Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 12:21:25 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 06

Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 06
By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance
Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones

*** Rose's POV ***

"Keep watching your mom." The words echoed through my head. I was now bound
to the chair facing Jeannie's window so I had little choice but to keep
watching my mom. Jeannie had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open, but
because of my bound hands I was still wearing it. She'd also run her hand
up under my skirt and confirmed my level of arousal. This is exactly what I
wanted and what I had planned for, but now that it was actually happening,
I somehow couldn't believe it. I'd made the assumption earlier in the
evening that Jeannie was passive when it came to sexual matters. She was
now proving that hypothesis to be wrong. She quickly returned to me holding
a small vibrator and three medical clamps. She tossed them on the bed and
then knelt down in front of me.

"Let's get this skirt off, shall we. It's just getting in the way and I
know you must be uncomfortable sitting in it."

She was half right anyway. Jeannie lifted my legs and put them on her
shoulders. That made my butt rise enough for her to get her hands
underneath me and unzip my skirt. With a little effort she quickly
dispatched the garment. I was right about putting the garter on. She wasn't
expecting it and seemed entertained by its presence.

"Do you have any other surprises for me?" she asked.

"Like what?" I questioned.

"I always figured you for a closet sub.  But coming here without panties
and wearing a sexy garter? That was a surprise. Do you do anything else fun
like wearing a butt plug or Ben Wa balls in public?"

She had put my legs down and was lightly tapping on my clit while she
asked.  I was too distracted to answer. She snapped her index finger
against my clit. "I asked you a question," she stated emphatically.

"No," I answered.

"No ma'am," she corrected.

"No ma'am," I repeated.

"At such time as I decide you will call me mistress. But let's see if you
are worthy before we get to that step. Spread your legs and keep them out."

I did as she commanded. Jeannie moved behind me. I heard the sound of
vibrator buzzing.

"Keep looking out of the window. What do you see?"

"I see my mother and two women."

"Detail, Rose. Give me details," she replied.

"I see my mother sitting on a chair. She's looking straight ahead. I'm
guessing the window is reflecting like a mirror. She's watching herself."

"Good. Go on," Jeannie instructed me.

"Her legs are spread like mine. The second woman is sitting in front of
her. She's hitting her with something. I can't quite make out what it is."

I watched as Jeannie set down the vibrator and picked up the
binoculars. "Oh, I heard her say. That's hot."  She then held the
binoculars to my eyes so I could see. "Now what do you see?"

"I see the woman hitting my mom's pussy with, ah, what is that? It looks
like a bunch of straps."

"It's a cat or cat-o-nine tails. It looks like she's just teasing her with
it. Your mom looks pretty aroused."

"Yes, I guess she does," I said trying not to sound like spying on my
mother was having the same effect on me.

Jeannie put down the binoculars against and grabbed the vibrator. "This
one's not too strong, but the batteries last a long time," she announced
before sliding it into my pussy. "Don't let that slide out."

Instantly my excitement level shot through the roof. It had been high
before but the joy spreading from the vibrating toy definitely had me
climbing the arousal ladder.  I pulled my legs together to make sure I
could hold the magic toy in place. Jeannie noticed immediately.

"Didn't I tell you to spread your legs?"

"Yes ma'am, but I was afraid to lose the vibrator."

"Not following orders already. That's not a good sign. Do you want to be
punished like your mom was in the garage? I'm sure I can find something to
make you understand."

"No ma'am. I'll be good."

She looked down at my legs. I quickly spread them as wide as I could. The
pussy slicked vibrator slid out and fell on the floor.

"Oops," I said sheepishly.

"I'll cut you just a little slack because you're new at this. But you had
better learn self control fast. I won't beat you, but now you're going to
get the clamps."

In my mind I laughed a little. Not out loud mind you, but I assumed she
meant to use them anyway or she would not have brought them over next to
me. I didn't think they were for her. I continued to watch my mom as
Jeannie began to suck on my left nipple. If there is one part of foreplay I
like above all else it's nipple sucking. Maybe it is because my breasts are
so small, my nipples are exceptionally sensitive. They had been hard since
we first walked across the street to spy on my mom but now under Jeannie's
expert care, they were absolute rocks. Every time she sucked my nipple into
her mouth a jolt of pleasure raced straight down to my clit.  I was
starting to lose the ability to focus on my mom.

Too soon after she began, Jeannie deemed my left nipple ready for her
clamp. I'd never worn a nipple clamp before and wasn't sure what to
expect. I'd seen pictures of my mom with the nipple suckers. I was pretty
sure I didn't want to try those. They looked very painful.  Of course so
was the surgical clamp. It was designed to hold itself in place so after
she clamped it on, which was very painful by itself, Jeannie tightened it
further by adjusting a set-screw on the side. I was stomping my feet on the
floor trying to fight against the pain. I hoped my display would convince
her not to use the second one. Of course it didn't. My right breast was
treated to the same treatment. The nipple sucking didn't feel so good this
time. Maybe it was the anticipation of the pain to come or maybe the
throbbing of my left nipple overriding the pleasure signals from the right,
but I was not nearly as enthusiastic the second time around. At least until
she was done. This time in addition to stomping my feet I screamed.

Jeannie responded with a condescending "Tisk, tisk, tisk. Let's not have
any of that."

With that she pulled off her black pants and peeled off her panties. I
could smell her panties even before they were pressed into my
mouth. Without a doubt she had been wearing them for a while. She probably
planned to use them as a gag and had masturbated in them. Either that or
she had enjoyed being outside with me much more than she led on.

"We have one more clamp to go. Guess where it is going."

I looked at her wide eyed.

"Come on. Don't play the innocent girl with me," she mocked.

I was split in my feelings right then. I had no doubt having Jeannie suck
on my clit would feel great. I had no doubt a little clitoral attention
would even override the ache in my nipples. But I also knew the pain that
would follow and I didn't think I could handle that. My little clit was far
too sensitive for that kind of abuse. I wondered if Nicole ever did this to
my mother. Jeannie gave my clit a quick rub to make sure it was standing at
attention. It was already peeking out of its hood so there wasn't much need
to play with it. Thus I didn't get much pleasure before I anticipated
receiving the pain. Jeannie then picked up the vibrator. She didn't bother
to wipe it down she just pushed it back inside me.

"I'm not really going to clamp your clit. That would be too much for
you. Try to be more careful with the dildo next time," she said before
walking out of the room.

I was left alone with my thoughts. My thoughts plus, clamped nipples, a
vibrator buzzing in my pussy and a live sex show staring my mother just
outside the window. There were worse ways to spend a Friday night. Absent
any other real options, I turned my attention back to my mom. Nicole was
still using the cat on her. It didn't look like it hurt that much. More
like a little sting as I watched my mom flinch slightly each time Nicole
flicked the straps against her. All of a sudden she stopped. I watched as
the first woman grabbed a cell phone from Nicole's bag and handed it to
her. Nicole flipped open the top to answer and handed the other woman the
whip. Nicole then walked out of the room.

As she was in the garage, the other woman seemed more in tune with
inflicting pain on my mom. Not content with lightly striking my mom's
nether region, this woman used much more force and concentrated on her
breasts. My mom's demeanor changed immediately. Instead of flinching, my
mom now recoiled as the woman strapped her boobs. I could tell my mom was
shouting as well. I felt sympathy for her, but given the pain my own
nipples were in at the moment, my reaction was tepid at best. I heard
Jeannie walk back into the room.

"Ready for more fun?" she asked.

I wanted to give her a smart ass response but I figured now was not the
time. "Yes ma'am," I said not sure of what I was agreeing to.

Jeannie warned me before she took off the clamps that it was going to
hurt. I'd expected taking them off would be worse than putting them on
based on all the stories I'd read.  I told her to get on with it. She
corrected me that a slave didn't get to make demands. The stories did not
lie. Taking them off was worse. But I got through it OK. Now with the
vibrator buzzing away and no other stimulations to counteract its pleasure,
I started to feel real good. Jeannie sat on her bed watching me for a bit.

"You realize I'm in total control of when you cum don't you?" she asked.

"No you aren't," I challenged her.

"What would you do if I took that vibrator away?"

I thought for a moment. "Curse you probably," I told her.

"That's not very nice. What if I tied you to the bed and didn't touch you
the rest of the night?"

"Then tonight would be the last time we ever talked."

"I doubt that. You may not realize it yet but you need this kind of
attention."

I didn't respond. I just sat there buzzing happily thinking about what she
just said.

"You know I'm right. But don't worry. I'm going to enjoy fucking you and
making you cum. In fact we're going to start right now. "

Jeannie stood up and I felt her begin to untie my wrists. I also noticed
Nicole had returned and that my mom was on the floor kissing her feet. I
turned to face Jeannie. My eyes had adjusted to the limited light from the
hallway. I could see her well enough to see she was holding a dildo. My
mouth began watering.

"If you want me to fuck you with this you first have to prove yourself
worthy. You claim to have never eaten a pussy before. That is about to
change."

Jeannie indicated I should get on the floor. She then took my place in the
chair. I'd seen my mom do this enough in the videos and pictures to know
what I was supposed to do, even if I wasn't sure exactly how.  Apparently I
was a natural. At least that is what Jeannie said. I found I liked her
taste as well. We were a good match. When I told Jeannie she tasted
heavenly she told me that was a good thing because I could expect to be in
this position a lot. Between her moans she was giving me a running
commentary on what was happening in my mom's room. When she got to the
point of telling me my mom was wearing a chin dildo and the first woman was
fucking herself on my mom's face I stopped licking Jeannie and asked for
permission to look. Jeannie seemed charmed by my interest and told me to
take a glance but then to get back to work.

I wasn't sure what to expect. I know I wasn't expecting to see the elegant
looking woman grinding herself against my mom's face. My mom was just the
vessel for her pleasure and not a very active participant. I saw Nicole
standing behind my mom. She was putting on a strap-on. My own pussy
twitched in sympathy.

"It looks like Nicole is getting ready to fuck somebody," I said. "Are you
going to reward me the same way?"

"Make me cum and we can talk about it," Jeannie replied.

I dove back between her legs. This time I crossed my wrists behind my back
like my mother had done. Jeannie was right. This forced my face deeper into
her pussy. It was intoxicating. I imagined my mom being fucked by Nicole. I
wanted the same from Jeannie. This inspired me to make her cum. I didn't
know what would bring her off so I tried to make up for my lack of
experience with enthusiasm. I don't know if it was my skill or the show she
was watching, but I was soon rewarded with my first mouthful of girl
cum. My immediate reaction was why I had not done this sooner.

Jeannie took her time enjoying her orgasm and rubbing herself on my face. I
didn't mind in the least. I wore her cum like a badge of honor. Finally she
told me to stand and face the window. When I did I saw my mom joyfully
riding Nicole's cock. Nicole was sitting on the chair facing the window. My
mom was in a reverse cowboy. She seemed to be enjoying watching herself
bounce up and down in the window. I'd seen that look of pure satisfaction
on her face before from the video she made last weekend. That expression of
pleasure made me want Jeannie all the more. I wanted that for myself.

Jeannie told me to bend over and grab the window sill. I was positioned
looking directly at my mother fuck herself while my own pussy was pointing
straight at my best friend, open and available for her use. And use it she
did. She wasted no time pushing the dildo she showed me deep inside my
pussy. I moaned immediately at the intrusion. It felt heavenly. In a fit of
passion I dropped my head and looked at the floor. When I looked up Nicole
and mom had changed positions. Mom was now holding onto the window the same
way I was which Nicole was taking her from behind. My mom's expression had
changed from mere pleasure to animal instinct. I watched as the other woman
got underneath her and pushed a vibrator against her clit. I knew my mom
wouldn't withstand that treatment for long. I knew I couldn't. I was barely
holding on for dear life from Jeannie and her dildo. If she had been
vibrating my clit at the same time I would have cum already.

Jeannie switched from fucking me with the dildo to holding it still. "Rock
your ass back and forth on this slut. I shouldn't have to do all the work."

I wasn't about to argue. I was now bouncing forward and back much like my
mother only I was in control of my motion and my mom was reacting to
Nicole's thrusts. Jeannie started to spank me.

"You're going to be a great slave Rose. The best. I'm going to mold you
into a perfect playtoy. You'll cum when I tell you to cum. You'll fuck who
I tell you to fuck. And you'll eat whatever pussy I tell you to eat. How
does that sound?"

I was too far gone to care. She could have told me to go out and turn
tricks for her and I would have agreed right then.

"That sounds great, ma'am," I babbled. I was quickly reaching incoherence
as I rutted back and forth on the fake cock.

"Not ma'am, slut. That's mistress to you," she sternly corrected.

"Mistress, ma'am," I said. Then I restated the obvious, "Yes mistress."

"Continue fucking yourself. When you're ready to cum tell me. Don't cum
without permission. Never cum without permission."

I continued to slam myself back and forth on the dildo. I kept looking down
concentrating on my own pleasure but also looked across to my mom as often
as I could. She continued to get fucked hard. I knew if I saw her cum I
would too. I held out as long as I could, but eventual my climax was
inevitable.

"I need to cum now mistress," I hollered.

"Not yet new fish. Count down slowly from 20. Once per stroke should be
fine."

I did what she asked. It was completely debasing. I pushed myself harder
and harder against the dildo. She told me to slow down. Each complete
stroke was several seconds in length as I struggled to hold myself back
from climaxing until I reached zero.

At ten she started spanking me again. At 5 I lost control. I couldn't hold
back any longer. I screamed and came harder than I ever had before in my
young life. I fell to the floor out of control rolling back and forth. I
couldn't see her expression but I hope it was one of pride for having
reduced me to this quivering mess.

"Not good slave. You came too soon. Now you are going to have to be
punished."

I was still in the throes of a violent orgasm. I heard her speaking, but I
didn't understand a word she said.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I was having a great time with Erin and Mistress Nicole. Even though I
didn't enjoy Erin's proclivity to hurt me, my clit apparently didn't mind
as the two of them brought me to orgasm after orgasm. My greatest thrill
that night was watching my reflection in the window as I was pounded
relentlessly from behind. If only my husband was enough of a man to give me
that much pleasure I never would have gotten divorced. But he wasn't as
much of a man as Erin and Nicole proved to be that night.

Nicole had brought a few new toys with her. One was a dildo which strapped
on to my chin. They took turns fucking themselves over my face. It was
frustrating to say the least. My field of vision was straight up my
antagonists' bodies. Their juicy pussies were bouncing just above my mouth
and nose, but I couldn't make contact. I could see the expression of
elation on their faces but could do nothing to give myself that
feeling. Nor could I do anything to hasten their eventual ecstasy. All I
could do was hold still and dream of my own eventual pleasure. The sounds
of womanly joy filled the room. Every so often whoever wasn't on my face
would rub my clit or pinch one of my nipples to make sure I was still
paying attention. That was hardly necessary. They could tell how excited I
was to be used this way. My only solace was I knew they were not done for
the evening and eventually I too would get more satisfaction.

*** Rose's POV ***

After my ferocious orgasm had run its course Jeannie helped me up and led
me out of the room. I was docile while we worked our way downstairs to the
basement. I was shivering as we walked naked through her house. I could
only imagine what would happen if Jeannie's parents suddenly came home. I
had to admit it was thrilling to be in this position. The basement in
Jeannie's house was semi-finished. We'd always played downstairs growing
up. There was a big TV where we watched movies. I wondered if Jeannie was
going to put on my mom's video. She wasn't. Instead she led me to a locked
door. I always assumed it was a laundry room. I guess I never questioned
why a laundry room would need a lock.

Jeannie flipped on a light switch just inside the door. There was a single
bare bulb hanging from a wire in the center of the ceiling. The room was
small, but full. The central thing I noticed was a leather swing hanging in
the middle of the room. I recognized the contraption immediately from my
investigations of the websites my mom frequented. It was a bondage
swing. Looking around the room I noticed the floor was covered in gym
mats. They were cold but squishy as we walked on them. There were also
shelves mounted to the bare framed walls. The shelves held a cornucopia of
sex toys. I looked at Jeannie confused.

"Mom and dad can still get pretty wild," she told me. "I bet you didn't
know that my dad is a sissy boy."

I didn't know that. He was very masculine looking. I would have bet just
the opposite was the case. Then again if you had told me my mom was
sexually submissive I wouldn't have believed it either. Jeannie walked over
to the swing and turned around so she wasn't facing it. I watched as she
grabbed the upper support straps and with a will timed jump, pulled herself
up and deposited herself into the seat.

"Help me get my ankles in the stirrups," she told me.

She was kicking her legs trying to hook them in a loop of leather. I
grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg into position. It was a pretty simple
task for me but would be very difficult for someone to do on their own. I
repeated the assignment on her other leg. When I was done I looked at the
position she was in. She looked quite comfortable suspended as she was from
the ceiling. Her legs were spread wide open and her pussy and ass were very
available at just below the level of my waist. I wondered just what she had
in mind for me.

"You need to practice your pussy eating skills," my new mistress informed
me. "We will be down here for a while. You will get to know this room
well."

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. Did she mean even when her parents
were home she intended to bring me down here? Or did that mean her dominant
mother knew of her plans and planned to us me too? At that moment I didn't
really care. I just wanted to prove myself worthy. I dropped to my knees.

How many times did Jeannie cum swinging back and forth against my face? I'm
not entirely sure but it was more than twice. For the first time I gave my
first rim job. For the first time I saw a woman squirt. That was very up
close and personal as I worked a g-spot vibrator in and out of her pussy
until she hosed down my face with her joy juice. I'd had boyfriends give me
a facial before, but this was different. Jeannie's juice was much lighter
in consistency and there was also much more of it. It sprayed out of her in
a much wider pattern. My entire faced was some of my hair was layered in
her happiness. Jeannie too was very thankful to me. She complemented me on
my skills in making her cum which warmed my heart. I was just following her
instructions and trying to think about what would make me happy.

I helped her out of the swing. I could tell her legs were a bit wobbly. She
asked if I wanted to try the swing. That was a stupid question.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I was having a grand time with Erin and Nicole. The more degrading demands
the pair of vixens put on me the more aroused I got. After they had both
fucked themselves on the chin dildo and came on my face Nicole announced it
was time for a break. Of course I wanted to cum again. I knew she could see
the disappointment on my face, but once she makes a decision there is no
going back. The first stop was a return to the kitchen for water and more
snacks. We were all naked by this time. I knew the blinds were still open,
but none of us seemed to care. Looking into the dining room Erin commented
that my sex toy collection had gone unused. Nicole responded that from now
on I was to carry the collection in a bag in the car so I would always have
them available. She told me that I should bring them into the office with
me each day at work in case she wanted to issue me any orders. She said she
would drop by one day next week to check and if I wasn't prepared I was
going to be in trouble. I asked if she meant prepared like I was
tonight. She looked at me confused. I know she knew exactly what I was
talking about but she wanted to hear me admit it out loud.

"With my pussy clean shaven, wet and read for you."

"Oh, that. Yes. That does sound like a good plan," she said.

And although I knew it would be hell, I asked if I was to continue teasing
myself 4 times per day until she decided I could have the relief from an
orgasm. Surprisingly she said no. The confusion on my face was obvious.

"I want you to tease yourself 6 times per day. Add a morning and afternoon
coffee break to your schedule."

Why didn't I just keep my big mouth shut? Of course I agreed to her new
terms. "Yes mistress. As you command."

Refreshed Nicole told me to show them to the basement. I led them down the
stairs and turned on the lights. The basement is unfinished. The walls were
still the bare concrete of the foundation but the floor had been painted
and there was some furniture, lights and a TV. My ex had insisted on buying
a pool table although it was covered and used for storage these days. The
mechanicals area where the furnace and water heater were located was
messier. Nicole toured the basement and declared it "had potential."

I questioned her about what "potential" she was talking about. She
explained every one of her slaves had a fully equipped dungeon. I remember
Erin saying a playroom. I guess those were synonyms. She said the layout of
my basement was perfect. With the addition of a couple of walls the
mechanical area could be closed off. Nicole swung her arms showing where
she would put up a wall. You can divide the basement in half. On one side
will be the pool table and TV and then behind a locked door, your new toy
collection.

"My new toy collection?" I asked.

"I'll give you a list of what we'll need. You'll need restraints and a
couple of whips. Various sizes of dildo, vibrators and plugs. Some cuffs,
clamps and a few collars. An assortment of blindfolds and gags.  And a
pulley system to suspend you from."

I was taken aback. This sounded like a major construction project.

"Don't worry about the costs. I have friends who remodel houses. They work
cheap. In fact you can get a wall framed for just oral sex. You can earn an
entire basement build out."

Nicole was now prostituting me for lumber. I didn't like the sound of
that. I wondered what I'd have to do to earn all the toys. While Nicole had
been discussing her plans with me I noticed Erin was once again rubbing her
pussy.

"I never did get to spank that cute tush of yours," she announced.

"Bend over the pool table," Nicole ordered. "Good, now spread your legs a
bit more."

Erin lay into me with the palm of her right hand. The sound echoed off the
bare concrete walls. My screams soon followed. Nicole taunted me.

"You can't even be quiet for one spank? We're definitely going to have to
get you on a program. What if I was at your office and needed to punish
you?"

Erin was alternating between my left and right cheeks. I was a little
quieter as I adjusted to her hand action, but not much. Nicole continued to
berate me.

"Seriously, am I going to have to keep a gag at your office? You're hurting
my ears. I wish my panties were not upstairs."

Erin stopped spanking me long enough to push three fingers into my pussy
filling me quite nicely. She then pulled her hand back and began to push
her middle finger into my anus. It was now her turn to deride me.

"I hear you like getting fucked up the ass. Is that true little girl?"

My cries and screams had been replaced with moans the moment she penetrated
me.

"Oh yes," I hissed.

"We'll next time you are at my hotel I will have to take my turn with
you. It wasn't fair that Liz got to fuck you and I had to wait. You did
look cute walking down the hallway though."

Erin continued to finger my ass but now she began to rub my clit with her
other hand. Needless to say I was very happy about the change in her
demeanor.

"That girl you have with you at breakfast. Who was she? She's cute. I
wouldn't mind drilling her butt too."

I took me a moment to realize she was talking about my daughter.

"Um, that was Rose, but she's not like that. She likes boys," I said trying
to shield my daughter from Erin, Liz and Nicole's perverted lifestyle. The
lifestyle I was so happily embracing.

"All women secretly want to be taken Sandra. That's why you were such easy
pickings," Nicole chimed in.

"Invite her around next Friday night," Erin offered. "Liz will get her
drunk and then we'll have our way with her."

I stammered something about knowing she would not being interested. My
problem was I was building back up to another climax. I knew both women
could tell. I also knew Nicole understood that by denying me that climax
she could get me to agree to anything. She wouldn't make me sacrifice my
daughter to them would she? Fortunately Nicole stepped in with an alternate
agenda.

"I've got plans for Sandra next Friday already. Maybe another time," she
said.

I breathed a sigh of relief. But Erin wasn't easily dissuaded. She started
rubbing my clit harder and finger fucking my ass more insistently.

"Well if not Friday then another night. Sandra here will do anything to
cum. Isn't that right slave?"

I moaned again but didn't answer the question. Erin responded by pulling
the finger out of my ass and smacking the left cheek very hard. She didn't
stop rubbing my clit though. I felt the first pang of pain as pleasure as
both nerve impulses began to mix. A stinging blow to my right cheek soon
followed.

"Look slut. If you want me to spank you until you cum, all you have to do
is agree to setup a meeting. If not this Friday then maybe Saturday. Are
you doing anything with this tramp on Saturday?" she asked directing the
question to Nicole.

"No, no real plans that I can think of. She'll need to recover from Friday
night, but she can do that during the day."

The spanks continued to rain down on my poor buttocks. Then the pleasurable
finger on my clit stopped. I responded on instinct snaking my own hand
between my legs. That brought a quick rebuke from Mistress Nicole.

"Get your hand away from my pussy. You agreed it belongs to me now. Just
give us her name and phone number and we'll do the rest. Just two easy
things and you'll be cumming in no time."

Another sharp blow to my butt had me crying out. Without the finger action
on my clit the pain wasn't nearly so pleasurable. "Sally I cried out. Her
name is Sally. Her number is in my phone."

Six rapid fire spanks followed alternating between my two cheeks. I was in
agony.

"Why are you lying to us slave?" Nicole asked with disappointment in her
voice. "You already said her name was Rose."

I was busted.  I'd tried to protect my daughter and probably cost myself
another whopper of a climax not to mention earning another punishment.

Nicole took one of my arms and Liz took the other. I expected them to push
me to the floor or somehow bind me but instead they turned me around and
lifted me up onto the pool table. The cool vinyl cover felt good against my
hot ass. As if on cue, both women took one of my hard nipples into their
mouths and started sucking. My mews of pleasure were a welcome relief to
the spanking I had just endured.

"I'm sure Rose's number is in your cell phone. I doubt you know more than
one girl named Rose. Even if you do we'll just seduce them both." Erin said
triumphantly.

I was undone. Erin and Nicole resumed sucking on my nipples. I felt two
fingers penetrate my pussy. I felt another two fingers rubbing my
clit. There was no way I could last like this for long.

My legs were spread obscenely wide as they worked me over. I knew Nicole
was going to force me to cum without permission again. It was a game she
apparently loved to play. She now had Rose's name and would soon have her
number. I had earned more punishment and had been warned that Nicole
intended to show up at my office to deliver it. What had I become. I came
hard on her hand. I think both of them were a bit surprised at the vivacity
of my climax. I collapsed back onto the junk stored on the pool table. I
needed to sleep for a while.

***Rose's POV ***

It wasn't quite as easy to hop into the swing as Jeannie made it look. I
guess she had practiced before. It took me three tries before my ass
settled into position. Jeannie made short work of affixing my ankles in the
stirrups. She then retrieved two buckles from the shelf which effectively
secured my legs in place. My legs were now spread as obscenely as hers had
been. The only difference was I wasn't going to close them on my
own. Jeannie was now in charge. My pussy creamed a little when I made that
realization. Jeannie went back to the shelf and grabbed two more
buckles. She had not secured her wrists into the back of the swing when she
used it so it was a surprise to me when I discovered my arms could be
spread much like my legs were.  Jeannie then adjusted one of the straps and
a pulley moved dropping me into a horizontal position. It wasn't too
bad. It was almost like lying in a hammock. The only problem was my head
wasn't supported. I could tell my neck would be sore very
quickly. Fortunately Jeannie had an answer to that issue too. She brought
over a padded strap which went around my head. The straps clicked in above
me to the harness. It supported my head and neck quite comfortably. Too
comfortably I realized as it meant I could be held in this position for a
long time. Still if Jeannie was here was that such a bad thing?

The next thing she did was blindfold me. She explained my other senses
would be heightened and she also didn't want me to see what was
happening. I wasn't in a position, either physically or emotionally, to
protest. I could hear her moving around my body. I was tense. She warned me
not to move. I quickly realized that was good advice.

I heard the snip of the scissors even before she clipped the first strands
of my pussy hair. I tried to remain motionless. I also tried to picture the
look on her face as she began to trim my most private of areas. I was
surprised that she was clipping the hair so close to the skin. I always
kept myself well groomed and didn't think I needed a trim. When I felt the
shaving cream I realized the folly of my assumption. I'd only shaved myself
bare one time at the request of a boyfriend. But it was too much work to
keep it smooth so I started to let it grow back almost immediately. We
broke up soon after because he said the stubble was painful to him. I was
glad to let him go. If that was the most important thing to him I didn't
need him around. I remember telling Jeannie about him and why we broke up.
I began to wonder if she was just as shallow as he was or if she had some
motivation I didn't know about. It hardly mattered. Soon I was smooth and
bare. As she rubbed a towel over my mons I couldn't help but try to push
against her hands. I was involuntarily showing how much I wanted her made
her happy. I could sense Jeannie moving away. I was gently swaying back and
forth in the swing. My newly bare pussy made me feel doubly naked.

"No doubt you are wondering why I shaved you," Jeannie said from behind
me. "I remember you telling me it was a pain to keep yourself smooth. Well
that will be a little test for you to prove your loyalty to me. You'll
never know when I'll show up at your apartment, office, that bar you hang
out at or will summon you to where I'm at. I expect your pussy to be as
clean shaven as it is right now at all times and I will be checking on
you. If you are as committed to me as you claim, I expect to always find
you have been taking care of your pussy. Or should I say my pussy. From now
on nothing happens to it without my consent. Nothing goes in and nothing
comes out. When we are together you need permission to so much as pee. Do
you understand?"

"Yes mistress," I replied.

I could tell Jeannie walked away from the swing. I heard a click and then
the sound of a motor. This time the entire swing lowered. It must have been
supported on a hoist. I think I was lowered about 6-8 inches. Jeannie then
released the neck strap. I held my head still for a moment, but then had to
let it tilt down. It was very stressful to have it bent backward like that.
I then felt hands on my shoulders pulling me backwards slightly and then
felt Jeannie's wet pussy slide across my forehead and nose before settling
once again over my mouth.

"You will learn to love my flavor, slave," Jeannie spoke, only this time
her tone sounded more like a command. "Your pleasure is secondary to
mine. If you keep me happy, I will make sure you are pleasured. If not, you
will be punished. I know your neck is very strained by this position. The
sooner you finish me the sooner you will be receive relief."

Jeannie continued to force her pussy into my mouth. I did the best I could
to lick and nibble her but she seemed intent on just smothering me. I could
tell her pleasure was being derived by the position she held over me not by
my oral talents. This concept was further illustrated when she reached down
at took both my nipples in a vise-like grip while she pushed down even
harder on my mouth. I was struggling to breathe. What air I was getting was
tainted by the smell of her ass. My nose was between her cheeks and while
not as forcefully pinned against her as my mouth, my nose wasn't going
anywhere either. Even though I had licked her asshole earlier, this seemed
fouler to me. I began to gag and cough. I heard Jeannie laugh, but then she
did back off giving me fresh air.

"You're going to have to learn to do better than that Rose. I'm a
softy. Some women would have kept you in that position until you vomited."

I couldn't think of anything to say. Finally I thanked her although I'm not
sure for what.

"I'll make a deal with you," Jeannie said. The blood was still rushing to
my head from being slightly inverted. Jeannie noticed my distress and
cradled my neck so my head was higher giving me temporary relief.

"I have two things for you on the shelf. The first is a rabbit vibrator
with new batteries. The second is a leather riding crop. Here's my
deal. I'm going to lower you again. This time I will not force myself on
you. Instead I will hover over you. You will show your gratification with
your tongue. You will have to work your neck muscles to reach me. You have
5 minutes. If you succeed, your head gets the support strap and your pussy
gets the vibrator. If you do not, you get the crop. I think you should have
some incentive to do a good job, don't you?"

"Can I choose neither?" I asked.

"Slaves don't get choices. You don't have to agree with it. You already
agreed when you called me mistress for the first time," was her reply.

This time Jeannie just straddled my head. She didn't force my mouth into
her pussy. She just squatted slightly giving me access to her pussy and
clit as I saw fit. I did my best. I really did. But I couldn't tell if I
was going a good job. Jeannie was expert at hiding her feelings. Either
that or I was not stimulating her in the least. She was calling out a
countdown of the minutes. I was beginning to get frantic. I'd pull my head
back, look at her and then take a big breath and continue trying to please
her. She set down the vibrator on my stomach using me as a table but she
kept hitting the shaft of the riding crop against her palm. This was very
distracting. With two minutes to go I was resigned to the fact that she was
going to use the crop on my pussy. Apparently my clit didn't understand
what was about to happen to it as it has swelled in anticipation of any
kind of contact from Jeannie. With one minute to go my mistress began
rubbing the tip of the crop against my inner thighs and across my labia.

"Just think how nice it is going to feel when I snap this across your
clit," she cooed.

I knew this is what I signed up for, but I wasn't going to go gently. If
she was going to abuse my clit, the least I could do was return the
favor. I arched my neck and finding her happiness nub I sucked it into my
mouth with all my might. Apparently I had been doing better than I though
and Jeannie was better at hiding her feelings than I gave her credit for
because as soon as I did that, she moaned and began to lose her balance
slightly. Apparently I'd found what really turns her on.

I sucked with all my might and darted my tongue back and forth along her
clit while taking fewer breaks to breathe. I was waiting for her sweet
nectar to once again fill my mouth. My own arousal was building to a fever
pitch, but I knew my satisfaction would only come after hers. In my head I
counted down the seconds. I could tell she was close. I'm pretty confident
the five minute limit passed, but she did not start using the crop so I did
not stop my new found technique of pleasing her. Was it mercy on her part
or just the desire to cum on my face? I don't know the answer to that
question. I can answer what happened to the rabbit as it gave me untold
pleasure.

Jeannie had stepped away from my head and set down the crop. She then
turned the rabbit on and slid it into my grateful pussy. I was so wet I was
afraid it would fall out as she walked back to the shelf.  It didn't take
me long to cum. In fact I had an orgasm before she returned wearing a
strap-on. I'd been wondering what it would be liked to be fucked by another
woman since I'd first seen my mother taken that way. Now I was going to
find out. Or was I? Jeannie walked back around to my head.

"I found a video my mom and dad made. The one time my mom lets dad have a
little control is when she is in this swing. She'll never admit it but I
know she loves giving head. If dad has been good to her, she'll get in the
swing and blow him. I'm sure he would love to have you the same way.

With my pussy occupied and very happy, I didn't grasp what she had just
said. As she pushed the strap-on into my mouth I realized she had just told
me she was going to make me blow her father. I was repulsed. Inch by inch
Jeannie's cock filled my mouth. Her dad would never be as large as the
strap-on I remember thinking as she filled my oral cavity.

"Have you ever deep throated a cock before?" Jeannie asked.

I couldn't speak. I was effectively gagged by her strap-on.

"No matter. You'll learn," she notified me. "Dad's not this big but he's
close. Mom will probably fuck you while you're doing him. You're going to
have so much fun.

My lust went into overdrive as I thought of Jeannie's mom pummeling my
pussy while I sucked on her dad's cock. If Jeannie's plan was to give me
another mind numbing climax she succeeded. I was totally out of it as she
helped me down from the swing. She had me lick the vibrator clean and then
laid me down on the mat covered floor. I was curled into a ball
shivering. She removed the blindfold and then told me she would be right
back.

I stared up at the swing, the shelf and the light bulb. Tonight went sort
of as I had planned, but not entirely. I'd successfully seduced Jeannie or
did she really seduce me? I didn't know for sure but I had my first
submissive sexual experience and I adored it. I knew it would not be my
last. Jeannie returned from the other part of the basement with a sleeping
bag, a pillow and more wrist cuffs. She told me it was late and I should
get some sleep. I nodded my agreement.

"I can't trust you not to play with yourself. Remember that pussy belongs
to me," she said as she cuffed my hands behind my back. That was going to
make it tough to sleep. Jeannie helped me back up and then helped me into
the sleeping bag. She zipped it up all the way to my neck and then helped
me back to the floor. Cocooned in the sleeping bag the mats were not nearly
as cold. The pillow was comfortable enough and I looked straight up and saw
Jeannie flip off the light switch.

"I'll see you in the morning, slave. You'll be making breakfast. Have a
good night's sleep."

With that the door was shut and the room was pitched black. I was left
alone to think about what had happened and contemplate where my life was
going. The cuffs were not very comfortable, but I had to admit to myself
that without them I would have masturbated. Eventually I did fall
asleep. Once I did, I slept through the night until Jeannie opened the door
again.  She was wearing a nightgown. She looked beautiful as always.

"Wake up sleepyhead.  It's 11am. You've got 15 minutes to use the bathroom
and make yourself presentable. Then you are going to make
breakfast. Afterwards we're going shopping for some things you will need."

Jeannie unzipped the sleeping back and unhooked the cuffs. I stretched my
arms and tried to embrace her. My lips were puckered leaving no doubt as to
my intentions. But she pulled away.

"Never be so presumptuous, pet. If you please me you get pleasure. If not
you get pain. That is the deal."

I gave her a flirty look and we walked upstairs. She went toward the
kitchen. I went toward the bathroom. My first full day as a slave was about
to begin.