my pussy deserves."


I was ready to show her plenty of devotion to eating her pussy and making
her cum, but she wasn't ready for that yet. She seemed happier to use me to
taunt Jennifer. Not that I was particularly complaining, but I wanted to
taste her at the source and not through her thong. Tatjana showed
tremendous patience as I could tell her pussy was demanding more direct
attention, but she was intent on showing her dominance and wasn't going to
give in so easily to her own pleasure. Again she made me wait about 10
minutes before giving me the order to remove her thong. She lifted her hips
this time to make that task easier to complete.


"I'm sure Jen Jen is disappointed that you have had all the fun. I can see
the lust in her eyes. I want you to put my thong over her head and up
against her nose and mouth."


Apparently I was now going to take a more active role teasing the lovely
Jennifer. I stood up and turned to face her. I too saw the lust in her eyes
Tatjana had mentioned. It was clear she was relishing in letting her friend
take the lead and I really wanted to find out what had happened the night
before after I left. I moved in close to her. I debated whether I should
kiss her or not. I really wanted to give her another passionate kiss like
last night, but I decided against it. At least for now.


Without prompting, Jennifer meekly bowed her head toward me so I could slip
the thong over and down across her nose and mouth. It seemed to me that for
someone who just 12 hours ago had only fantasized about being submissive,
she certainly had come a long way. Then again, when I got my first taste of
serving a Domme, I learned quickly too. She looked so beautiful with her
lust filled eyes still showing, but with her nose and mouth covered I
couldn't help but pull her into a strong embrace. If Tatjana wanted to
punish me later for overstepping my bounds, that was fine with me. I
pressed my lips against the outside of the thong over Jennifer's
mouth. Tatjana's flavor was strong and her arousal scene was pungent. And I
was just getting the soak through. With the inside over Jennifer's face, I
was sure she was having an even more powerful reaction. My kiss, while
passionate, didn't last very long. With the thong between us, it just
didn't work for me. Sure I loved tasting Tatjana, but either Jennifer was
scare to react with passion because her Mistress had not given her liberty
to enjoy my kiss or the situation was just too weird. Either way I pulled
my head back and turned back toward Tatjana.


"I really must thank you," she told me. "You left me a nicely wrapped
present last night."


She smiled when she said that. I didn't realize from her photos online what
a beautiful smile she had. I smiled back.


"My last boyfriend," she continued, "always let me initiate sex. I didn't
realize it at the time, but he probably wanted me to dominate him. I admit
I had thoughts of taking control of Jen Jen every time we fucked. But I
wasn't sure how to bring up that subject. Thanks to you, I didn't have to."


"It was my pleasure," I assured her.


"She pleased me several times orally before I untied her. She begged me to
fuck her with the strap-on. I figured she earned it so I gave her a good
screwing. It was a bit of a shock when Phil walked in on us."


"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "What did he say?"


"He was pretty drunk. I'm not sure he realized what I was doing. He knows
we use toys, but I don't think he grasped that I was wearing a
strap-on. Jen Jen, like the slut she is, came when she thought she was
busted. Probably wanted to submit to him too."


I turned and looked at Jennifer. She nodded her head but didn't say
anything.


"She really is deliciously submissive," Tatjana continued. "I told her not
to speak unless we ask her a question, although she certainly can still
communicate. Soon after he came back to the room I told her to go to their
room and go to sleep. I stayed up and masturbated thinking about her and
what I wanted to do today before I finally passed out. How many times did
you masturbate slut?"


We both looked at her. I could tell she was embarrassed to confess how
turned on she had been. "Four mistress," she finally said in a whisper. "I
had to cum four times before I could fall asleep."


"I'm surprised you didn't rape poor Phil," Tatjana said in a condescending
tone.


"I would have if he had not been too drunk to get it up. I sucked him off
but as soon as he got hard enough for me to mount, he'd go soft again."


It was strange to be in the middle of their conversation. Did I really need
to know these details? But Tatjana apparently wanted me to know the rest of
the story.


"He was pretty worthless last night. But he had good morning wood today
didn't he, baby?"


Jennifer again appeared embarrassed. "Yes Mistress," she admitted.


"Tell your new friend what happened," Tatjana egged her on.


Jennifer paused, then told me. "I couldn't keep my fingers out of my pussy
when I tried to fall asleep. I woke up just as wet and horny. I don't
remember my dreams, but I must have had a good one. I reached over and took
Phil's cock in my hand. Now that he had a few hours sleep in him it started
to grow and quickly was at full size. He wasn't awake yet. He probably
thought he was dreaming. I decided to go down on him to make sure he wasn't
going to go soft before I mounted him. That was when Tatjana walked into
the room."


I looked back at Tatjana for confirmation about her story and her facial
expression told me it was true. "Tell her the rest Jen Jen."


"Well, Tatjana was still naked from the night before and my pussy gushed
just from seeing her. I realized I didn't really want Phil's cock any more
but that I wanted her pussy. I crawled off the bed and onto the floor. Phil
didn't stir. I started to get up, but Mistress Tatjana held up her hand and
I dropped back down to my knees. She then pointed toward her feet. So I
crawled over and kissed her foot. I was delirious with the emotional rush
of submitting to her again. "


"Then what happened," I asked impatiently.


"Well, I had her kneel in front of me and lick my pussy again," Tatjana
picked up the story. I had not cum yet when Phil woke up again. I think he
heard me moan. He really is inconsiderate about interrupting us."


She said that last part with a laugh.


"Anyway, we much have looked like a film noir with the two of us in
silhouette by the door with Phil waking up hung over, with a hard-on and
not really knowing what was going on."


"That is so hot," I said. "Then what?"


Jennifer chimed back in. "Can I tell her, Mistress?"


Tatjana gave her permission.


"Phil realized we were having sex, but it was clear he didn't realize the
dynamic of our relationship had, shall we say, changed. He got out of bed
and headed over to us. My pussy was creaming and I really needed to get
fucked. So I whispered into Mistress' ear my plan. She nodded. By then Phil
was standing next to me. He tried to kiss me but he was still wobbly from
just waking up and alcohol. I took his cock in my hand and gave him a
couple firm strokes. He was rock hard now, so I told him to lie down on the
floor. I was afraid he was going to pass out so I quickly squatted down on
him in a reverse cowgirl. I really didn't want to look at him right then."


Tatjana now took over the conversation. "As soon as she mounted him, I
moved in front of her, grabbed her head and made sure her mouth was where
it belonged."


My own pussy was on fire listening to the two gorgeous women recount their
sexual exploits. I wanted to eat both their pussies and almost hoped the
story would end quickly so we could get back to business.


"Jen Jen gave him a couple of good bounces," Mistress Tatjana
continued. "But I'm not sure he really noticed. He was still way too out of
it from last night. I held her head tight against cunt making sure her
tongue was doing its job. Her bouncing made it tough for her to serve me
properly so I put pressure on her shoulders and she got the message to stop
gyrating. The little slut started grinding him instead. But I didn't
care. As long as she got me off they can do what they want."


"And did she get you off?" I asked.


"Yes, but she needs more practice," Tatjana said with a wink.


"What about Jennifer and Phil?" I asked her figuring I shouldn't ask
Jennifer without permission.


"No, Jennifer didn't get what she needed. At least not yet. As for Phil,
I'm pretty sure he didn't realize we helped him back in bed. I was ready to
leave and started to walk out when Jen Jen stopped me and whispered that we
can't leave him with a hard-on. I think she just wanted an excuse to fuck
him harder. So I told her she can jerk him off if she wanted but that she
had to make him cum on himself."


"And I said no," Jennifer chimed in. I could tell immediately she regretted
speaking out of turn.


"And I said yes if she ever wanted to lick my pussy again," Mistress
Tatjana replied.


I didn't have to ask whether Jennifer complied with her wishes. First off I
knew what it was like to be in that position and when your Mistress tells
you something with the threat of losing her, you do it. Second, they were
here together. If she had not done it, one of them wouldn't be here.


"So did you just leave him covered in his own cum?"


"Yup," chimed in Tatjana first. "She squeezed out a nice load onto his
chest. I think some hit is face too. I bet he is surprised when he wakes
up. We left him a note that we were going shopping."


"Oh yeah?" I asked rhetorically. Then I added, "What are you shopping for?"


Tatjana took a step toward me and got up in my face. "Another sub slut who
can serve my pussy when I'm in town." She then reached forward and slid two
fingers into my pussy. "Know where I can find one?"


Needless to say she took my breath away. She just slowly fingered me then
started rubbing my clit with her thumb.


"Now I'm going to sit back down and you are going to do a proper job
servicing my pussy. If you do well, I'll let Jen Jen put on your strap-on
and fuck you. If you do very well, I'll put on the strap-on and take your
ass. Understand?"


"Yes, Mistress Tatjana," I replied. "Too bad I don't have two strap-ons and
you could both fuck me together."


What I intended as a joke, well sort off, probably didn't come out that
way.


"Can you call someone to deliver one?" Jennifer asked.


"Yes, slut," Tatjana continued without missing a beat. "I am sure a tramp
like you has friends who would lone you a fake cock."


I though about Toni, but I didn't want to get her involved. And I certainly
wasn't ready to share with Mistress Jacqui yet. I thought about the adult
bookstore. "I don't know if the shop I bought this one from delivers," I
said trying to be calm, but churning on this inside at the thought of these
two women double-teaming me.


"So what's it going to be tramp?" Tatjana asked me calmly. "Ready to
worship my pussy?"


"Yes, Mistress," I meekly said before dropping back to my knees.


Tatjana sat back down on the couch and spread her legs.


"Then come get your treat," she told me. I was already crawling toward her
before the words were out of her mouth.


I don't know if the pleasure of submitting to such a beautiful woman had me
turned on more than the thought of an Academy Award nominee taking me from
behind, but no matter what the cause, I was shaking with lust as I felt
Jennifer rub the head of my strap-on along my labia. I know I was plenty
wet enough to take her without a problem, but Tatjana had other plans. At
her insistence, I took a break from servicing her juicy pussy to kneel
before Miss Tilly. Tatjana told me I should respect her although she wasn't
to be called Mistress as we were on equal levels in the hierarchy. (I was
to be called Miss Heather by Jennifer because they said they didn't want to
know my last name.) I spun around a quickly took the fake cock into my
mouth. The tip had a little bit of my flavor on it, but unfortunately that
was soon gone. For more than one reason I wished she had slid it all the
way into me before I had to blow it. Oh well. Fake or not, I loved the
feeling of having my mouth full and doing it at the insistence of a
beautiful young woman make it even better. She even gave commentary, or a
blow by blow, if you will. I guess since she's a TV poker commentator when
she's not playing makes it tough to be quiet.


"That's right baby," she cooed in a voice I'm sure the viewing audience
isn't privileged to hear. She was so sexy with her Eastern European accent
I made a mental not to try to talk her into having phone sex
sometime. "Suck her cock. Use your tongue. Slide it up and down. Get it
nice and wet so she can fuck you from behind like the dog you are."


My head was bobbing up and down the hard shaft. I really was using the same
techniques my husband enjoyed so much. I knew Jennifer wasn't feeling
anything and that was a shame. But in my mind, it was real. I slid most of
the dildo out of my mouth so I could nibble on the tip. I took that moment
to look up at her. She was looking at Tatjana instead of me. She also
looked confused as to what she was doing or more likely confused by what
Tatjana's plan included. I noticed her left hand was by her side, so I
reached up and grabbed it. Not forcefully, but she definitely noticed as I
lifted it up and put it on my head. She sort of just petted me, which was
definitely a disappointment. Fortunately Mistress Tatjana came to my
rescue.


"She wants you to grab her hair, Jen Jen," our Mistress informed her.


"Oh, sorry," Miss Tilly replied sound like she was disappointed for not
knowing that.


I didn't want her to be gentle and fortunately that wasn't a worry I had
long. Once she realized what I wanted, she grabbed my hair firmly. Not long
ago I would have hated if my husband had wrapped my hair into his fist and
tugged on me to force his cock deeper into my throat. Now I was getting off
on it.


"See, the tramp likes it," Mistress resumed her commentary. "She get's off
on being a slut. Just like you."


"Yes, Mistress," Jennifer replied. "But can I fuck her now?"


"You may," Tatjana replied.


Being treated like I was just a piece of meat to be used was really turning
me on. They talked like I wasn't in the room or at least like I had no say
in what was going to happen. I found that very exciting. I was just another
toy to them. I resumed my service of Tatjana's pussy and Jennifer finally
slid the faux cock into my needy pussy. From the sounds she made as she was
building a nice rhythm and really beginning to fuck me like a stud, I
guessed the inside of the strap-on was at least rubbing her in a
pleasurable way. Tatjana's juices were flowing into my mouth and I hoped
that after she came she would trade places with Miss Tilly and I would get
to eat her tasty pussy as well.


Tatjana was cooing and moaning like I was doing a good job, but she wasn't
orgasming. She wasn't correcting my technique, or my enthusiasm, but I
wasn't sure if she was really enjoying herself. The same could not be said
of me and the effort Jennifer was putting into slamming my pussy. I loved
it, especially the feeling of her thighs banging into me and forcing me to
rock my mouth against Tatjana's pussy. I was very aroused and if she had
reached around to finger my clit, pinch my nipples or even spanked my ass,
I think I would have cum. As it was, I was on the edge of a quality climax,
but I couldn't quite go over the edge. I'd been conditioned to wait for my
dominant's permission, but neither Tatjana nor Jennifer seemed prepared to
give it to me. More specifically, I don't think Tatjana realized I was
longing to hear those words.


Mistress Tatjana did express a little whimper, her body shaking slightly,
and I was treated to an extra shot of love juice into my mouth. I wondered
if that was all the sound she made when she came. If so I was
disappointed. I wanted her to have a head grabbing, pussy grinding, loud
shouting kind of an orgasm that would rock her to the core. But apparently
that was it for now. What she did next surprised me, though.


She pushed me back away from her pussy. Thankfully Jennifer didn't stop
pounding me because as I started to straighten up from my bent over, pussy
eating position, the angle of her penetration changed in a most pleasurable
way. All of a sudden the head of the dildo was stimulating different nerve
endings including rubbing against my g-spot and I liked it. I made a mental
note to remember to ask Mistress Jacqui to fuck me doggie style but to
allow me to keep my back straight and upright.


"Fuck me, Miss Tilly," I yelled out impulsively. "Make your whore cum!"


The change in position was all I needed to move from hanging on a climax to
quickly building to a great one. I was going to show Tatjana what a woman
should look like when she came. I was going to make her jealous. Heck she
probably would ask Jennifer to fuck her like she was fucking me to
experience an orgasm like the one I was about to have. Then I had a feeling
of schadenfreude wash over me as I thought that my pleasure was derived
from my craving to submit and the thought that Tatjana would never know
that joy.


But that moment was fleeting as another wave of pleasure shot through my
body. I then watched with surprise as Tatjana slid off the couch to her
knees. And then with the grace of someone a lithe as a gymnast spun around
dropping to her back with one motion. I was surprised, to say the least,
that this until now dominant hellcat slid her head beneath my pussy where
Jennifer continued to saw the dildo in and out of my cunt. Then I felt her
fingers grabbing my nipples (there were hard as rocks of course) and
pulling me back down. I felt her tongue touch my clit and felt her squeeze
my nipples. That was just the extra stimulation I needed and I started to
cum.


I wish I could have held out to enjoy her fingers and her tongue, but it
wasn't meant to be. She lapped at my pussy like a dog drinks a bowl of
water and it felt wonderful. I wish I had squirted on her. That would have
made the moment complete. But she did hear me scream and would have felt my
body shake. I was much more demonstrative in my pleasure than she had
been. Jennifer even joined in (not that she hadn't played an active role so
far) and gave me a couple hard swats on the ass as she continued to pummel
me from behind.


"Oh, look at the slut cum," she shouted adding her voice to the faceless
scream of my climax.


"Keep fucking me!" I yelled out as I bent over more and buried my face back
in Tatjana's pussy. I figured if I kept pleasuring her, she would order
Jennifer to keep pleasuring me. But alas that was not on the menu. I could
feel Tatjana beginning to squirm under me. Maybe she just needed a small
orgasm to get herself motivated as she was definitely becoming more
active. Then I felt Jennifer pull the dildo out of my pussy. Needless to
say I was disappointed and felt empty. And then something happened I'd
never experienced before. I queefed. I was horrified. Jennifer had just
fucked me so well that like a piston she had pumped me full and trapped air
inside my vagina. I released a series of pussy farts that embarrassed me
and made me want to run out of the room. Tatjana was laughing a bit, but
Jennifer tried to comfort me.


"Don't worry baby," she told me. "That just means I fucked you good."


I expected her to back away, but Jennifer wasn't moving. At first I thought
she might try to push the dildo in my ass. I was one of my bigger dildos so
I wasn't crazy about the idea, but I wasn't about to stop her if she tried
either. But it didn't go in my ass. I felt Tatjana stir beneath me and
realized she was no longer licking my pussy. She was still pinching my
nipples, though. Then Jennifer clued me in.


"I'm not the only whore here," she exclaimed. "Clean off my cock. Taste
this slut's juices."


I realized Tatjana was now sucking the strap-on. That turned me on again. I
couldn't really see her (unfortunately) but no doubt she would look sexy as
hell with her cheeks bulging out as a dick filled her mouth and throat. I
did the only thing I could do. I bent back over and started eating her
pussy again. This time she was much more expressive as she enjoyed my
talented tongue.


I couldn't tell exactly when Tatjana quit sucking my juices off the fake
dick. I assume it was about 5 seconds before Jennifer tapped me on my ass
and told me to get up. I was hoping she had some plan for me to pleasure
her now, but instead, as soon as I got up, she got down on top of
Tatjana. Tatjana's eyes got wide for a moment as Jennifer penetrated her
but then she relaxed and seem very happy her friend was taking the
masculine position with her. Tatjana was now becoming very
expressive. Apparently getting her pussy licked wasn't such a big deal for
her, but getting a nice thick cock up her snatch really did it for her. I
sat back and watched the two friends go at it. It was a symphony of
grinding and writhing bodies as Jennifer used her weight advantage to
subdue the previously dominant Tatjana. She wasn't pulling out very
far. Instead of long strokes she use short thrusts relying on her pubic
bone to grind Tatjana's clit. And Tatjana loved it.


I was getting aroused again just from watching. I starting fingering myself
and then heard the words "Why don't you take a picture. It will last
longer," ring through my head. Part of me worried that I was betraying
their trust. While both women traded on their sexuality in front of the
camera, taking a photo of them fucking each other may have been out of
bounds. On the other hand, I really wanted evidence that I had been with
them.


I decided they were too absorbed in each other to notice so I went to the
kitchen to grab my phone. I brought back a glass of water as well to make
it look like I had a reason to leave the room. I tried to be discrete. But
I guess when you've had your picture taken so often, the fake click sound
made by my phone is like a dog whistle. Jennifer immediately stopped
thrusting, turned her head and scowled at me.


"Turn it off," she said angrily.


"Turn what off," I heard Tatjana from beneath her. Apparently she had
missed what I had done.


"Our new friend just snapped a picture of us."


I saw Tatjana push back against Jennifer who quickly pulled the strap-on
from her friend's pussy. The look on Tatjana's face was back to being the
Domme I saw when she first pushed me against the wall. I knew her happy to
get fucked time was over.


"I'm sorry," I said. "I just wanted proof I'd been with you."


"No pictures," she said grabbing my phone. I watched as she pulled the back
off and then pulled out the battery. She tossed the back and battery aside
and then using her manicured red fingernail, she pulled the micro-sd card
out of my phone. Then she looked at me.


"Let's not have that mistake again," she scolded me. I nodded back. "You've
killed my arousal. I was really enjoying Jennifer. You are going to have to
pay for your actions."


"You could spank me," I said trying to sound playful. I figured if I
appealed to her dominant side she might forgive me. Or at least give me a
good spanking, which I would enjoy.


"Oh, I'll spank you alright, but I was thinking of something more
intimate. Did you figure out where you can get another strap-on?"


"No," I replied. "I've got a couple of dildos, but no harnesses. Will that
be OK?"


"Your first task is to figure out how to get one here, and it better not
take too long. Until you get another harness here, I'm going to punish
you. Now bring me the dildos and make whatever calls you have to make."


I hurried to my bedroom to retrieve my toy collection. I have a few sizes
of dildos, a couple of vibes, some cuffs, a collar and a paddle. I thought
about sending a quick email to Mistress Jacqui, but I was afraid she
wouldn't approve so I didn't. I still didn't want to share my new friends
with Toni so I decided to call the adult bookstore where the clerk first
used the strap-on on me. I hoped she would be working again. Unfortunately
a man answered the phone, but after I described her (I must have sounded
like a crazy stalker) he said she was back in the video booths and that I
should hold on. I wondered if she was cleaning the booths or if she had
another victim back there.


I was growing impatient waiting for her. I knew Tatjana expected me back
quickly and every second I waited on hold made me more anxious. Finally the
bookstore picked up the phone again. I recognized her voice. I was in
luck. Hopefully she would remember me. Who am I kidding? Of course she
would remember me after she beat me, fucked me and then delivered me to
Mistress Jacqui. Still, it was an awkward conversation. How do you order a
strap-on over the phone and not sound weird?


Of course she made excuses that there was no way they could deliver the toy
I needed. But I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I begged in my best
little girl voice hoping she would remember the fun we had in the back of
the store. She held tough though so finally I offered her a night of my
services for "whatever she wanted." She sounded skeptical, but I must have
been convincing. We made a date for Monday morning and she promised to have
the strap-on delivered within an hour. I went back to Tatjana and Jennifer
somewhat proud of myself.


Of course Tatjana wasn't pleased that it would take an hour. She said she
had a time limit because she needed to take a nap before the poker
tournament began again. Instead of beginning my punishment, I offered her a
bed to snooze in while we waited. She thought for a moment and Jennifer
suggested that was a good idea that she lay down. Jennifer promised that
she would punish me. Tatjana agreed and I showed her to my bedroom. I could
tell she was really tired. I'm guessing Jennifer kept her up later than
they led me to believe last night. She probably was not much of a morning
person either so getting up to get to my house so early was taking its
toll. Tatjana seemed very happy to crawl under my covers for a little
rest. As soon as Tatjana was settled, Jennifer took my hand and led me back
to the hallway and then down the stairs to the living room.

"I have a plan for her," Jennifer told me.


"What is it?" I replied.


"You need to make me cum before I will tell you," she countered.


"Slut," I called her.


"And don't you forget it," she replied. "I may be screwing up my
relationship with Phil by being here. The least you can do is get me off."


That sounded reasonable to my sex addled brain.


"Do you want me to eat you?" I asked her trying to sound innocent, but I'm
sure failing miserably.


"For starters," she said in her husky come fuck me voice. "Then I want you
to take the strap-on and drill my ass."


"Oh, you say the cutest things," I told her. "Give me a minute."


I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of paper, a pen and some
tape. I hastily wrote out a note for my friend from the bookstore. It said,
"Fucking a friend. Door is unlocked. Bring in delivery. Join us if you
want." By the time I got back to the living room, my pussy was drooling
with the thought of my bookstore friend walking in while I was claiming
Jennifer Tilly's ass. Of course she would want to join in and together we
could give her the pounding she desired. Or for sure the pounding she
deserved. I only hoped Tatjana wouldn't wake up and disturb us.


Jennifer was waiting for me on the couch. She was fingering her pussy as I
walked by. I appreciated that she was getting herself ready for me. I love
eating pussy, but I really wanted to fuck her. I smiled as I walked passed
her holding the note.


"Just a note for my delivery girl," I told her.


"Is she cute?" Jennifer responded.


"Yes and she knows how to use one of these," I said picking up the
strap-on. "Now what's your plan?"


"Make me cum first, that was the deal," she teased me.


I strapped on the fake cock and then crawled between her legs. She was as
tasty as I remembered. As usual, I wished she would have grabbed my hair
and pulled me into her pussy, but she seemed content to be a couch princess
and just lay back allowing me to minister to her needs. Her pussy was wet
when I started and positively dripping when I finished. She still had not
cum, though, but she told me she had enough of my tongue and fingers and
was ready for my cock. How could a refuse such a request from a lady in
need?


She had told me she wanted me to fuck her ass, but I needed some lube on
the dildo. I asked her if she preferred KJ or pussy juice. He gave me a
"are you kidding look" although I wasn't 100% sure her answer. "OK, then,"
I asked. "What position do you want?"


"Bend me over the back of the couch," she told me. "And use my cunt
sauce. Don't be gentle. Fuck my kitty hard for a couple minutes then ram it
up my ass. Don't worry about hurting me. That's how Phil takes me and I
love it."


I took her hand and led her around the couch much in the same way she had
led me down the stairs. Then, since she requested I became more forceful, I
shoved her over the back of my couch. At first she exclaimed, "hey!" but as
I forced her legs apart and moved the dildo over her slit, she realized it
was part of our game. She reached between her legs and helped guide me
in. Then she thrust her ass backward.


She really was a slut for a hard cock. I have to give her that. It was
almost a shame she wanted me to drill her ass because that meant I had to
stop banging her pussy. She was thrusting herself back harder than I was
thrusting into her and it was quite an enjoyable show watching her fuck
herself. But a promise is a promise and I was sure she would get off
quicker if I took her browneye. Just to be sure, I gave her a firm spank
and told her to "hold still you whore." Immediately she stopped thrusting
against me. Of course she stopped with me buried to the hilt inside of
her. Then she wiggled her ass at me.  Slowly I pulled out the fake
cock. She moaned when the tip fell out of her.


"Hurry up and get it in my ass. I hate feeling empty," she pleaded with
me. Again, how could I resist such a lovely request?


"Spread your ass cheeks for me bitch," I hissed at her. Of course she
responded immediately exposing her cute, puckered asshole to me. It looked
very tight. I didn't think this dildo would fit. I almost asked if she
wanted me to change to a smaller one. But she knew how big the one I was
wearing was since it just came out of her and she had told me not to be
gentle, so I trusted she knew what she was talking about. I took aim and
pushed.


I felt resistance. Jennifer wasn't opening up as fast as I had expected. I
hoped she wasn't lying about loving anal sex. But she was still holding her
ass cheeks apart for me and had started to moan, so I kept pushing. I
wanted to stop and grab some lube. I figured maybe her juice wasn't slick
enough. But she kept begging me to stick it in farther, so I did. I also
wondered if I looked the same way when Mistress Jacqui first fucked my ass.


"Oh that feels so good," she squealed when I finally had the dildo all the
way inside her rectum. "Now fuck me like the whore I am," she commanded
me. And fuck her I did. She let go of her ass cheeks as soon as I was in
all the way. I noticed she had reached underneath herself to rub her
clit. I began to bang her as hard as I could.


"You like being my bitch?" I yelled at her. I didn't wait for an answer. I
already knew what her response would be. I grabbed her hips and slammed the
dildo in again taking her breath away. "I bet you fucked your way through
all the casting couches in Hollywood, didn't you slut!"


"YES," she moaned. "I'm a bad girl. I sucked cock and ate pussy to get
jobs."


"So they paid you to be their whore," I hissed. I was shocked Tatjana
didn't appear given how much noise we were making.


"Oh God, yes," Jennifer continued through her now constant moaning. "Punish
me for being such a bad girl."


I let go of her hips and stopped thrusting. Then I gave each of her ass
cheeks a firm slap. "Rock that slut ass against my cock bitch while I spank
you," I yelled. "Show me what an out of control tramp you are!"


That must have really hit her sweet spot emotionally because immediately
she began to thrust back against me. "Please spank me Mistress," she cried
out.


And spank her I did. At first I was worried I was hitting her too hard, but
the harder I slapped her ass, the more she moaned. I knew her climax would
be soon and I knew it would be a big one. Then I saw a shadow moving up the
walkway. "Dildo delivery service to the rescue," I thought. I could tell
the person was at the door. She was probably reading my note. Then I had
the terrible thought about what if it wasn't my friend? Oh shit. I saw the
door begin to open. I reached forward with my left hand and grabbed
Jennifer's hair pulling her head up so she was facing the door. With my
right hand I spanked her right ass cheek with my hardest blow yet while
simultaneously shoving the dildo as deep as I could.


"Come on my cock you filthy whore," I screamed as the door opened fully and
I saw that instead of my lady friend, Mistress Jacqui's limo driver was
standing in the doorway holding a bag. I don't know if Jennifer even
noticed him or if he triggered her orgasm, but a moment later she was
screeching and convulsing as her orgasm tore through her body. The driver
was sporting a massive hard-on, one which I'm sure either of us would have
been glad to jump on, as he watch Jennifer squirm on my cock. Over and over
she shook, moaned and threw her head back and forth. I quickly dropped her
hair. I was worried she was too out of control and that I would tear out
chunks of her beautiful mane.


Finally she calmed down and came back to Earth. The limo driver cleared his
throat. "I'm not sure you need this anymore, but Mistress Jacqui requests
the presence of your company."


Jennifer was still in no condition to talk. But I did. "I don't think now
is a good time."


"She doesn't like to be kept waiting. You are both to accompany me to the
limo right now.


"What? What is he talking about," Jennifer softly asked still in her post
orgasmic haze.


"He is my Mistress' limo driver. She wants us to come over."


Jennifer was still coming down from her orgasm and was still processing
everything, but eventually commented that she had to get Tatjana back to
the hotel.


"Let her sleep here," I said trying to make this sound normal. "If we
didn't wake her, nothing will. Leave her a note if you want."


"No, I should stay," Jennifer said sounding apprehensive.


"No, you should come with me. You won't regret it. Mistress Jacqui will
give you an experience you will never forget."


"My instructions are clear. We are to leave now," the limo driver
reiterated.


I pulled the cock out of her ass and grabbed her wrist standing her up.


"Come on whore," I told her forcefully. "I'm not done with you yet." I
figured if I took charge she would meekly follow.


I led her around the couch and toward the front door. The strap-on was
bobbing obscenely in front of me. I should have stopped to clean it, but I
didn't want to give Jennifer the chance to think about what was
happening. The driver opened the door for us. I gave his cock a squeeze as
I walked past him along with giving him a look that said, "I want this."


The morning air was crisp, but the sun was shining bright and it would soon
be a scorcher.  I'm pretty sure Jennifer didn't realize she was naked when
I led her into the front yard. She was still recovering from her climax and
I'm sure her head was spinning from the whole scene. I knew I was nude
(except for the strap-on) but I didn't care. The limo driver shut my front
door and then moved ahead of us to open the car door. I peeked inside
before helping Jennifer into the back seat. As I expected there were two
blindfolds. There were also two sets of cuffs and two vibrators. I wondered
if the driver added the cuffs and vibes for his own benefit. It didn't
matter. I put Jennifer's handcuffs on her with her arms behind her
back. She put up token resistance but by then I think her spirit was
broken. I then put her seatbelt on her, turned the vibe on high, slid it
into her pussy and finally blindfolded her. She gave out a soft moan and
then she was silent. She looked contented.


Hooking myself up was more of a challenge. First I did the vibe. That was
easy and most pleasurable, although it meant taking off the strap-on. I
knew there would be two juice stained seats by the time we arrived at
Mistress Jacqui's. Then I hooked the handcuff around my right wrist, put on
the seatbelt, put on the blindfold and struggled to get my arms behind my
back and get my other wrist cuffed. I probably could have just sat there
and the driver would be non the wiser, but I knew I be in trouble when we
arrived so I fiddled and fiddled until I finally got to cuff to connect.


We felt the car pull away. We were two naked, bound, blindfolded sluts
heading out for an adventure. Moans and the smell of arousal soon filled
the car as every bump caused the vibes to jump. I didn't know about
Jennifer, but I was struggling to keep the vibe from sliding out of my
dripping snatch. I knew such an infraction would merit a severe
punishment. I probably should have warned Jennifer of that little detail,
but I secretly wanted to see Mistress punish her. The twists and turns of
the route once again had me wondering where we were, but eventually the car
stopped. The door opened. The morning air was already much warmer. Then I
heard Mistress Jacqui's voice.


"You have done well, Heather," my Mistress complemented me. I felt warm
inside just from her simple words. "You have brought me a gift. And a
famous one at that. Let's get you two into the dungeon so we can have a
proper introduction."