Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2011 14:25:35 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandra's Fantasy Chapter 7

Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 07
By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance
Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones

*** Rose's POV ***

The rest of the weekend was a whirlwind.  Jeannie had me make us
breakfast. I then had to kneel on the floor beside her while she ate. When
she was done, she fed me her leftover scraps. I received chunks of crust
from her toast and was allowed to drink coffee from a bowl on the
floor. The plate of eggs and toast I had prepared for myself went untouched
on the table. I was famished, but I had to wait my turn. I could do nothing
without her approval. I spent all day Saturday and Sunday until just before
her parents were due home alternately pleasuring her (I'm getting much
better she says) and acting as her domestic servant cleaning the house,
doing the dishes, washing her clothes and the like. She kept stringing me
along with promises of the opportunity to act out my slut fantasies like we
had Friday night, but it never happened. To be sure, she did fuck me with
the strap-on both Saturday and Sunday. She also ordered me to masturbate a
couple of times while she watched. I had orgasms in several places around
the house including her parent's bed and on the kitchen table. But it
wasn't quite the same as Friday night.  There was something special about
last Friday. I don't know if it was the thrill of possibly being caught
spying on my mom or the newness of first hooking up with Jeannie, but I
never reached the peak Saturday or Sunday that I had on Friday. Jeannie now
seemed inexperienced to me. She appeared to have been well prepared for
Friday night, but after that wasn't sure what to do with me. We had fun on
the weekend, but I was thinking I needed something more. Maybe I needed
somebody with more experience like Nicole or the other woman I'd seen with
my mom. As I was leaving, Jeannie told me to keep Wednesday night open. She
said she knew of a club I would love and that we were going to go out
dancing. I was about to tell her no when she planted an adoring and
passionate kiss on my lips. I could feel my knees buckle the way they had
Friday night. Maybe I should give her another try. I told her I'd see her
Wednesday.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Just like last weekend I needed all day Saturday to recover from the night
Nicole and Erin had given me. At least this time my daughter didn't show up
early in the morning and I could sleep in. Before she left Nicole told me
she had another fun filled Friday planned for me next week. Apparently this
was going to become a habit. I wondered if she had other women scheduled on
the other nights of the week. She also reiterated her instructions that I
should masturbate six times a day but was not to cum. I was also to keep my
pussy bare and to bring a bag of toys to the office, just in case. I think
the last instruction was the most difficult. By the time my afternoon
"coffee break" was over Monday afternoon and my juices were running down my
leg again, all I could think about was the bag of toys under my desk and
the wealth of pleasures they promised. I had two more sessions with my
finger scheduled for Monday night. I was never going to make it.

Fortunately for me Nicole was apparently feeling horny herself and allowed
me some relief. Just before bedtime Monday night she phoned me. Our
conversation was all business and by all business I mean there was no idle
chit chat. We started with me describing how I had masturbated at the
office and ended with her ordering me to be naked and bent over the couch
with three fingers in my pussy.  Nicole apparently was masturbating too
because I could hear her moaning. I begged for permission to cum, but she
would not relent. I could tell she was getting close to cumming as I
described everything I was feeling, how juicy I was and how much I was in
love with her. Yes, I told her I loved her. I kind of slipped out the way
you call out someone's name in the heat of passion. She didn't tell me she
loved me, but her own animalistic sounds did ramp up after I made the
confession. Once again I pledged my loyalty to her as her sex slave. That
seemed to do the trick and soon I was treated to the heavenly sound of my
mistress achieving orgasm. She didn't even make me beg after that. She just
told me to cum and hung up the phone. I was disappointed she didn't want to
listen to me climax. I knew I was born to give her pleasure and that is
what I had done, but at least she could have stuck around for a few
minutes. Of course all those thoughts and a dissection of her motivations
happened after I came when I was lying in bed alone. In the moment, my
brain was focused on the three little words she said, "You may cum."

The moment she said them the dam burst and I climaxed. How naughty I must
have looked bent over the arm of the couch like a wanton whore drilling
myself with my fingers. My cries of passion reverberated around the house
as three days worth of teasing were released. My orgasm washed over me in
wave after wave. When I finally calmed down I was covered in sweat and
pussy juice. I felt grimy physically and filthy emotionally. But my lust
was temporarily satisfied. At least until morning when I started the
teasing process over looking forward to the next time my mistress said
those three magic words.

*** Rose's POV ***

Jeannie didn't call me either Monday or Tuesday. I started to wonder what
was happening between us. I got an email from her early Wednesday morning
that she would pick me up at 9pm to go to the club. That seemed a little
late, but I was certainly game. She told me to wear the same skirt I had
worn last Friday but to wear a white blouse tonight instead of the blue one
I'd worn then. That seemed like a strange detail. She didn't mention
underwear. All morning I obsessed over why she had not specified what kind
of underwear she wanted me to wear. I also was distracted wondering what
she had planned. All in all it was a day spent thinking about sex instead
of working. Fortunately my manager doesn't keep a close eye on what I do.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Tuesday I returned to my schedule of teasing myself six times per
day. Having cum on Monday night I wasn't too stressed about not cumming
Tuesday. Sure it would have been nice, but I wasn't feeling as desperate as
I had on Monday afternoon. Maybe I was learning how to control myself
better. Late Wednesday afternoon my phone rang. It was our receptionist. I
had a visitor. At first I couldn't imagine who it was and then I remembered
Nicole said she was going to stop by one day to check up on me. I was glad
I had shaved my pussy this morning. I also didn't have to worry that it
wasn't wet and ready like she commanded. It always seemed to be that way
these days. Even so, just hearing she was in the office had me feeling all
squishy.  I hurriedly walked to the reception area to greet her.

I was shocked by what I saw. Nicole was dressed every bit as a professional
business woman right down to a monogrammed leather briefcase. I'd only seen
her dressed either very casually (at my house) or as a dominatrix (at the
hotel) and it had never occurred to me that she could play this role too. I
tried to act as if she was there for a business meeting, but inside my guts
were churning thinking about what she would have me do in the office.

I didn't want to bring her back to my area where my coworkers would see
her. They might begin to ask questions. So I asked our receptionist if any
of the conference rooms were available. I told her I mistakenly had
forgotten to reserve one. She offered me two choices, the main conference
room and a small auxiliary one. I imagine she was surprised when I picked
the smaller one. It was a simple choice for me. The large conference room
has a glass wall along a busy hallway. Whatever Nicole had planned I didn't
want her doing it where I would be seen. The small conference room was
really more of a closet with a small table and four chairs. More
importantly, the room had no windows. Nicole didn't seem surprised when I
led her there. She commented that I probably was smart not to let her
coworkers in on my secret life. I blushed.

Once the door was closed, Nicole was clearly in charge. The first thing she
had me do was remove all my clothes. I stood before her naked at the day I
was born. She didn't lock the door. I commented on it but she told me not
to worry, but that didn't stop the butterflies in my stomach. If anybody
walked in I'd be fired for sure. Even though my brain was concerned, my
pussy and nipples were clearly not worried. Both displayed my
arousal. Nicole had me stand in the inspection position. Even though she
had examined me many times, standing with my hands on my head while she
moved around me never failed to get my juices flowing. Of course today my
pussy was already wet, but now when she first pushed a finger inside of me
she felt a torrent.

Nicole played with me a little but she would not let me cum. She had me
stand in inspection for about 15 minutes as she slowly toyed with my pussy
and nipples. It was clear she wasn't going to give me the satisfaction I
desired. While it was agonizing for me, she seemed to take great pleasure
in keeping me from going over the edge. Finally she said she must get
going. I hoped that meant she would get me off. Instead it meant I had to
clean her fingers and then she told me to get dressed. I was very
disappointed and I'm sure that showed on my face. Just before I thought she
was going to open the door, she paused and looked at me.

"I almost forgot. I brought you a treat," she said placing her briefcase on
the table. Now that I was dressed again why did I think she was pulling out
a vibe to fuck me in my clothes? Instead of a vibe she produced a cylinder
that looked like a test tube. I had to squint to focus on what was
inside. Immediately I wished she had fucked me in my clothes instead of
handing me the vial and telling me to drink up.

"I was at a party last night," she told me. "I was telling my friends about
my great new personal slut. They all wish I had brought you. Well the guys
told me that. Their girlfriends were pretty happy that I didn't. Anyway I
passed around that container for the guys to fill with their jizz. About 10
of the guys did. The girlfriends of the others objected so it's not
full. But it is good enough for you."

It had been a while since I'd tasted the load of a young man. I'd never
really liked it anyway. I would swallow my husband's seed on special
occasions, but it wasn't a regular thing. Now I was being ordered to drink
down the fluids of 10 men.  I think it was a tribute to how much I'd grown
with Nicole that I didn't even give it a second thought. I just popped the
cap, tipped my head back and poured it in my mouth. As bad as warm cum is,
day old cum which felt like it had been in a refrigerator is even worse.

"Don't swallow it right away. Swish it around your mouth and then gargle
with it," Nicole commanded.

I felt like I was tasting a fine wine as I swished the semen back and
forth. Instead of spitting out the wine however, eventually Nicole told me
to swallow it. I felt a little nauseous.

"Don't have anything else to drink or rinse out your mouth until you get
home."

With that one final command she left. I was alone in the conference room
with my juices running down my thigh and the sperm of 10 guys giving me cum
breath. As I walked back to my desk I tried not to talk to anybody and when
I had to, I tried to speak at an angle instead of directly to them. I had
the distinct feeling everybody could smell the cum on my breath and the
scent of my arousal from between my legs. The rest of the afternoon was the
longest in my life.

*** Rose's POV ***

When I got home I quickly got prepared to go out with Jeannie. Even though
she said she would not pick me up until 9 I wanted to be ready in case she
arrived early. I made sure I dressed exactly as she instructed. My short
easy access skirt, stockings with a garter and a white blouse were easy
enough to put on. With my heels on I looked great. I didn't put on a bra
because she said to dress like last Friday and I had not worn one then. It
probably would just get in the way anyway.  I struggled to choose
underwear. Last Friday I had not worn any, but we were going out to a club
so at the last minute I slid on a cheap thong. If I happened to lose them
during the night I wouldn't be too upset.

Since I was ready early I sat in my living room waiting for her. I tried to
still my pounding heart. It wasn't easy. Tonight was going to be my second
adventure with Jeannie. I hoped she had put as much effort into planning
tonight as she did into last Friday. Part of me was worried it would turn
out more like Saturday and Sunday had. I watched as the minutes clicked off
the digital clock on my DVD player's front panel. Time seemed to stand
still. Finally at 8:55 the door buzzer alerted me to her arrival. I hit the
talk button.

"Hello. Is that you Jeannie?" I asked.

"Hi sweetie it's me," was the reply.

"I'll be right down," I told her.

"Buzz me in I have something for you," she said, this time in a more
commanding voice. I liked the sound of her voice. It sounded much more
forceful than it had last weekend. I hit the door lock button. I also stood
at my front door trembling with anticipation.

Jeannie arrived dressed for a night of clubbing. She gave me another
passionate kiss like the last one we shared at her house on Sunday. Quickly
any thoughts I had of tonight being a disappointment were washed away. We
were still standing my doorway making out as she began to run her hands up
my legs and under my skirt. Anybody in my apartment building's hallway
could have seen her squeeze my ass and would know she was rubbing the front
of my thong. I gasped as she pushed the thin material to the side and
easily slid a finger inside of me. What would my neighbor's have thought if
they had seen her then push that finger into my mouth so I could taste my
own flavor? I pulled at her to get her inside and tried to steer her toward
the bedroom.  She gave me a disapproving look.

"Are you trying to dictate what we do tonight?" she asked?

 Suddenly I realized the errors of my ways. I paused and carefully
considered my reply.

"No mistress. I'm sorry.  Would like a drink before we go to, um, loosen
up."  s "So you're nervous about tonight," she replied. "That is
understandable. OK let's have a drink. The club isn't going anywhere."

Jeannie walked into my apartment and we went to the kitchen to grab a
bottle of wine. While I was standing at the counter preparing to open it,
Jeannie came up behind me and pressed me against the cabinet. Her hands
reached around me grabbing my breasts in a firm grip. She began to squeeze
them and then she began to pinch my hardening nipples through the thin
material of the blouse.

"No bra, I feel. You must have assumed I would want to play with these,"
she said as she gave my hard buds a firm tweak. My squeal appeared to
please her.

"Yes, my pet is in a saucy mood and wants to play, doesn't she?" mistress
asked while running her hand under my skirt and between my legs for the
second time. I didn't respond, I just moaned and leaned forward against the
counter pushing my ass backward toward her.

Jeannie continued to pinch my nipple and rub my thong covered pussy. I
continued to whimper. Suddenly she stopped. "Do you have that wine open
yet?" she asked.

I fumbled back to reality. How could she just stop like that? I quickly
opened the wine and poured two glasses. I moved to hand her one but she
refused. "How soon you forgot," she said. "You may serve me in your living
room."

Jeannie walked out of the kitchen. I was left to follow holding both
glasses of wine. Jeannie chose to sit in my recliner instead of on the
couch. I was hoping she would pick the couch so I could snuggle next to her
and we could kiss some more. I handed her the glass of wine and then walked
back over to the couch. Jeannie didn't say a word but her eyes spoke
volumes. She was clearly upset with me. She kept looking at me and then
looking at the floor next to the chair. Eventually I got the message a
stood up. I began to walk toward her. I was about to sit down on the floor
next to her when she asked where the TV remote was located. I pointed
toward the TV stand.

"Hand me your glass and then fetch the remote. If we're going to waste time
here at least I can be entertained."

That last comment pissed me off. How could she think the TV was more
entertaining than I was? Of course I handed her the glass and walked over
to the TV. After picking up the remote I turned to walk back but I saw her
hand was in the air giving me the halt gesture. I was confused.

"Crawl to me," she commanded.

I dropped to my knees and crawled back to her. After I delivered the remote
she positioned me sitting up on my knees so she could pat my head like a
dog. She was treating me like the family pet. I loved it. Next she handed
me my glass of wine and told me to drink up. I took my first sip as she
turned on the TV.

Jeannie continued to pat and scratch my head like she was petting me. She
didn't talk much. When I finished my first glass of wine she told me to
bring the bottle. Of course I had to crawl back to the kitchen. I hoped she
was watching my ass sway back and forth although I dared not turn my head
to check.

I couldn't crawl well holding the open bottle, but I did manage to knee
walk back to the living room. Jeannie seemed pleased and poured me another
glass of wine. We continued to watch TV and not talk while Jeannie petted
me. She was nursing her glass of wine, but I was happy to drink mine
quickly. In the end she had just the one glass and I had three. It was now
time to go. My head was spinning a bit as she lead me out of the apartment
and to her car.

Jeannie told me to the door for her. It felt like we were on a date, which
in a perverted sense I guess we were. After she sat down I walked back to
the passenger door. As I was pivoting to slide into the passenger seat
Jeannie grabbed the back of my skirt and held it up.  "Always sit
bare-assed when you are with me. Never have your clothing between your skin
and the seat."

 I took the back of my skirt in my hand and carefully sat down. The leather
seat was cool to the skin but I knew it would warm quickly. I also knew it
would be wet by the time we got wherever we were going.  I hoped that was
part of her plan. Actually I just hoped she had a plan like she did last
Friday.

We drove through the night until we reached a bar I had not heard of
before. It was definitely not on our usual dance club circuit. It was an
out of the way place in an industrial section of town. There were many
motorcycles parked outside. I never would have walking into a place like
this alone. I was glad Jeannie was with me and didn't just tell me to meet
her here. The parking lot also had a number of high end cars. They seemed
out of place to me. I began to slide off the leather seat holding my skirt
so I wouldn't fall until I was clear of the door. I felt deliciously
naughty looking down at my fluids pooled on the bucket seat. I was thankful
Jeannie didn't order me to lick them up like I'd read in so many
stories. Instead we began to walk toward the door arm in arm.

Just then the roar of a Harley turned the corner. I paused scared of who
was pulling up. The biker backed the snarling machine to the curb and cut
the engine. Jeannie tugged at my arm indicating we should continue. I kept
my focus on the rider and was surprised to when the helmet was removed the
rider was a woman! I realize that is a sexist remark, but I was
surprised. I turned my head to look at her again as we rounded the
doorway. Jeannie didn't break stride.

"You had better be looking at me instead of her," she instructed me. "Now
open and hold the door."

Again I realized I'd made a mistake and quickly moved to open the door for
Jeannie. As she was walking through it she spoke to me again.

"Since you are so interested in that woman, you may stand here and hold the
door for her. Then meet me at the bar. You know how I want you to sit."

I felt like a fool standing at the door of the bar waiting for the woman
who had just rode up. She took several moments to stow her helmet on her
bike, but eventually she walked toward the entrance. She looked amused that
I held the door for her. She didn't strike me as the kind of woman who
would let a man hold a door for her, but I guess it was different because I
was an innocent young girl. She dismissed with a simple "thanks" and walked
into the bar. I followed her. Her butt looked great in her leather pants. I
wondered if Jeannie knew her.

The woman stopped at the near end of the bar and ordered a beer. I found
Jeannie sitting at the far end of the bar. The stools were all full except
for one next to her. As I walked over I tried to think of how she wanted me
to sit. She said it like she had told me before, but I was struggling to
remember. Fortunately just before I sat down I flashed back to her telling
me that I was never to sit on my skirt. Jeannie was smiling as she patted
the vinyl covered bar stool. I looked around to see if anybody was watching
me. Convinced nobody really cared that I was there, I turned my back to
Jeannie and lifted my skirt. It was a humbling experience as I scooted my
ass up onto the stool. I was thankful the club was dark because I knew
anybody who cared to look would be able to tell how I was sitting. Jeannie
then leaned over and told me a lady would be sitting with her legs crossed.

She was right, of course, but crossing my legs also meant exposing a great
deal of thigh. This was obviously her plan. I wasn't happy about it, but I
did it. Without having the benefit of sitting on the back of my skirt, the
slit now opened far wider than I had anticipated. From the right angle (or
the wrong angle from my perspective) someone at the bar would be able to
tell I was wearing a flimsy thong instead of panties as the top of my hip
was now exposed. I hoped she wouldn't keep me displayed like this for
long. I looked at Jeannie.

"Can I have another glass of wine?" I asked her.

"You may, but don't get too wasted. I don't want you out of control," she
told me.

I spun around on the barstool to get the attention of the bartender. I kept
my legs crossed. This meant my exposed leg was now on display to anyone
walking past instead of just the woman sitting next to me. The bartender
walked over. She was an older woman. It found out later she was also the
owner of the bar. She was an older woman but was still very attractive. In
many ways she reminded me of my mom. She examined me intently apparently
trying to size me up.

"What will you have sweetie?" she asked.

"White wine," I answered.

"Of course. Where did you find this one, Jeannie?"

"We were neighbors growing up," Jeannie replied. "She just now is learning
who she is."

The bartender seemed happy with that response and soon a large glass of
white wine was presented to me. Jeannie asked the woman to start a tab and
then told me to turn back around and face outward. As I sipped my wine
Jeannie pointed out people she knew. I don't know why I didn't realize all
the patrons were women sooner, but my awareness of my situation was tainted
by my concern for the length of my skirt and how I was sitting. Suddenly I
recognized that I was in my first gay bar. That helped me relax a bit. At
least if Jeannie was going to show me off I'd only be in front of other
women.

Jeannie seems to be taking pride in the fact that my posture on the stool
was giving the other women in the bar the impression that I was available
and looking for action. Several of them approached me and tried to pick me
up just like a guy would. With Jeannie's silent prompting I turned each of
them away until an older woman approached me. She looked like she could be
the bartender's sister and also was about my mother's age. When she asked
me to dance, Jeannie tapped me on my thigh and nodded her head in the
direction of the dance floor. I took the woman's outstretched hand in mine
and hopped off the stool.

I love to dance. It is something Jeannie and I did together
frequently. Tonight was different, though, and not just because of where we
were. Jeannie was watching me dance not participating. The woman I was
dancing with had a hunger in her eyes I was not prepared to see. It was as
if she expected me to do something. Sure I'd seen that look with guys
dancing with me before when they had put in an evening trying to pick me
up, but this woman had the look from the moment I took her hand. I began to
wonder if she knew Jeannie and this wasn't some kind of random
encounter. Either that or she recognized that I required Jeannie's
permission to dance with her. If she had and thereby recognized me as a sub
on loan, she would be right to assume I would do more than dance.

 When the song ended I turned to head back to the bar. A slow song began
and I once again felt the woman take my hand. I was pulled back onto the
floor and spun around so I faced her. She was much taller than me and as
she pulled me close my head nestled against the tops of her breasts.  Her
arms were wrapped around me very possessively. It felt wonderful and I
melted against her.

We were swaying gently in time with the music. I had completely forgotten
about Jeannie. My world had become this stranger and her pillow-like
breasts I was resting my head against. Slowly she guided me across the
dance floor until before I realized it we were in a dark corner of the
club. Her embrace changed to a cradling of my head and an adoring kiss. I
didn't stop to think. I just reacted returning her passion. Soon one of her
hands left my head and began an exploration of my body. She stopped briefly
at my breasts for a quick squeeze and check of my nipples for
excitement. Apparently satisfied that I was reacting positively, her hand
continued down and around to squeeze my butt and to pull me closer against
her. I let her hand roam. I was lost in the fog of the moment. She now
stepped back slightly giving her hand room to go up under my skirt. Here
she could not mistake my body's overwhelming reaction to her touch.

She was still kissing me passionately when I felt her finger push aside my
thong and slide inside of me. I passively allowed her to finger fuck me on
the edge of the dance floor. Her middle finger curled inside of me tapping
the soft spongy tissue of my g-spot while her thumb danced on my clit. I
never stopped returning her kisses. I was putty in her hands. She was
obviously experienced in bring a girl to orgasm. I never stood a chance.

I know she knew exactly what she was doing as I began to shake against
her. Jeannie's command to only cum with permission was the furthest thing
from my mind as my orgasm ripped through me. There was no way I could have
prevented it anyway. I shuddered on the woman's hand and flooded my thong
and thighs. When I finally opened my eyes and could focus on her again, she
had a look of pride in having reduced me to a quivering mess. I could feel
the heat on my face as I blushed at my sordid behavior. All of a sudden I
remembered we were on the edge of the dance floor. Looking around the
woman's shoulder I could see that our encounter had not gone unnoticed by
some of the other patrons. I was overwhelmed with humiliation and I broke
away from the woman and sprinted back to Jeannie. In retrospect that wasn't
very nice of me after the woman had made me cum, but as seemed to be
happening more and more frequently, I wasn't thinking straight. Fortunately
there was a fresh glass of wine waiting for me on the bar. I needed it.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Wednesday night was boring. There was no other way to describe it. After
Nicole's visit to the office I had incorrectly assumed she would show up at
my house, call me to come and meet her somewhere or at least send me some
cyber instructions. But she did none of those. I tried to contact Mistress
D but she wasn't online either. I was incredibly frustrated. I almost came
during my dinner masturbation session. By the time I went to bed, I had
convinced myself it was Nicole's fault I could not control myself and I
allowed myself to cum. Truth be told, I didn't take much
convincing. Drinking cum in the office today was so wicked and I felt so
dirty spending the afternoon with cum breath that it was a foregone
conclusion I'd have to cum soon. Now the only question was whether I could
keep my indiscretion a secret.

*** Rose's POV ***

As I approached Jeannie at the bar she was not smiling. I guessed she
didn't mind that another woman had just fingered me to orgasm on the dance
floor but she was upset with how I treated her after I came. She patted the
stool. I hitched up my skirt and sat back down. I then grabbed the glass of
wine and drained it. Setting the glass back on the bar the bartender was
Johnny-on-the-spot and quickly refilled it. I looked straight in Jeannie's
eyes.

"How could you do that?" I asked her.

"Do what?" she replied innocently.

"Let her to that to me?"

"I didn't let her do anything to you. You chose to let her do that. From
what I could see you like it too."

"I thought that is what you wanted?" I told her in a whiny voice.

I watched as instead of responding Jeannie slid her hand under my
skirt. She pushed my thighs apart giving her full access to my wetness.

"Well I can tell it was definitely what you wanted," she said
emphatically. "This thong is doing no good. Slip it off."

I stood up and started to walk toward the bathroom. Jeannie grabbed my arm
as I passed her.

"Do it here and leave it on the bar," she commanded me.

I looked at her in horror. Not only had strangers watched when I was
brought off on the dance floor but now they would see the results of my
actions. They would also see me taking orders from Jeannie. My
embarrassment factor skyrocketed.

"Don't make me wait slave," Jeannie announced louder than
necessary. "You've already earned punishment for cumming on that woman's
hand. You don't want to earn a second do you?"

"No mistress," I meekly replied as I reached under my skirt and slid the
soiled thong down my thighs and then off my legs.

I handed the thong to Jeannie. I didn't dare look around the bar but I was
sure we had an audience. My horror continued as I watched Jeannie take my
thong and rub the crotch around my wine glass. The glass became streaked
with my juices as she ran the soiled underwear around the base and then
all-around the rim. She then dropped the thong around the stem. She then
patted the stool again. I gave her a look of disgust and then I sat down
properly. She told me to pick up the glass. I did. She spun me around and
told me to toast my fans. There were several women who had obviously
watched me remove my thong and knew what was going on. I raised my glass
for their approval. A couple of them clapped. My blush deepened. I took a
sip of wine. It didn't taste as good now that it was mixed with my thong
juice. But that didn't stop me from draining another glass. I could already
tell I could only survive the night if I was wasted.

After killing two glasses of wine within minutes and having a very nice
orgasm I was starting to feel the effects. I'd forgotten about the wine I
drank at home or the first glass I had at the bar. I should have felt drunk
but my body was surging with adrenaline. I spun back around and put the
glass back down inside the strap of my thong. I then motioned to the
bartender for another pour. Jeannie kind of laughed and told me I was
finally relaxing and getting into the spirit. I reached over to her and
pulled her head to me and kissed her hard. I'm sure my audience liked that
too.

The rest of the night became a blur. I remember other women asking me to
dance. Sometimes Jeannie would approve. Sometimes she would not. I was felt
up and fingered every time I was on the dance floor, although not to the
point of orgasm. At least not until Jeannie pulled me onto the floor during
a slow song. She didn't worry about leading me to the dark corner like the
first woman. She made me cum in the middle of the floor surrounded by other
dancers. I had to wrap my arms around her neck to prevent myself from
collapsing on the floor. After she was done I needed to sit down. Back on
the stool she flipped the front of my skirt up completely exposing me. She
also continued to stroke my inflamed clit.  I continued to drink wine so I
couldn't be held responsible for my actions. I was at total peace with the
situation. I felt nothing but bliss.

I was wondering who Jeannie would choose to share me with next. I was
actually looking forward to the next time she sent me to dance and then it
happened. The door to the club opened and another older woman entered. That
was not a problem in itself. But right behind her was the woman I'd seen
with my mom last Friday. Thankfully she didn't know me but in my alcohol
and orgasm fueled haze I couldn't distinguish if this was planned or was a
random occurrence.  I had no clue how many lesbian bars there were in our
town. I can't imagine there were many. But all of a sudden I was struck
with the thought that somebody I know or somebody who knows my family might
discover me here. I began to panic as I thought about the woman asking me
to dance. She looked about the age of the ones Jeannie approved of. Even if
she didn't know who I was, how weird would it be to hook up with the same
person my mom was seeing? My mind struggled to comprehend all the
possibilities. My solution was to drain another glass of wine.

*** Jeannie's POV ***

The night had been perfect so far. Rose was systematically having her
defenses broken down and I was loving every minute of it. I wasn't too
surprised when Erin and Liz walked in. There were not many good lesbian
bars in this town and certainly this was the wild one. I knew Rose would
recognize Erin. She would not know Liz. I was sure both women knew I was
bringing Rose here tonight. I hoped they would have a good sense not to
interfere. At least not tonight.

*** Rose's POV ***

Soon I reached the point of alcohol consumption where the blur of the
evening became a spinning room with seemingly non-stop feelings of euphoria
and laughter. The next thing I knew I woke up in my bed. I was naked. The
blinds were open, the sunlight was streaming in and I had a pounding
headache. There was a garden gnome in my skull and he was using a
jackhammer to try to get out. Why did I drink so much? Oh, that's
right. Jeannie took me to a bar where I felt compelled to drink like a fish
so I could act like a complete idiot. Well I can be an idiot without
drinking but acting like an out of control slut required alcohol.

 I crawled out of bed and into the bathroom where I threw up. At least I
made it to the toilet. I felt a little relieved. I checked the time. It was
10am. I had totally slept through my alarm. I called my boss and told him I
was sick and wouldn't be in today. That obviously was the truth. Thankfully
he didn't press me on why I was under the weather. What could I tell him?

I made a pot of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. There was a note
waiting for me. It must have been from Jeannie.

"Good morning Rose," the note began. "I'm sure you are still pretty
wasted. I tried to stop you from drinking the last several rounds, but you
kept telling me you were fine. Although I was shocked by the show you put
on, I was pleasantly surprised at your apparent love of
exhibitionism. We'll have to explore that further. I took a video with my
cell phone as a memory. I'll send it to your email. I have plans for us
tomorrow night. Drink lots of water today. It will help you recover. I'll
talk to you later."

I had no memory of putting on a show last night. Actually I didn't have
much of a memory of anything after my mom's friend came in. What did I do?
I felt like I was going to be sick again, but it passed. I took Jeannie's
advice and poured a large glass of water. I also took a couple of
aspirin. I had to check my email. I needed to know what happened.

I sat down at my PC and turned it on. The wait was agonizing. Finally I got
online. There were three emails from Jeannie each with one video. I
downloaded the attachments to a folder. I double clicked on the first one
opening Windows Media Player. The sound was tinny and mostly background
noise of the bar. The picture was grainy but I could see myself grinding on
the knee of the woman who came in with my mom's friend. I knew in my heart
that the other woman couldn't be far behind. I heard my phone ring. I
didn't look at the caller ID. I assumed it was Jeannie calling to tell me
to get out of bed. Instead I heard my mom's voice. I dropped the phone and
scrambled to stop the video or at least turn off the speakers.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I didn't usually call Rose too often during the week. We usually chatted
only on the weekend. But I knew Mistress Nicole had something special for
me planned Friday which by and large meant I would be worn out on
Saturday. I didn't want to risk having Rose show up at my house again early
in the morning so I figured I would call her in advance and tell her I was
going out of town. I wasn't expecting her to pick up the phone. I called
when I did so I would get her answering machine. I was surprised to hear
her voice. She apparently dropped the phone. I heard a loud pop as it hit
the floor. I wasn't sure what was going on. I cheerily told her I would be
gone this weekend and that I would call her next week. I tried to make the
usual chit chat that we normally have, but she seemed very distracted. I
really didn't want to get into what was going on since it was time for my
morning "coffee" break in the bathroom so I told her goodbye and hung up.

*** Rose's POV ***

I managed to get the speakers turned off on my PC before my mom heard the
sounds of me moaning as I did a nasty bump and grind on the woman's knee. I
was sort of listening to my mom talk but my focus was really on watching my
own perverted behavior. Apparently I was having a grand time rubbing myself
on the woman's knee. She seemed perfectly happy to allow a young girl to
use her leg as a masturbation post. There was a crowd around us cheering me
on. I didn't look like I was blushing. In fact I seemed to be reveling in
the attention. How much must I have drunk last night?

Even if I was no longer humiliated last night, I was humiliated now. The
fact that my mom was talking incessantly in my ear made it worse. The video
ended right after I came soaking the woman's leg after which I fell onto
the dirty floor. Why didn't I remember that? Did I block it out because it
was such a bad memory?

With the video stopped I was able to concentrate a little more on my
mom. Thankfully she didn't want to chat too long. I was glad because I was
desperate to start the next video.  After I started it I was not sure I
wanted to let it continue. I was sitting back on my bar stool. There were
two other women I didn't remember one standing on either side of me. One
had her hand inside my blouse. She was obviously manipulating my
nipples. The other had her hand under my skirt. Fortunately the video
didn't show exactly what they were doing, but like the video of me grinding
on the woman, it was clear from my facial expression that I was enjoying
myself immensely. The bartender appeared behind me a pour yet another glass
of wine.  I must have drunk two bottles total. No wonder I couldn't
remember any details and had a splitting headache. Like the last video,
this one ended with me orgasming with the help of a stranger.

I was scared to click on video three. I was also getting turned on
again. Even with a splitting headache, watching myself following the
direction of these powerful women was fascinating.  I reasoned that another
orgasm would make me feel better so I let my left hand's fingers do the
walking while I double clicked the video file with my right. I think I was
glad I didn't remember what I did. The video started with my mom's friend
holding my hand. Jeannie must have been holding her cell phone taking the
video. A chair was pulled out from one of the tables and I used it as a
step until I was standing on the table. Granted I wasn't graceful getting
up there. I was far too intoxicated for that. Apparently, however, I was
not too intoxicated to begin dancing for the assembled crowd.

Jeannie moved around capturing me from all sides and even showed how
everyone in the bar was watching me as I did a slow and playful
striptease. If that wasn't bad enough, when I was naked I began to pleasure
myself for their amusement. The crowd was totally into my performance and
cheering me on. At some point a dildo was passed forward. I guess the
bartender probably had it hidden behind the bar. I didn't care where it
came from only that I needed it right then.

Did I fuck myself in front of all those women? Yes I did. I was
shameless. I also apparently was very happy. Even over the din of the
cheering crowd my own cries of passion were clearly audible on the media
clip. I noticed several couples in the background of the video were
actively engaged in pleasing each other, but mostly everyone was watching
me. I started to sway a bit too much as I began fucking myself in
earnest. I must have been losing my balance as my arousal built toward its
eventual release. A couple of good Samaritans helped me off my feet and
onto my back. This limited everyone's view, but helped me to no end in
being able to really give it to myself.  Jeannie positioned herself above
my head in a point-of-view shot of how I would see myself as I pounded the
dildo in and out of my pussy. My eyes were closed. I was lost in the
moment. I vaguely remember having three orgasms while dancing last
night. Now I knew I had at least three more shown on the video footage. The
crowd went wild when I brought myself off. They were hooting and
hollering. I was naked on my back with the dildo deep inside of me when my
blouse was tossed unceremonially back on top of me. The crowd began to
disburse. I guess my show was over. The video ended shortly after that.

The video ended but my fingers did not. I was too aroused to quit now. I
restarted the third video and I came twice more before it ended the second
time. I was out of breath when I finished. I wondered if anything else
happened last night. If something did, I hoped I would remember instead of
having video evidence.