Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2010 19:13:05 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: The Fuckerware Party Chapter 05

The Fuckerware Party - Chapter 05
by Tappy McWidestance

I heard the click of the electric control box and felt all three electric
pads spring to life with a low grade charge. My body tensed and my back
arched upward toward my anonymous benefactor. As it adjusted to the
tingling sensations by body relaxed back onto the bondage bed and a moan
escaped my mouth. I felt a hand running itself over my latex clad body as
if to check my firmness. I was grateful she was allowing the tingling to
continue and hoped the visual form I was presenting pleased her enough to
let me cum.

Her hands reached my head and I could sense she was standing at the narrow
end of the table. I felt her press both hands onto my cheeks, cradling my
head and then pushing down my next and over my breasts. The continuing
electric charges were driving me closer to the edge as I now felt two more
sets of hands begin to run up my legs. I was being caressed everywhere and
I withered on the bed as much as my bonds would allow. I tried to picture
what I must look like which only added fuel to the fire between my legs. I
began to whimper as the stimulation began to overrun my body's control
mechanisms. Over and over the hands made their journeys up and down my
legs, just brushing the edges of my pussy, and down and up my head to my
breasts.

These new women were very effective in how they were stimulating me. I'm
sure they had done this before. Their touch was very different than
Mistress Sharon. Not necessarily better, but different. I remembered what
my mistress had told me that I would be auditioning for three additional
dominants today and they might bring their slaves with them. I wondered if
all three of these women were mistresses or if there was a mix of positions
working on my body. As usual, my lack of sight due to the blindfold led to
an increased awareness of the sounds around me. Unfortunately, apart from
an occasional heel click and my moaning, the room was quiet. One of the
women, the woman at my head, wore a very distinctive perfume. I didn't
recognize the fragrance, but I knew if I smelled it again, I would
recognize the wearer. I tried to indentify the women working my legs so I
might be able to recognize her later, but she gave no hint of
individuality.

They continued their massage of my body for at least 10 minutes. I was
panting in need and ever so close to climaxing, but couldn't quite go over
the edge. Eventually the electric pads were turned off and removed. With
the zipper down and my pussy exposed, my new mistress' perfume scent was
now overwhelmed by the arousal odor emanating from my suit. I felt a finger
dip into my pussy. It met no resistance as my copious fluids had lubricated
me completely. The finger pulled away and I heard somebody go ummm. I then
felt another finger enter and leave and from the other side of the table
another affirmative good taste sound.

I begged for them to return their fingers to my pussy and to get me off,
but they said nothing. Apparently they were determined to maintain their
anonymity just as Mistress Sharon had done for so long. I heard the zipper
of a skirt or dress being pulled down and felt somebody climbing on the
table with me. I wasn't surprised at all when a very wet pussy descended
onto my lips. As Mistress Sharon had taught me, the mistress always cums
first so I went to work. Again the owner of this juicy pussy was much
gentler than Mistress Sharon. She held my head but did not pull it upward
by my hair or mash it into her pussy. She must have been turned on because
it didn't take much work for me to make her cum. I suppose if you are a
dominant having access to a new bound beauty would be a turn on. The woman
liberally coated my face with her juices. Now along with her perfume I
would have a second way to identify her. She climbed off the table and I
prepared myself to service the next woman.

But an unexpected thing happened. Instead of feeling another woman climbing
above my head, I felt a warm tongue begin to lap at my pussy. The woman was
in tight to my smoldering love hole taking in all the juice I could
provide. She had me climbing the proverbial walls in seconds. I pleaded
with her not to stop and to take me over the edge. As I was praising her
oral skills, I heard a grunt and then felt her head bounce against my
pussy. Her tongue lapped against my clit in a delicious way and then I felt
her head rebound away from my body. Then it happened again and I heard her
squeal "Fuck me mistress!"

She had broken the silence the three women had maintained. I had been
concentrating on my own pleasure so I didn't really process the voice well,
but I knew it sounded familiar. I heard a sharp slap to her bottom,
apparently in response to her outburst. I now pictured a beautiful slave
girl bent over the table. She was servicing my pussy while her mistress
took her from behind. From the force the submissive was bouncing her head
into my crotch; I could only assume her mistress was using a strap-on to
pound her possession.

This revelation served as all the inspiration my brain needed to take me
over the edge and shower the woman's mouth with my girl-cum. I struggled
against my bonds as my body tried to twist and contort while the climax
ripped through me. Soon after the woman servicing my pussy also came as her
mistress continued to pound her from behind. As soon as she had calmed
down, I felt her moving away from the table. Almost as quickly, my mouth
was presented with the strap-on which had defiled her. I guess the two
mistresses shared their preference for toy cleaning methods as the huge
fake cock was pressed into my mouth. While I was blowing the monster rubber
cock, I felt another tongue begin licking my outer lips. I was very
sensitive after having just cum so the talented tongue had no problem
beginning to build my body up to another climax.

Like her sister in slavery, I pictured this slave servicing my pussy while
I cleaned her mistress' strap-on. Moments after the fake dick was pulled
from my mouth, I once again felt a head slamming into my pelvis and I knew
her mistress had mounted her. Our coupling lasted longer this time but
ended in just as satisfying a manner. Both the slave and I climaxed and
then I got to taste her flavor as I cleaned the dildo. I now had three
flavors of pussy to commit to memory and one perfume. The short voice
identity was long gone. All three women gave me a kiss and I heard the door
open and close. Two mistresses down, two to go.

I lay on the table for a while. My pussy was twitching in the post orgasmic
glow of two wonderful climaxes. I think I fell asleep for a while because I
remember waking to the touch of another feminine hand. This time I felt two
pairs of hands explored my body, although they seemed careful not to get
too close to my pussy or nipples. As I wondered what degrading act I might
have to perform for these two, I felt someone climbing up on the table. I
prepared my tongue to do its duty, but instead of sitting on me, the woman
settled next to me with her butt nestled near my armpit. I heard the sounds
of a woman satisfying another woman as realized she was being eaten
out. The woman made no effort to touch me, other than her lower back
touching the catsuit. Apparently whoever was eating her out was talented
based on the sounds she began to make. I was forced to lie helplessly and
unfulfilled as the woman enjoyed three orgasms at the tongue of her mate. I
managed to restrain from begging. I figured it wouldn't do any good in
their game anyway, but I did file away in my brain every little sound she
made. There were no words, but her screams of joy had a much defined
cadence and timbre. I knew I could identify them if I ever heard them
again.

Finally she had her fill. I expected her to share some of her juice with
me, but she didn't. Instead as she hopped off the table I felt the other
woman climbing on. I wondered if their scene would be repeated, but quickly
figured out that wouldn't be the case as I felt her legs straddling my
head. Unlike my last partner, this one was facing down the table with her
ass positioned right on my nose and her pussy already dripping into my
mouth. I stuck out my tongue to begin what I knew she wanted when I felt
her lean down across my body and bury her own tongue in my smoldering honey
pot. I can only imagine the look on her mistresses face as the slave and I
69'ed for her and our pleasure. I quickly got the message that the group's
slaves were going to pleasure me today provided their mistresses were
pleasured first. I'd never done a 69 before and found it very
exciting. From what I could tell my slave partner was enjoying it too. Her
mistress gave us plenty of time to work each other into a frenzy and we
came together. It was almost sweet as there had been no spanking, teasing,
toys or degrading acts. Apart from me being bound to the table and
blindfolded, it was almost normal.

Once we were done I expected the women to make a quick exit. Before they
left, however, I felt a small vibrating egg being placed in my vagina and
the zipper being pulled back up. The damn thing wasn't very powerful. I
guess mistress number four just wanted me primed before her arrival.

Once again I was left to simmer in my own juices as my mind raced through
all the possibilities and permutations of partners and activities my new
situation could entail. I tried hard to convince my brain to take me over
the edge, but I could not reach an orgasm just from the limited vibrations
of the egg. I became more and more frustrated. Had it been half an hour? A
full hour? I couldn't tell. Surely it was almost time for Mistress Sharon
to return. These women had captured my mind, body and spirit. I prayed I
had measured up and would be accepted into their group. I couldn't bear to
think of the other option and what I might do if they rejected me. Finally
I heard the door open again.

"Hello pet," I heard Mistress Sharon say. "You've done well so far. Only
one more test for you today."

"Thank you mistress. I've certainly enjoyed the morning so far."

"Yes, I'm sure you have based on the reports I've received. I'm here with
another friend and her slave. Like the other they will not be talking, but
I assure you that you do know them. One of the things our group really
enjoys is gangbangs. Even the mistresses enjoy them from time to time,
although mainly we prefer picking out a slave and fucking her into
submission."

That sounded fun to me. I listened intently. It was all I could do.

"Here's the plan. You are going to service my friend while her slave
services me. If you do a good job, she and I will fuck your pussy and ass
while you eat out the slave. If you don't do well, the interview is over
and you will not be joining our group. Not only that, but I'll take you
back downstairs and punish you like you've never been punished for wasting
our time. Understand?"

"Yes mistress. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't pet."

I felt my bonds being released and at somebody's direction, sat up. I felt
a hand take mine and was directed off the table. I slowly walked led by the
hand across the room where I was directed to kneel down. My hands were
bound behind my back and my head was pulled down into a waiting
pussy. Apparently there was some office chairs also left behind because I
could feel the padded edge of the chair on my chest as I slurped away and
lovingly serviced the tasty pussy in front of me. I could tell it had been
shaved as I pictured a young mistress taking pleasure in my submission. I
could hear the sounds of my mistress getting serviced next to me. She was
probably sitting in a similar chair. I imagined the two mistresses holding
court as they were being serviced by their slaves. I couldn't think of a
place I'd rather be than at her feet with her pussy in my mouth.

Mistress Sharon was the first to cum, but my new mistress was right behind
her. She began to thrust her hips upward as she reached her peak forcing my
head back. I had to fight for my position. I wanted to be sure I didn't
stop until I was ordered to do so. It was a noisy sloppy orgasm and I took
pride in the face that I was responsible for it. Afterwards and to the
surprise of nobody, my mistress announced it was time for me to get
fucked. I had been looking forward to this for hours and I giggled with
glee.

I was stood up and felt the warm embrace of the other slave. When she
kissed me I could taste my mistress on her lips. I knew she could taste her
mistress on mine which really turned me on. My hands were still cuffed
behind my back so I could not defend myself from her desire to touch me as
we made out. I assumed the mistresses were preparing themselves, but I was
focused on the mouth in front of me. Finally I heard my mistress say
"enough" and take charge of the situation. She unclipped my wrists and I
was maneuvered back to where the chairs were located. My mistress must have
sat down because I felt her pulling me backward while she told me to
relax. I landed on her lap, both of us facing forward. I felt the dildo she
had strapped to her hips poke between my legs.

"This one is going up your ass."

I could feel the generous amount of lube sliding off the dildo onto my
leg. I tried to sit up enough to mount the cock but I struggled with the
position. I felt a hand begin to stroke my clit and direct the toy to its
new home. The tip found the entrance to my holy spot and I began to wiggle
to allow it to insert. Once the first inch or so was firmly seated, I felt
hands on my shoulders pushing me down. Like a shot I sank onto its
length. Thank God it was relatively small. Very quickly I sensed someone
moving in front of me and then a much larger strap-on nudging the entrance
to my pussy. There was no need for any additional lubrication as my natural
juices coated the invader allowing her to slide the fake cock deep into my
womb in one strong push.

I was skewered between these two powerful women. My loving mistress was
taking me up the ass. She wasn't moving much. My new anonymous mistress was
powering her cock into my pussy as if her life depended on it. Each thrust
was strong enough to move my ass off my mistress' dildo making me fuck
myself. Mistress Sharon deftly reached across my chest and unzipped the
nipple cutouts. I was trying to hold myself up with my arms beneath me on
the arms of the chair and balance while I was being fucked harder than I
ever had in my life. Mistress Sharon, aware of how turned on I get from
nipple play, was deftly manipulating my hard buds driving my passion higher
and higher.

While I was being fucked, I heard the telltale squish of a woman fingering
herself. I wasn't sure where the other slave had gone, but I could clearly
hear her masturbating. Soon her moans mixed with mine. I knew she was
getting off watching me get impaled by her mistress and I was getting off
imagining what she looked like fingering herself. The sounds of womanly
love were echoing through the vacant office as our four sweaty bodies moved
in unison to a preordained climax. Nothing was going to stop me now. Both
my mistresses could pull out at this moment and no threat of punishment
would have kept my hands from finishing what they had started.

Fortunately it didn't come to that. First to pop was the masturbating
slave. With a shriek she climaxed. I wish I could have seen her, but the
intensity of her orgasm must have inspired her mistress because, although I
would not have believed it was possible, she started pounding me even
harder. At this point my mistress let go of my nipples and grabbed my
ass. With strength I didn't know she had, she grabbed my ass and started
lifting it up and down her strap-on. The two women quickly found a
punishing rhythm with one of their cocks penetrating me while the other
retreated and then quickly reversing course. I'd throw my hips forward to
match my mystery mistress' thrust then slam my ass down on Mistress Sharon
to maximize her penetration. I didn't know if this session was being
recorded, but I secretly hoped it was because I wanted to see myself
getting fucked so hard. If this was the type of fucking the Mistress Club
practiced I wanted to be a member and I knew I would do anything to belong.

As you can imagine, we couldn't keep this pace up very long. I was quickly
reaching the edge of the cliff when from in front of me I heard an
animalistic groan and then a scream of pleasure as the mystery mistress
came and came hard. I would later learn that her strap-on had a small dildo
on the inside and that she had been fucking herself while she reamed me. At
the time all I knew was somebody less than a foot in front of me was in the
throes of a world class orgasm and that set me off. I was seeing stars as I
climaxed. I lost all control as my bodily functions went on autopilot. My
mistress grabbed my hips and pulled me down on her dildo and held me
tight. Up front, the climaxing mystery woman apparently fell backwards as
she was cumming as the dildo in my pussy popped free just as I began to
cum. Mistress Sharon held me tight as my orgasm ripped through me. I'm sure
I would have fell on the floor if her strap-on had not acted like a bicycle
kick stand to support me. By the time it was done I was slumped on her lap
unable to move.

Once again I must have passed out. I woke on the bondage bed. My eye slits
were open and I was not tied to the table. The room was empty, but it
reeked of passion. I had no idea what time it was. I stood up. My legs were
still a little unsteady, but I quickly regained my posture. I peered out
the door to make sure the floor was really deserted. Apart from some boxes
and an occasional chair, filing cabinet or desk, there was nothing. I had
no phone to call Mistress Sharon and no desire to walk through the public
corridors to her office, so I went back into the conference room to wait
for her. My mind replayed the last 24 hours and I felt good.

Mistress Sharon walked in with a bag containing new clothes for me. For
some reason I expected her to dress me like a slut, but they were
professional and perfectly suited for the work environment. She even had a
regular bra and panties. No nipple cutouts, butt plugs or vibrators. I felt
strangely empty. She also had a towel which she allowed me to use to wipe
down my sweat but apparently a shower before dressing was out of the
question. I guess she wanted me to feel like I was rode hard and put away
wet even if I didn't look that way.

It was 12:45 when I finished dressing. Mistress Sharon explained that she
thought I did great during the audition but would have to check with the
other three mistresses before she could admit me to the group. I told her I
would be devastated if I didn't make the grade. She hugged me and told me
not to worry. We walked out of the office arm in arm and to the
elevator. We went up to her floor where she gave me a passionate kiss
before disappearing to her office. I continued up to my office. Oh how I
hated to be going back to work. I almost wish someone at my office had
turned out to be my secret mistress so I could serve her the rest of the
day.

I sat in my cube group with my three cube mates trying not to show that my
life had been changed. I had trouble looking Becky in the eyes after seeing
her with Linda and her husband at the club the night before. The afternoon
dragged on and again I found it difficult to concentrate on my work. At
4:45 Linda called me into her office. As I walked out of our cube, I
thought I heard giggling and snickering, but maybe it was just my
imagination.

Linda just wanted to talk about my car and wanted to make sure everything
was going alright. She said I seemed distracted this week and was
concerned. I told her I just had a lot on my mind this week and my car
breaking down was the last straw. She told me things would get better and
to keep a stiff upper lip. I glanced down at her monthly calendar and I
could swear I could still see my ass print from last night but again, it
was probably just my mind playing games with me. We chatted for about 10
minutes. I was preparing to leave when her phone rang. After taking the
call she excused herself to run to the CEO's office to deal with some
emergency. "See you next week," she exclaimed as she walked out the
door. Alone in her office I had to know something. I walked over to her
chair and pressed my face against the top of the backrest. I took a deep
breath. Yes, I could still smell myself. My scent wasn't strong and maybe I
was the only one who could smell it, but I was sure it was still there. I
allowed myself a self satisfied grin and walked out.

Driving home I had nagging doubts that I had not performed satisfactorily
in my interviews. I knew I didn't have anything to base that feeling on,
but I worried nonetheless. I then began to think of Jim. Even if my story
about spending the night with a friend held up, eventually he would find
out that I began servicing four mistresses. As upsetting as these thoughts
were, my pussy was getting wet again. By the time I got home, I knew I'd be
attacking Jim as soon as I could.

The weekend passed without any message from Mistress Sharon. I tried not to
worry. I fucked Jim Friday night, Saturday and Sunday. It was almost like
old times. What wasn't like old times was every time we were out of the
house and I saw an attractive woman, I wondered what it would be like
kneeling under them eating their pussy. I spent the weekend in a state of
constant arousal. I decided to head into the office early Monday in hopes
of meeting Sharon before work. As luck would have it, I met her in the
lobby. She brought me up to her office. I walked two steps behind her and
one step to the left. She seemed pleased that I remembered without being
told.

Once in the privacy of her office, she ordered me to my knees and hiked up
her skirt. She had me service her for a good 20 minutes before she pushed
me away and straightened out her skirt. She had not cum yet which I took as
a personal failure.

"Don't worry about not finishing. Come back during your lunch hour. You can
finish then."

I looked at the clock on her filing cabinet and noticed it was 8:02 so I
took my leave of her and hustled out the door. A pretty young receptionist
was in the front office. She smiled at me as I left. Did she know why I was
there? Out of the corner of my eye I saw her stand up and walk down the
hall toward Sharon's office. Was she going to finish what I had begun? I
didn't have time to worry. I didn't take the time to wait for the
elevator. I sprinted up the stairs and into our office.

I dedicated my morning to catching up on the work I had blown off most of
last week. At 11:45 I got a text message on my phone. All it said was
"noon." It was from Mistress Sharon. Exactly at noon I arrived back at the
office. The receptionist escorted me back to Sharon and then said she was
going to lunch. She asked Sharon if she needed anything. Sharon just looked
me dead in the eyes and said "No, I'm good."

In my mind everything now had a double sexual meaning. I was sure the young
girl knew exactly why I was there and wondered if Sharon had her wrapped
around her little finger much like I was. I didn't have long to worry about
it. Sharon ordered me to strip which I did without delay. I then spent the
next 45 minutes licking her pussy. This time she did cum. Multiple times in
fact. I was aching in need by the time she told me I was done. I didn't
know if I'd be allowed my pleasure as I stood at attention in front of her
desk. She sat there with a contented look on her face. It was now 12:50 and
I needed to be getting back to the office.

"I talked to the other mistresses. They were all pleased with your
efforts. Well three were pleased and one thought you needed a lot more
work. But anyway, you're in."

I clapped my hands with joy and my smiled beamed from ear to ear.

"I want you to go back to work. I'm busy the rest of the day, but I want
you here at 7:30 again tomorrow morning. In fact, your new starting time is
7:30 for a half hour of pussy eating practice before work. At some point,
the other mistresses in our group may contact you for a personal
congratulation. I expect you to serve them as you serve me. As the newest
member, you are low woman on the totem pole. The ranking goes me, the other
three mistresses, then the six other slaves and finally you. You are not
expected to serve the other slaves except under the specific direction of a
mistress, but when there is a menial task to do and we're in a group,
expect that you will get the bad jobs first. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good. Now off you go and I'll see you tomorrow morning."

I walked out of the office. Once again the receptionist was sitting at her
desk. The leer she gave me made me believe she knew exactly why I was
there. I spent the afternoon with my mistress's pussy on my mind and her
taste in my mouth. I was in heaven. I worked diligently trying to get
caught up. At 5pm I was still going strong as the office was emptying
out. I knew Jim wouldn't be home until at least 7 so I decided to work a
little late. At 5:30 I figured I was the only person left in the
office. Memories of what happened the last time I was the only person in
the office flooded my mind and I had to take a mental timeout as I felt a
wave of arousal flow over my body.

I was in my own world when Linda's door opened. I didn't even know she was
still here. She seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see her. She had
changed her clothes and now had an unzipped cocktail dress and stockings
on. She looked like she was going to a club. She was also holding a pair of
very high heels in her hand.

"Meeting Thomas for dinner out tonight," she exclaimed as she took off
presumably for the bathroom.

Sure you are. You and your husband meeting Becky again I thought. I tried
to get back to work but the picture of Thomas with his arm around Becky
kept coming back to me. Maybe it was time to go home. As I was packing up,
Linda teetered back into the office. She was wearing the shoes but her
dress was still unzipped. She headed into her office and then called me
in. She turned her back to me and asked me to zip her up.

"Do you like to dance? You and Jim should come out with Thomas and me
sometime."

"Sure," I lied. Jim hated dancing and I wasn't that fond of Thomas.

"I've got to get going. Can you lock up the office?"

"No problem. I was just finishing up some work."

"Great."

As I was turning to walk back to my desk, I saw Linda pull a perfume bottle
out of her desk drawer. I kept moving but I heard her spray a mist into the
air and I assumed she walked through it. I sat back down at my desk a
pretended to be working but all I was doing was thinking about Linda and
Becky. This was not good. I shouldn't be fantasizing about
co-workers. Linda walked out of her office looking like a million
dollars. She had tweaked her hair in the bathroom and was dressed to the
nines. She walked by my cube and told me to have a good weekend. She passed
and was gone, but the fragrance from her perfume hung in the air. I knew
that scent. I had smelled it before. Oh my God. Linda was one of the
dominants.

That realization hit me like a ton of bricks and instantly flooded my
pussy. I leaned back in my chair. How was this possible? She must have been
the one controlling the panties that fateful day. How could she not make
herself known? Maybe she was the one not sure of me. The need in my pussy
had to be addressed. Smelling that perfume brought back too many memories
and the aroused state my mistress had left me in at noon came roaring
back. I had to scratch my itch. I got up to go to the bathroom. Since I
didn't know Linda was still in the office I couldn't take the chance
somebody else would pop out of their office or I would have fingered myself
at my desk. For some reason I glanced at Becky's cube. On the wall was a
picture of her with Linda and Thomas. I'd looked at that picture hundreds,
maybe thousands of times. It was taken at a company retreat in Vegas. I'd
never noticed that both Linda and Thomas had their arms wrapped around
Becky who stood between them. I'd never thought of it as anything but a
posed picture, but as I looked at it closely now with the education I'd
received over the last 24 hours, the picture was more than that. The
embrace looked like possession. Holy shit. Becky must be Linda's
slave. Heck she was probably the woman I had 69'ed this morning and who
masturbated while Sharon and Linda fucked me. My legs got weak. I had to
sit down.

I threw caution to the wind. My fingers found my clit and my slit as I sat
in Becky's chair and stared at her picture with Linda. Their status had not
really been confirmed, but to my lust, the circumstantial evidence was more
than enough for a conviction. I had tunnel vision staring at their picture
as my fingers flew over my clit and quickly brought myself to a very
satisfying climax. I was tempted to soil Becky's chair like I had done to
Linda's, but I thought better of it. I'd end up getting turned on by that
tomorrow as I am sure I'd be able to smell it.

Instead I packed up my things and headed home. I was a little older and
definitely a little wiser than when I left the house that morning. I was
also looking forward to going to work the next day.

On the way home my cell phone rang. It was Suzy. I had not talked much to
her over the past couple of weeks. Her party business was slowing down,
although she said her web business was picking up so she was fine. She told
me she had a huge fetish party that was just booked for Friday night and
asked if I could work. I told her I'd have to check with Jim. See said no
problem and asked if I could let her know tomorrow that would be great. She
said Jill was scheduled to work the party and that she was coming over
tomorrow night for some last minute costume alterations. She asked if I
could join them as she had some new outfits for me to try and wanted to
make sure everything was OK before the show. I told her I would check with
Jim tonight and call her tomorrow.

The next day I arrived at the office at 7:30 and went straight to my
mistress' office. She was on the phone and she waved me into her
office. After I shut the door I dropped to me knees and crawled to her
desk. With a simple gesture she directed me behind her desk and between her
legs. She was wearing a short skirt. I wasn't surprised to find she wasn't
wearing panties or that her pussy was slick in anticipation of my
arrival. Sharon continued to talk on the phone as I began to enjoy the
delicacy of her pussy. It sounded like she was making party arrangements
and I wondered if I would be attending. She didn't seem to be in a hurry
for me to make her cum. She didn't pressure my head into her crotch or
guide me as to the ferocity I should approach my task. I leisurely went
about my business and about 20 minutes later she came. It wasn't a huge
orgasm, but she seemed pleased. She told me to go to my office, but to be
back at 12:30 for a return engagement. As I walked out of her office I
noticed that her receptionist had arrived. As usual she gave me an
unfriendly look. I hurried past her and upstairs to my office. I was done
with Sharon for a few hours. Would this be the day Linda took control of
me?

Everyone filed into our office as if it were a normal day. For everyone but
me it probably was. Of course this was my new normal so I guess it was a
normal day. I didn't have any contact with Linda that morning. By noon I
was wondering if maybe I had assumed too much. Maybe it was a coincidence
she wore that kind of perfume. At 12:30 I headed downstairs and once again
serviced my mistress. She didn't touch me which was disappointing. Her
receptionist wasn't at her desk when I arrived and thankfully still wasn't
there when I left. All afternoon I daydreamed about being taken to the
basement by my mistress and my boss. Several times my cube mates caught me
off in my own little world as they were talking to me and I didn't
notice. I was glad when 5pm rolled around and I could get out that
environment. I was somewhat surprised that my mistress did not call me for
a post work orgasm. Leaving the office, I decided not to think about it and
so I headed over to Suzy's.

Suzy greeted me with a big hug. She told me Jill was running a little late
causing my submissive antennas to go up. How convenient. We were alone. She
could make her move on me. I had started thinking that any woman could be
one of my four mistresses. Certainly I knew about my primary mistress,
Sharon, and I strongly suspected my boss Linda was number two. The third,
as yet unknown, had a distinctive tattoo. Suzy didn't have that tattoo, but
clearly had a hand in providing the toys which brought me to this
place. She, and especially Jill, knew that I enjoyed being tied up at the
toy party. That made her a prime suspect.

I followed Suzy downstairs to her basement work area. She explained that
one of her best fetish clients was going to host a party that
Friday. Historically this woman's parties generated the most revenue of any
show of the year so Suzy always tried to work out something special. This
year, instead of the traditional leather gear, Suzy wanted to have a
surprise ending to the fashion show. She said she wanted Jill and me to
model the usual lingerie along with the typical cuffs, collars, corsets and
chains. For the finale, however, Suzy wanted the two of us to put it all
together and appear as mistress and slave. Now we're getting somewhere I
thought.

Suzy continued. "I don't know if she told you, but Jill is a submissive."

No she had not told me that. In fact, based on what she did to me when I
was bound to the table I had her pegged for a Dom. I must have looked
confused.

"Jill likes to be told what to do. I'm going to dress you up as her
mistress and you can lead her around the room as your slave."

Actually, I would have preferred to have her lead me around the room as her
slave, but I agreed to do as Suzy asked. I heard footsteps on the stairs
and Jill bounded into the room. Suzy quickly explained how she wanted to
end the show and Jill quickly agreed while giving me a flirty glance at the
same time. Suzy told Jill to strip which she did without comment. Suzy then
began dressing her, if you can call it that, in her slave costume.

Describing the costume is difficult. Suzy said she was going for the
Arabian Prince and his harem girl look. All I could imagine was if Barbara
Eden from I Dream of Jeannie were a love slave, what would she look like?
Jill put on a tiny bra and miniscule g-string. Suzy then gave her a sheer
fishnet pantaloon with strips cut up the sides which did absolutely nothing
to conceal her legs and only served to tantalize someone looking at
her. The cuff of the pants had built in strap which Suzy cinched tight. I
also noticed a ring installed to bind an insolent slave later. The top of
the pants had a similar contraption built in. Suzy tightened the waist
around Jill providing another bondage point. Suzy had Jill walk around the
room. The fabric in the pants flowed with the air movement generated by her
walking. The slits up the pants legs danced back and forth giving teasing
glances at her legs and then hiding them from view. I couldn't take my eyes
off her a fact noticed by both Suzy and Jill.

"Looks like the effect I wanted is working, eh Jill?" Suzy asked. Jill
agreed. I was embarrassed at being caught.

The top of Jill's outfit was of a similar material, but it stopped at a
tight elastic band which curled just below her beautiful breasts. The arms
had slits similar to the pants and ended at her wrists. As with the bottom
of the pants, a tight strap with rings was included in the top at both
wrists and at the collar. Jill moved her arms and the material seemed to
float. Once again I couldn't stop looking.

"That's not bad Jill. I think you've proved that this outfit will capture
the group's attention."

She then snapped her fingers in front of my face which brought me back to
reality.

"I am concerned with how that bra looks in the top. Let's take that off."

I watched as Suzy peeled the top up over Jill's breasts. Jill then unhooked
the bra and Suzy pulled the top back down. Jill's nipples poked through the
fishnet. She was obviously enjoying herself. Suzy backed up to look at her
handiwork while Jill admired herself in a mirror. Nothing would look bad on
Jill. Her young athletic body could wear anything and this outfit was no
exception.

After satisfying herself with Jill's costume, Suzy turned her attention to
me. She barked at me to strip which I did willingly. I wished my costume
would have been similar to Jill's but unfortunately it was much less
revealing. Actually it was downright boring. Suzy dressed me like some kind
of Arab sheik. I had a long flowing robe which covered my body completely
and even wrapped around the top of my head. I looked at Suzy in
disbelief. Certainly this isn't what she intended on having me wear.

Suzy grabbed a leash of one of her desks and clipped it onto Jill's
collar. She handed me the other end and had me lead my "slave" around the
basement while she watched. It was a completely unnatural position for me
to be in. It didn't feel right, not only because of what I was wearing, but
because I wanted to be the one led. Suzy however was pleased that the pair
of outfits fit what she wanted. Jill seemed happy, although I felt
compelled to voice my displeasure.

"Don't worry Tina. The host has a whole harem theme in her house. She had a
couple of slave girls of her own so Jill's outfit will fit right in and so
will yours."

I didn't really believe her, but what could I do. Suzy took a few notes for
some alterations to my robe while Jill got dressed and went home. She then
had me dress. I purposely took my time pulling on my clothes. I wanted to
give Suzy an opportunity to take control of me, but it didn't happen.

I had not received any sexual satisfaction today and I was starting to get
upset about it. I left Suzy's in sexual disbelief. It was the second time
today. First my mistress had not called me to her office at the end of the
work day. Second neither Suzy or Jill had taken me that evening. Life as a
sub was confusing. How could they have resisted my charms when I was naked
and available to them?

The next day at work was much like the day before. I ate pussy for
breakfast and lunch, although thankfully my mistress did allow me the
pleasure of sitting on her desk, spreading my legs and masturbating for her
pleasure. Her receptionist's smile was more knowing than angry when I
left. Linda was wearing the same perfume when she left the office that
night. Becky was dressed nicer than usual and I wondered if they were going
out together. It seemed like all my thoughts and especially how I thought
about other people now revolved around sex. That night as I lay in bed
unable to sleep, I thought about the women I assumed had helped Sharon
enslave me and questioned whether I was projecting my desires on them or
whether they were really in the scene.

Friday morning started as usual. I was under my mistress' desk at 7:30am
sharp. I was curled up in a ball in the foot well of the desk, my head
buried in her pussy doing my morning chores, when I heard the door open and
the receptionist walk in. I figured she already knew what I did in this
office so I didn't stop. And neither did Sharon. She and the receptionist
talked as if nothing was out of the ordinary while I continued to feast. I
heard the door close again and then doubled my efforts to make my mistress
cum. I was rewarded with a mouthful of her nectar and the satisfaction of a
job well done. When I crawled out from under the desk I was surprised to
see the face of the receptionist.

My mistress introduced her as Toni. She was naked. I was frozen in place I
didn't know what to do.

"Toni is the one you 69'ed with during your interview. She's been begging
for me to arrange a repeat performance. She's been a good little slave this
week so I told her today she would get her reward."

 Suzy ordered me to strip and lie down on her couch. Finally I was going to
get some action in this office. Toni then lay on top of me and we began to
service each other. It was as heavenly as the first time and now that I
could see her, even more fun. Mistress Sharon allowed us continue until we
both came. It was a much better way to start the day as I made the trip
back upstairs and Toni settled at her reception desk.

The rest of the morning my arousal built and built. I was looking forward
to the toy party tonight and even more so to a return engagement with my
mistress and Toni at lunch. Unfortunately when I went downstairs at noon,
Toni told me Sharon had to leave due to some kind of emergency. Toni looked
disappointed too. I wondered how many times during the day Mistress Sharon
availed herself of Toni's charms and how often Toni was satisfied. I was in
great need of some satisfaction myself and willingly offered my services to
Toni provided she would reciprocate, but she turned me down. She said
Mistress Sharon had left strict orders for her not to have sex with anybody
until she returned. I was disappointed, of course, but I understood.

I walked out of the office dejected and horny. Then I noticed the freight
elevator. I paused. Toni had been ordered to be celibate, but I had not. In
hindsight, maybe this wasn't the best decision, but I took the elevator
down to the basement security office. LaShawn was on duty. She didn't seem
surprised to see me. I'd forgotten about the elevator security cameras.

"So your mistress left you unsatisfied today, huh, slave girl?" she
began. All I could do was nod. My head was down in submission to the ebony
goddess and in defeat of my free will. I was still controlled by my lusts.

"Tell me slut. What do you want?"

"I need to cum. I'll do whatever you want, but please make me cum."

"For starters let's see if that pretty tongue of yours has learned any new
tricks since we last met."

LaShawn stood up and took off her pants. I had learned some new tricks at
the tutelage of my mistress and LaShawn seemed very appreciative. In record
time compared to our previous partnerships, I had her climaxing and calling
me filthy names. I took the verbal assault as a compliment to my oral
skills and stood up while licking her flavor off my lips. My own pussy was
dripping and I was looking forward to whatever stimulation she would
provide. LaShawn pulled her pants up and told me to leave.

I stammered in disbelief, "But what about me?"

"Do you think I'm going to touch that skanky pussy? Who knows where it's
been. Go back upstairs to your bathroom. You're good at frigging yourself
there."

I was pissed off. How dare she use me and deny me. At the time I didn't
make the connection about LaShawn's actions and that of Mistress Sharon who
basically did the same thing every day. LaShawn wasn't my mistress so fuck
her. That was the last time she was going to mess with me.

I stormed out of her office to the sound of laughter. I took the elevator
back up to my floor. I was still fuming. Getting off the elevator I looked
at the bathroom door. I was ready to go inside. I wanted to go inside. I
needed to go inside. But I didn't. I can control my lusts I told
myself. I'm not ruled by my pussy and my need to cum. I can beat this.

I went back into my office. It seemed everyone was still at lunch and my
cube area was deserted. I sat down at my desk to stew in anger. I was
finally calming down when I heard Linda's door open. Peaking over the cube
wall I saw Becky walking through the door. She was buttoning the top
buttons on her blouse. I quickly sat back down in my chair and pretended to
be working. As she was rounding the corner into our cube, she jumped back
startled.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tina. I didn't realize you were back from lunch."

I looked at her. Her face was flush and her lips were glazed. I knew that
look. I had it every morning.

"That's cool Becky. I just got back."

Yes, I just got back from licking the security guard and was trying to rein
in my lusts. The image of Becky on her knees in front of Linda certainly
wasn't going to help my libido. My arousal kicked into high gear. There was
no ignoring it or trying to make it go away with happy thoughts. It needed
satisfaction and it needed it now. I excused myself. "I need to go to the
bathroom, Becky. Something I ate at lunch didn't agree with me."

I practically sprinted out of our cube. Power walking past Linda's door I
used my peripheral vision just enough to notice her sitting at her desk. I
couldn't see her legs, but in my mind I could see her wearing a short skirt
with Becky servicing her. I had to get out of there. Once out the door I
hit the stairwell. The elevator took too long. Down one flight I went and
into the management office. Toni tried to stop me but I barged right past
her. With Toni in hot pursuit I tried to open Sharon's door, but it was
locked. As I in vain to jiggle the lock, Toni's hand grabbed mine.

"You can't go in there."

"Why not? Is she in there with another girl?"

As the words came out of my mouth, I already regretted barging into the
office. It was not my place to question how, when or why my mistress chose
to use me.

"No, she's still not here. But I'm not allowed into her office when she's
gone."

"I'm not asking you to go into the office. I just really need a place to
cum that doesn't have a security camera."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. LaShawn wouldn't satisfy me and my boss just fucked my cube
mate. I'm horny and I'm going crazy."

Toni looked at me like she understood.

"Let me get the key."

I finally could take a relaxed breath as Toni went back to her desk. She
came back with a key ring and unlocked Sharon's door. "Just be quick, OK?"

I wanted to tell her there was no way this was going to take long. Beside
my lunch break only had about 10 minutes left. Walking into the office I
remembered walking into Linda's office with the same purpose not long
ago. I looked at Sharon's phone. It worked once to get me off. It would
work again. But even as distracted as my mind was by my overarching need to
cum, I had the clear thought that I shouldn't repeat the prank. I looked
around the office and found what I needed. On the top of Sharon's filing
cabinet were a couple of bottles of water. They were the 500ml (16.7 ounce)
size. This was perfect, I told myself.

I slid out of my panties and grabbed the nearest bottle. I sat down in
Sharon's chair and propped my spread legs out on her desk. I was already
wet and my foreplay had been mental all day long. I quickly stuck the
bottle top in my mouth to give it a little saliva and the pulled it down to
my pussy. I was a little surprised how easily it slid in and pleasantly
happy about how good it felt. I shut my eyes and let the sensations wash
all over my body as I slowly fucked myself with the plastic bottle. Waves
of pleasure washed over me. It wouldn't take long. Again I pictured Becky
in front of my boss Linda. I then thought of Toni and me pleasuring my
mistress. Finally I thought of Jill. It wasn't slave girl Jill, however, it
was Mistress Jill towering over me as I lay bound spread eagled beneath
her. This time instead of dry humping me she was wearing a mean looking
strap-on and taking what she wanted from my helpless body.

The last image of Jill's wild red hair dancing about her head as she
strained to fuck me harder set off my climax. I howled in pleasure and my
pussy snapped hard against the bottle. My left fingers were dancing across
my clit while my right hand directed the bottle in and out of my
fuckhole. I screamed out in pleasure as a bright flash invaded my
subconscious. Then there was another flash. I opened my eyes to see Toni
standing in front of the desk with a small digital camera. Getting caught
did nothing to diminish my throws of ecstasy. If anything it increased my
passion. Again my pussy clamped down on the bottle as a new wave pleasure
crashed across my body. Toni kept snapping pictures and I kept cumming.

Finally I calmed down. I was late getting back to the office, but I still
needed to sit and recover for a few minutes. Toni took the bottle from my
hand.

"Remind me not to drink the water in this office," she joked.

I watched as she put it back on the filing cabinet. The label was wet, but
that would dry. I wondered if my flavor would remain on the bottle after it
was uncapped.

"You are in so much trouble when Mistress sees these pictures," Toni
offered.

I didn't care. She could spank me or whip me. That was a small price to pay
for that major cum. When I offered that reasoning to Toni she actually
agreed with me. I saw her eyeing the bottles as I made my way out of the
office. I didn't look back. I needed to get upstairs.

My cube mates were all back from lunch, or in Becky's case back from
Linda's pussy. Nobody said anything about me being 15 minutes late or
looking as flush as Becky had earlier. The rest of the day flew by. Having
a monster orgasm for lunch can make that happen. Also looking forward to a
night of erotic activities can also help. I was still dreaming of being put
under Suzy's tutelage tonight or submitting to Jill, but even if that
didn't happen, just modeling the clothes would have me turned on for when I
got home.

About 3:45 I noticed Becky get a phone call and then head back into Linda's
office. Sure they could have been discussing the marketing campaign we'd
been working on, but that should have meant a team meeting. It was much
more likely that Becky was back on her knees. Even if that wasn't reality,
in my fantasy world, Becky was bent over Linda's lap and being spanked. The
familiar itch was back in my pussy and I made my way back to the
bathroom. As I walked in I first looked at the ceiling. There was a small
camera pointed away from the stalls and showing the door and sink areas. If
LaShawn was watching, she knew where I was.

Next I checked the stalls. Thankfully I had the place to myself. Slipping
into the first stall, my skirt was down and my hand was in my panties in
record time. Now I imagined Toni repeating my bottle performance and Becky
blowing Linda's husband while she got fucked my Linda. Apparently my body
was learning to cum quicker, a very good thing, as it only took a few
minutes of clitoral stimulation and imagining my coworkers fucking to get
me off. I didn't cum nearly as hard as in Sharon's office, but it was
enough to take the edge off until tonight. As I stood by the sink tidying
up, I got an idea. After I dried my hands, I pulled an extra paper towel
out of the dispenser. I grabbed a pen from my purse and began to scribble
on the paper towel when I heard the door open. In walked Becky with a very
purposeful stride. If she noticed me she didn't say hello, but went right
into a stall. I heard her sit down, but I didn't hear her pee.

Evil thoughts crossed my mind. I knew why she was there and was pretty sure
she wouldn't start until she heard me leave. I knew I wouldn't start until
the bathroom was empty. I held up the sign I had scribbled to the
camera. It said "Fuck you LaShawn!" I then dropped the sign and pulled up
my blouse and bra flashing my tits to the camera. In hindsight this was a
bad idea because I didn't know who else watched those tapes, but I was
still pissed at her. I threw the paper towel away and made sure to make a
noisy exit from the bathroom. When I shut the door, I held it so it
returned a little slower than usual. The brought a most satisfying creak
from the hinge. It also allowed me to keep it an inch open so I could
listen. I had no excuse why I was doing this if anybody else came to the
bathroom right then. I supposed I could tell them I was listening to Becky
masturbate. The unmistakable sounds of fingers sloshing in a wet pussy
started almost as soon as the door was closed.

My own pussy was starting to tingle as I listened to Becky service
herself. I waited for about a minute when another evil thought crossed my
mind. I loudly pushed open the door, walking into the bathroom and went in
the stall next to her. I was actively listening as soon as the sound of the
door shutting quieted the bathroom. I heard nothing from the stall next to
me. I knew from experience she was fighting her urges right then. Her need
to cum was in battle with her desire not to get caught. I was able to pee
and mask my real reason for being there. In a fit of jealousy, I
contemplated staying in the stall and trying to outlast her. I even thought
of masturbating again to see if she would join me. But in the end I had my
laugh, flushed the toilet, washed my hands and left. Again I closed the
door carefully and listened to hear if she restarted her satisfaction. When
I heard that she did, I opened the door and let it swing shut. At least I'd
give her something to think about wondering if somebody else had entered
the bathroom.

Back at my cube I waited for Becky to return. I was pretending to work but
I was really watching for her so I could see the guilty look on her face. I
wondered if she would say anything or try to make an excuse. Of course she
didn't. She did return a few minutes later and sat down without making any
comments. I sat there with a smug satisfaction of knowing both of us had
played with ourselves minutes apart in the same bathroom. I also knew what
had, or at least who had, put her in such a state that she needed to
relieve herself. I wondered exactly what Linda had done to drive her desire
high enough to risk getting caught to satisfy her lusts. I had my
imagination, but I wanted facts.

Unfortunately nothing else happened before the end of the work day. Becky
seemed to get down to work without further distractions. Apparently her
finger was enough for her. I was still looking forward to the toy
party. Suzy, Jill and I had decided to ride together so I headed over to
her house. She was busy packing the sample cases and clothes into her van
when I arrived. She gave me a big hug. Perhaps it was my state of advanced
sexual yearnings, but I could have sworn she held me a little longer and
tighter than would he considered appropriate. Jill arrived moments later
and received the same hug, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I
must just be horny again.

Once the van was packed, we headed out. Suzy was driving and Jill was
sitting in the front seat. I was on a bench seat all the way in the back
with the sample boxes on the floor in front of me. It struck me as odd why
I wasn't driving myself. Fortunately the trip was short and we soon arrived
at a generously sized house in one of the more fashionable
neighborhoods. We each grabbed a sample case and headed for the door. Suzy
rang the doorbell and soon after the heavy oak door swung open. Suzy and
Jill walked in. As I crossed the threshold I got a major shock. Holding the
door was Thomas, Linda's husband. WTF? I then saw Linda walking out of the
kitchen toward the entry foyer. She was wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"The snacks are almost ready. Everybody should be here within half an
hour."

Linda stopped short when she saw me.

"Well hello Tina. This is an unexpected surprise. I didn't know you worked
with Suzy."

I remembered back to Suzy telling me this was going to be a special party
for one of her biggest customers. I suddenly became very interested in what
type of things Linda and her friends buy.

"Hi Linda. The surprise is all mine. I didn't know we were coming to your
house."

I wanted to ask where Becky was since I was sure she would be attending the
party, but I thought better of it. Their affair was an office secret so it
was better that I didn't let on that I knew about them.

"Well don't just stand there everyone. Come on in."

Linda led us into the living room where she was setup for the party. After
we put the cases down Jill and I returned to the van and got the
clothes. When we walked back in Suzy and Linda appeared to be deep in a
private conversation. I asked Jill if she had ever been to a party here
before and she said no. Thomas had disappeared to the basement, his "man
cave" as Linda described it. "He'll be gone until the party is over," she
chuckled.

We were escorted to a guest bedroom where we could change our costumes. I
also noted a second guest bedroom where a stack of towels and a bottle of
hand sanitizer were positioned next to the bed on a nightstand. I theorized
that Linda expected more than one of her guests to have a hands on
demonstration. Suzy walked into the room and told Jill and I to put on our
first pieces of lingerie as the guests would be here soon. I've never
gotten over the naughty thrill of stripping down and dressing sexy for a
room full of strangers. Tonight I also got the thrill of watching Jill do
the same. As we primped for our debut, I couldn't help but think that
tonight must be the night that Linda would show me her true self. I was
sure I would be ravaged before the night was over.

People started trickling in for the party. Suzy had Jill and I dressed in
maid's costumes and we were instructed to serve as much wine as the ladies
would drink. Apparently Linda and Suzy wanted everyone loose before they
really started. After about a half an hour, Suzy whispered something in
Jill's ear. She nodded and went off to our dressing bedroom. Lacking any
instruction, I kept serving the drinks and snacks while Suzy continued her
sales pitch of her wares. I noticed a couple of women disappearing into the
bedroom, both alone and in pairs. Apparently the wine was helping the sales
pitch. Jill returned wearing her first revealing outfit of the night. As
she paraded around the room I saw several women take certain liberties
touching her in ways not condoned at other parties. Still neither she nor
Suzy made an effort to correct the inappropriate touching. I watched as one
woman, pretending to check the fit over Jill's ass ran her hand right
between her legs. I saw Jill sigh and knew exactly what she was feeling.

Suzy then sent me back to change. As I was coming out of the bedroom in one
of my favorite lace teddies, the basement door flung open almost smacking
me in the face. Thomas barreled through the door not realizing he almost
clipped me. I stopped as quickly as I could and was still on my tiptoes as
he closed the door and saw me.

"Oops, sorry," he said. While his lips were saying sorry, his eyes
definitely scoping me out. He gave me a look from top to bottom and then
back up again. He didn't even try to hide that he was doing it.

"Nice. Suzy always has the best models."

With that he turned and began walking to the living room. There he told
Linda he was going out and wished everyone a good evening. He disappeared
through another door I assume was the garage. I made my entrance to the
living room. All eyes were on me as I made my first trip through the group
as a model instead of a maid. The woman who had been feeling up Jill tried
the same maneuver on me. She questioned whether the bottom of the teddy fit
correctly and in the process ran her hand all along my slit and up the
crack of my ass. I had to take a deep breath to keep from yelling out. I
continued around the room, but I was sure the teddy really didn't fit know
since the crotch was jammed up the crack of my ass courtesy of the woman's
roaming hands. Nobody mentioned my wardrobe malfunction. I got the
impression that was how the night was going to go.

Suzy indeed was booking a great number of orders. Jill and I continued
showing off her assets as well as our own. The viewers progressively took
more liberties "checking the merchandise" and I for one was getting very
turned on by the pawing. I looked to Jill who appeared to be enjoying
herself just as much as I was. Suzy had steered the sales pitch onto the
fetish gear. I assumed the bondage bed would soon be making an appearance
and I was fully ready to demonstrate.

Before that could happen, however, Linda announced we were going to take a
break. She wanted to serve more wine and Suzy said we needed time to get in
our final costumes. Jill and I walked to the bedroom and stripped out of
our outfits. Jill found her harem girl costume, but I couldn't find the
Arab Slave Trader costume I was supposed to wear. Fortunately Suzy came
into the room. When I told her that I couldn't find my costume she said
that was because she had changed her mind. She said that something had been
bothering her about how I looked in the costume. She said I didn't seem
comfortable leading Jill around the room and decided the whole concept
wasn't going to work. I looked over at Jill who was busy putting on her
costume and looked then looked at Suzy with a confused expression.

"I liked how Jill's costume looked. She's still going to be the harem
girl. I have something else for you."

I was scared and intrigued by what Suzy had in mind. My pussy had been wet
all night and I would have walked out to the group naked if that would have
gotten me satisfaction. Suzy pulled out a small suitcase I had not seen
when we carried the clothes in. From inside Suzy pulled out a pair of short
leather boots with a high stiletto heel. They came to just above my ankles
with the requisite locking mechanism to keep them on my feet and D-rings on
the inside and outside to hold me in place if necessary. OK, to hold me in
place hopefully. She had me sit on the bed while she placed them on my
feet. Suzy was kneeling in front of me with a perfect view of my moist
pussy, a fact that didn't escape me as I pictured myself kneeling in front
of her.

After the boots Suzy had me slip on a leather jacket. The sleeves were cut
almost like Jill's harem girl outfit in that the sleeves were more like
strips of leather culminating in a locking cuff again with two D-rings. The
bottom of the jacket snapped tight against my abdomen. There were four
buttons running from just above my belly button to just below my
breasts. The top collar of the jacket snapped tight around my neck. Again
there was a D-connector. You can't leave home without those. The middle of
the jacket flared out in a diamond shape exposing a wide expanse of my
breasts. Basically from my nipples in were exposed. The jacket must have
been custom tailored because it fit me like a glove and gave my breasts
just enough support and inward tilt for maximum exposure. The jacket flare
trapped my nipples in place, unexposed but covered just barely and held me
firmly. I'm sure it could be persuaded to expose more of my chest, but the
way it was fitted now, I would be at least slightly contained. I wondered
what bottom Suzy had to match this incredible jacket. I probably could have
guessed and certainly should have known what was coming... the remote
vibrating panties.

I offered no resistance as Suzy slid the panties up my legs. My will to
resist had long ago been broken. I had no doubt Suzy intended to
demonstrate the full potential of her most expensive item to this crowd of
horny women who had already shown they were in a buying mood. I noticed the
panties did not have the g-spot vibe installed. That was either a good
thing or a bad thing depending on how you look at it. I guessed it would
save me some embarrassment if I didn't squirt in the demonstration. Instead
of the slender curved vibe a large think one had replaced it. The same was
true of the anal probe. While not as big as the pussy vibe, it was
significantly thicker and longer than the one I usually used. Suzy pushed
me face down on the bed and began lubing up my ass with her finger. I
didn't complain and I didn't bitch. I just lay there and let her do what I
knew was coming. I ended up stuffed like I had been in Sharon's bondage
lair when I got my first double penetration. Only this time the fucking
wouldn't stop until the batteries wore out along with the added pleasure of
the clit vibrating pad and I the fact that I wasn't going to be able to
take the panties off until Suzy gave me the key.

Satisfied with the positioning of the three panty toys Suzy pulled me back
to my feet. Each step was an adventure as the vibrators shifted inside of
me. They were not even turned on yet and already I was feeling the
effects. The final step before our unveiling was a leash for both our
collars. With that Suzy led her two slaves back into the living room. Jill
was walking with her head up taking pride in both her costume and her
position. I tried to follow her lead, but with each step my knees got
weaker as I fucked myself and rubbed my clit on the plastic nub.

When we reached the center of the room Suzy handed Jill's leash to Linda
who proceeded to slowly walk her around the room showing off the marvelous
costume. The room was abuzz with sexual energy as every woman in attendance
was riveted to the gorgeous redhead strutting her stuff. I almost felt
neglected standing the in the center of the room.

When Jill had completed her route, Linda sat down and pulled Jill onto her
lap. No doubt Linda was enjoying the roll of slave handler. I could only
hope she would do the same for me soon. Suzy appeared ready to begin my
demonstration. With practiced ease and a carabineer, my wrists were soon
clipped behind my back. As I expected, my breasts bulged out of the front
of the jacket. My hard nipples now strained to remain contained by the
lapel. I knew what was coming and I was humiliated by how bad my body
wanted this.

Suzy pulled out the remote and began to explain its features. She turned on
all three vibes at full strength and instantly my knees buckled and I
crumpled in a heap to the floor. The strength of the vibrations surprised
me. They seemed much more intense than the pair I owned. Perhaps they were
a new model. Suzy turned off the vibes almost as quickly.

"As you can see, at full power, the panties can be quite a bit to handle. I
recommend lower settings and especial the tease settings as you get
accustomed to their operation."

Suzy handed the remote to the woman sitting on her left who examined it
thoroughly. I struggled to my feet, challenged more from the shoes and
cuffs and not from the now dormant vibes when I saw her point the remote
(why do women think it is a magic wand to aim at me) a click a button. This
time only the clit buzzer turned on at a very sustainable and pleasurable
pace. I smiled at the woman who then clicked another button which brought
the butt plug to life. My smile changed to a scowl as my ass clinched. I'm
sure she could read the tenseness in my face. She smiled apparently
satisfied and turned both vibes off. She then handed the remote to the
woman sitting next to her. Each woman in turn took pleasure in teasing me
to the point of climax before backing off. As Jill and I moved around the
room most of the attention had shifted from the harem girl to the merciless
teased girl. I was rapidly approaching my end point where I couldn't take
any more. The last woman finally had the remote. It was Linda. She quickly
pushed a number of buttons on the remote and the ass, pussy, clit cycle I
had felt in the office but never replicated at home began. She smiled at me
as I confirmed it must have been her controlling me in the conference
room. She got up and walked over to me. She pushed the remote down into my
cleavage indicating no changes to this program which would drive me insane
were going to happen. She then whispered in my ear.

"I've had my eyes on you for a long time, slut. If I let you cum, what are
you going to do for me?"

Between pre-orgasmic shocks to my nervous system I tried to answer but
struggled to form the words. Quietly so only Linda would hear me I spoke.

"Anything you want. I'll do anything you want."

"Can I spank you?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Of course, what?"

"Of course, mistress."

"How about my pussy? Are you going to eat it every morning at the office
after you finish with Mistress Sharon?"

"Yes mistress. Anything."

"How about your husband? Isn't he going to mind?"

"I don't know mam. I haven't told him yet."

I was panting in need. My legs were weak and I was afraid I was going to
fall again.

"Suzy, did you bring my favorite tonight?" Mistress Linda asked.

"You know I always bring it don't you?"

"Of course. Be a dear and fetch if for this lovely creature will you?"

Suzy walked out of the room. I was praying they were talking about some big
strap-on Linda liked to wield against a helpless slave. The other women in
the room seemed to enjoy this exchange. I doubted it was the first one seen
at a Suzy party. Mistress Linda turned off my panties and began to push
them down. Although I had not sprayed them, the inside was slick with my
juices and heavy with my arousal. Linda had them around my ankles and then
off by the time Suzy returned. Linda spun me around to face her so I
couldn't see what Suzy was bringing into the room.

"Please me now with your performance and the rest of the night can be
pretty easy and enjoyable on you. Fuck this up and I'll tan your hide. Got
it?"

I nodded my understanding. Linda spun me back around and I saw what Suzy
was holding. It was the largest, thickest, blackest dildo I had ever
seen. It had a big suction cup at its base and a pair of big balls hanging
in front. The sides were ribbed and the top was cut into a lifelike
crown. On the side in white block printing was the words Black Mambo. Suzy
had me lick the suction cup. She then slammed it down on the center of the
coffee table. The sound was tough to describe. There was a kind of
"thhunck" as the air rushed out from under the cup. The dildo swayed back
and forth hypnotically as the force dissipated.

Linda told me to go down on "that dick" like it's the last one on Earth. I
knelt on the table. It was tough to steady myself without the use of my
arms. But once I took the tip in my mouth, the fake cock acted like the
third leg of a tripod which helped. I'm sure the women sitting behind me
were getting a perfect view of my drooling pussy as I did my best to suck
off this monster cock. I had trouble stretching my mouth around the entire
thing and could only take a few inches at best. I tried and tried to take
more and hoped my efforts would be deemed satisfactory by Linda. With a
sharp slam to my rear, she told me it was time for the next activity.

"I know you want it. Fuck yourself. Show us all was a greedy cock whore you
are."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I would have preferred to be called a
pussy whore and forced to eat Mistress Linda's pussy right then, but I
wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass me by. I straightened
back up to my knees and wiggled my way over to the dildo until my legs were
straddling it. I looked around the room and ever eye was on me. I wiggled
my ass trying to capture the tip with my pussy, but it kept slipping out.

"Too wet?" Suzy mocked me.

"No, I can get this."

"Here let me help."

Suzy grabbed the base and steadied the cock. Now that it was pointing
straight up, I had little trouble taking the head and a few inches into my
needful fuckhole. I'd used some big dildos before, but nothing like this. I
slowly lowered myself onto the monster taking care to allow my pussy to
stretch around the invader. The women seemed to be in no rush and allowed
me to take my time. I don't know how much more I had to go, but I finally
decided enough was enough. I couldn't take any more. More realistically I
needed to get fucked and just sitting on this dildo wasn't doing it.

I began to rhythmically slide up and down the massive phallus. Soon I was
lost in my own world. The house could have been on fire and I would not
have known. My mind was consumed by only one thought. If I was on the
upstroke the thought was all about getting my pussy filled again. On the
way down my thoughts were more stressful about what that monster was doing
to my pussy and could I ever fuck a normal guy again. I'm sure I was
screaming and moaning in delight, but my nerves were almost shut down. I
felt neither pain nor pleasure, only an intense feeling of belonging and
pride as I tamed the dildo that probably scared everyone there. My boobs
were bouncing wildly out of the jacket as I pounded myself up and down. My
hair was flying everywhere. I'm sure I was quite a site. And then, like a
bullet, it hit me. Without warning I climaxed. Fireworks shot off in my
brain. I was literally seeing stars in front of me. I'm sure I was
screaming, but all I consciously remember was falling forward, bouncing off
the table and landing on the floor in a convulsing mess. I remember lying
on the floor shaking as I was consumed by my orgasm. My entire world
existed only from the tips of my nipples to the bottom of my pussy. The
world was a happy and safe place. As I finally began to calm down, I heard
applause. My eyes began to focus again and everyone in the room was
standing and cheering for me. I weakly smiled. I couldn't move.

I was later told that Suzy had Jill licked the toy clean for me. I guess
this group likes to use that method. I continued to lie on the floor
recuperating while the women examined the toy and lined up to place
additional orders. Several ended up standing over me giving me an
unencumbered view up their skirts. Some didn't have panties. I wish I could
have sat up for a taste, but my body was still in no condition to
move. Finally I felt Linda releasing my hands and helping me sit back
up. She then helped me onto the couch. She tucked my breasts back into the
jacket. I'm sure she meant to tweak and brush my nipples in the process.

"You were fabulous tonight, Tina. I've got a present for you after we
finish up."

I sat on the couch watching the final order get written. Jill had rejoined
us in her street clothes and took the sample cases and clothing out to the
car. Nobody had bothered to help me redress as I sat in the jacket, boots
and no panties. I didn't really care. I was ready to go home like
that. Finally when just Suzy, Linda, Jill and I were left, Linda clipped
the leash to my neck and gave a tug.

"We're going to have so much fun at the office. I might even share you with
Tom."

I just nodded and meekly followed her to the basement door. Down we went
over the thickly carpeted stairs into the "man cave." The basement could
have been a sports bar. There was what looked like a well stocked bar with
eight stools in front of it. Foosball, pool and air hockey tables were
aligned and a dartboard hung on the wall. A poker table was off to the
side. And a large flat panel TV hung on the wall. If I was Thomas I'd never
leave. I couldn't understand what we were doing down her, at least not
until Linda led me through a door behind the bar. This room looked more
like a real cave. Obviously this was Linda and Thomas' dungeon. It was
dark. There were a few strips of reflective tape showing an aisle in the
minimal light from the other room. As my eyes began to adjust, it struck
me. Most of what I could see was a mirror of Sharon's dungeon in the locker
room at work. Mistress Linda flipped a light switch and some can lights in
the ceiling came to life. In the center of the room was a pommel horse just
like Mistress Sharon had. Only instead of me being draped over it, Becky
was strapped over its curved top.

It was then I realized what Thomas had been doing while we were having the
toy party. Becky must have arrived earlier than we did, probably riding
home with Linda from work. No doubt Thomas had been playing with her for
the first few hours of the party. But he'd been gone for at least an hour
and a half which meant she'd been in that position at least that long. She
was wearing a hood with built in headphones. I knew she couldn't see the
light and I guessed she couldn't hear us as well. Her body language gave no
indication she knew we were there until Suzy gave her a strong slap across
her ass.

Becky lifted her head in a vain attempt to see who hit her. I watched as
Linda turned off the CD player attached to the headphones in her hood. She
then unzipped it and pulled it off her slave. She seemed relieved and
thanked her mistress. Linda didn't say anything. She pointed at me and
curled her finger. When I approached she took my hand and pulled me in
front of Becky. Linda nudged my ass indicating I should move closer to her
head and the grabbed Becky's hair and lifted her into position to lick my
pussy. I was still recovering from the fucking I inflicted on myself and my
pussy really wasn't ready to be used again so soon. It was sore and Becky's
tongue really wasn't that pleasing because of it. I looked to Linda with
sadness in my eyes.

"Mistress, I appreciate the offer, but I'm just not ready for this right
now."

"I understand. This was just a welcome to the club kind of gift I wanted to
give you. Becky would be happy to do this instead on Monday at the office
wouldn't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Then it's settled. Monday after you finish with Mistress Sharon and me,
Becky will take care of you. Don't wear panties Monday. Actually, don't
wear panties to work ever again."

I was still in my post orgasmic haze so I just nodded. Suzy escorted me
back upstairs to the bedroom and helped me out of the jacket and then
unlocked the boots. As I stood rubbing my wrists trying to get some
circulation back into them Suzy pushed me onto the bed and jumped on top of
me. I was shocked and defenseless as she pinned me to the bed and began
kissing me passionately. She grabbed my wrists and held them tight against
the bed above my arms. She then pushed herself up in a pushup position
while holding me tight.

"I knew you had potential from the day we first met. From now on you are
going to work my shows for free just like Jill does. You are going to be
one hell of a demonstration model. We'll work out a schedule when you can
service me, but tonight is the last night you'll be getting a free
pass. Consider that my gift to you. Come over Wednesday night and I'll show
you my private collection of toys."

Suzy savagely kissed me again and then rolled off of me. I had to catch my
breath as I watched her walk out of the door. I rested for a moment lying
on the bed. My hand drifted down to my abused pussy. I was afraid to look
at it. I knew it must be getting late so I found my clothes and got
dressed. Suzy was nowhere to be found and neither was Jill. I heard the
sound of a paddle contacting flesh coming from the basement. I sat down in
the living room to wait until Linda was done with Becky and promptly fell
asleep. I woke as Becky was shaking me. Linda seemed surprised that I was
still there.

"Suzy got pissed about something and left before I could get dressed," I
said.

"Don't worry. Becky will drive you home."

"Thank you mistress."

"No problem. We look out for each other."

"Mistress, can I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Mistress Sharon said there are four mistresses in your group. I've met
three. Who is the fourth?"

"Time will tell. Time will tell. I'm sure she will reveal herself when the
time is right. Believe me I wanted to take you in the office all week but I
was waiting to make tonight's party better. It's the same thing with
her. I'm sure she wants you right now, but you'll have to wait a little
longer."

"But how will I know her? I mean, I know she has a tattoo. I saw that in
the video but neither you, Suzy or Sharon have one like it. But how will I
find her."

"Trust me. When the time is right you'll find her. She'll identify herself
when she's ready. In fact, you already know her. Now run along home to
hubby. I'm sure he's wondering where you are."

Becky hustled me out of the house before I could ask any more
questions. She was quiet on the way home and refused to answer any
questions about the group. We talked a little about her, but nothing that
would allow me to divine the name of the fourth mistress. She did say I
knew some of the other slaves. That really frustrated me because she
wouldn't identify them either.

"All in good time. All in good time," was all she would say. I'd have to
wait and find out when they were ready to be revealed.

I spent the rest of the weekend in reflection still trying how to figure
out whom mistress number four was. Becky had told me I knew some of the
slaves. The only person I could come up with was Judy my neighbor. She knew
Suzy, had hosted the first toy party that I had attended and lent me the
small vibrator which began my decent into submission. That made her a
logical candidate. Her body type didn't quite match up with the rear view
video I had of mistress number four. Still I had to figure out a way to be
sure. Other than Judy, I had no idea who else could be involved. Becky had
used the plural version of slave which meant I knew more than one. Even if
Judy was involved, I was still missing at least a couple pieces to the
puzzle.

Monday morning dawned with me no closer to solving the riddle. As had
become my routine, I was in Mistress Sharon's office at 7:30 sharp. I was
on my knees and servicing her pussy. Toni arrived a little earlier than
usual and ended up standing in the office watching me service her
boss. After I finished I gave her a sweet kiss so she could savor her boss'
essence for the rest of the morning and then I headed upstairs. It was 7:55
when I entered my boss, Linda's, office. She was waiting for me as was
Becky.

This too would become a routine. Apparently Linda had a schedule. I was to
service her to start the day at 8am. Unlike Sharon, Linda enjoyed not only
my tongue, but also liked me to finger fuck her. That first morning, as
Linda had promised, Becky was instructed to lie on the floor and eat me
while I knelt before Linda and serviced her. It felt so good to be
experiencing the same sensations that I was providing for my mistress. When
Linda could sense that I was getting close she reminded me of the rule that
mistresses cum first and that I'd better hold back. This was a huge
struggle because Becky was very talented and seemed determined to make me
break a rule on the first day.

I was driven to distraction by her talented tongue and fingers. Obviously
she had much more experience than I on how to please a woman. Skills that I
knew I would have to learn were on display and as she drove me closer and
closer to release, my own services to Mistress Linda began to falter. I
kept hearing her say "don't you dare cum first" but eventually I stopped
licking her and just buried my head between her legs and held on for dear
life. Was their plan to make me break a rule so they could punish me?
Probably. Had Becky already serviced Linda so she wouldn't be as likely to
cum before me? Possibly. But as I held my Mistress' legs for balance as my
orgasm ripped through me, I knew I was in trouble.

After I came, Linda dismissed Becky and me to our cube. We didn't discuss
anything as we sat down, both our faces frosted with girl juice. Our two
other cube mates, Molly and Cathy, didn't seem to notice. Around 10am as we
were preparing to take our morning coffee break, Molly stood up and walked
into Linda's office. I'd never noticed somehow that either Molly or Cathy
always missed morning coffee. Becky and I were always there, but one of the
two girls was always missing. Today I brought my coffee back to my desk and
finally noticed Molly leaving Linda's office. I'd always stayed in the
break room before but today I kept watch on her door. I saw Molly with the
telltale sheen on her face leave the office and head to the
bathroom. Obviously she had finished what I had started. At lunchtime Becky
tapped my on the shoulder and said "have fun with Sharon" as she walked by
me and into Linda's office.

I hustled downstairs and was happy to see Toni had not left for lunch. I
knew I had broken a major rule and was hoping an enthusiastic performance
for Mistress Sharon might negate my transgression. I spent the lunch hour
pleasing my mistress and at her order, Toni. As the clock neared one,
Sharon pulled a vibrator out of her desk and handed it to me. She ordered
me to "give them a good show" and told me I had five minutes to make myself
cum. Heck, it didn't take nearly that long. I kept buzzing my clit and
fucking myself as I crashed through my second orgasm of the work day. I was
trying to get myself to have two before the five minutes was up. I almost
made it too, but just before I could cum, Sharon ordered me to stop. She
then had me clean the vibrator with my tongue. Of course she didn't really
have to tell me that. I'd learned that lesson long ago.

At 3pm I watched Cathy disappear into our boss' office. I now realized the
pattern. I had morning pussy pleasing duties and Becky had lunch. Molly and
Cathy apparently switched off on the morning and afternoon breaks. Again I
stayed at my desk through this break. Like Molly before her Cathy exited
the office with a coating of Linda's affection on her mouth and headed
straight to the bathroom. Becky and Molly passed her in the hallway as she
walked out. As they were reentering our cube Becky gave my breast a squeeze
and smiled at me. Molly did the same. Things were definitely going to be
more interesting around the office.

At 4:45 my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Mistress Sharon
ordering me to be in her playroom downstairs at 5. I went into Linda's
office and showed it to her. She told me to go ahead and leave since I
would have to pay the tax in the security office before I would get the key
to the locker room. With a spring in my step I headed for the freight
elevator. Tasha was on duty beginning her swing shift in the video
surveillance room. Having seen me on the freight elevator camera she knew I
was coming and was ready for me. Her pants were already off and she was
diddling herself when I arrived. I wondered if Sharon had given her more
advanced warning because she was already really wet and it didn't take long
for me to get her off. I didn't really care about the reason. I was mainly
just glad to be done as she handed me the key to the gate. The entire
transaction took less than 5 minutes and not a single word was spoken.

I hustled down the dark hallway to the locker room. As I had seen done
before, I hooked the bungee cord around the gate so it would stay open. As
I turned to enter the locker room I was tempted to look in the men's locker
room. Was there anything special in there? Did the male executives take
their conquests down here too? I shook my head to clear the distractive
thoughts and walked into the locker room. It was still a couple of minutes
to 5 so I looked around the dungeon room and tried to guess which
implements of torture I'd be subjected. I also made a mental note of which
ones I wanted to have used on me. Mistress Sharon had not arrived by 5pm on
my watch. I decided to undress to speed things along. I neatly folded my
clothes and leaned across the pommel horse so my ass would be on display
when my Mistress entered the room. Finally I heard footsteps on the tile
floor of the bathroom. There were clearly more than one set of feet making
the sounds. In fact, it sounded like a group.

"Look what we have here," I heard Linda exclaim from the door. "I see a
nice ass ready to be spanked for breaking rule number one."

I heard the assembled women laugh. I looked over my shoulder and saw
Mistress Sharon, Mistress Linda, Mistress Suzy, Toni, Becky, Cathy, Molly
and Jill. Mistress Sharon was holding what looked like a sorority pledge
paddle. Toni had a small bag. I guess it was time for my initiation. The
group advanced on me. My level of excitement was off the chart and I could
feel the wetness running down my legs. I was home at last.