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Lori's Humiliation

By: evals22



I have written about the realization of our submissive nature in the story called Bead Slut. Lori learned about the sexual joys of submission and humiliation during a trip to Seattle where we met a dominant man named Frank. He pierced her left nipple telling me it was a symbol of her dedication to him as much as her wedding ring was to me. He promised to contact us again, but unfortunately his marriage reached a crisis where he had to give up his adulterous ways or his marriage.

Lori never removed the nipple ring and we would bring submissive play into our love making. I would pretend to be Frank and Lori would pretend it was Frank, yet we both knew it wasn't the real thing. Lori would have satisfying climaxes but nothing like she experienced in Seattle. We both knew at our age, I am fifty three and she is fifty one, and position in the community we could not risk looking for someone to control us as Frank did. We had one son still at home and another in college and are active in the community. As much as I loved watching my wife be used in front of me by a strong man I knew we would need to rely on fantasy from now on. That was until we found what we were looking for quite by accident.....

Lori and I went to the same high school and began dating once I was in college and she was a senior. We double dated with my best friend, John and her best friend Maggie. Years later we were all in each others weddings and stayed very close until John and Maggie divorced. We never knew the reason for their separation and sadly for Lori Maggie went off on her own, while John and I remained close. He married a few years latter a lady five or six years younger than Lori named Terry. She was a tall, thin very assertive women who made a lot of money in a start up pharmaceutical company. Enough that neither of them needed to work, yet she continued to succeed in a 'man's world'. John slowed down and dedicated much of his time to charity work and mentoring of underprivileged children since they had none of their own. Lori never got close to Terry, partly because she replaced her best friend and partly because of her aggressive attitude.

We were at a party at their home in Woodside California a few months ago and this is where my story begins. There were ten couples, all friends or friends of friends, that got together once or twice a year for Martinis and dinner. I had never thought of Terry in a sexual way because she was my best friend's wife and because I didn't find her particularly attractive. When we would go out it was always me ordering the Cosmopolitan and her the scotch on the rocks. She always enjoyed telling the waiter who the girlie drink went to. I needed to use the restroom and found the guest bathroom occupied. Since I knew their home well I felt no hesitation in using the Master Bathroom. After finishing I was about to enter their bedroom when I heard Terry's voice. Why I stopped to listen in I am not sure, but it has changed both Lori and my life since then.

"John, stop whining and get out there with your friends," she ordered.

"They're your friends also, Terry. I wish you would believe that."

"They still wish you were married to that cunt, Maggie. She was cuter, she was funnier, she was prettier." I could hear the anger, not pity in Terry's words. "Yet, tomorrow when I get back from riding who is going to greet me at the door?"

"I am, Ma'am." I had never heard John speak so submissively to his wife before.

."...and how will you greet me after I have ridden my horse all morning, and have dirtied my boots in the stables?"

"I will be naked in the hall waiting with a rag to clean your boots," he stammered.

"And after you clean them how will you polish them, John?"

"With my tongue."

"And after you use your tongue on my riding boots and after I remove them and my pants, what will you do with your tongue, John? What will you do to my ass and pussy after my ride on that magnificent beast, on my sweaty ass and pussy. My pussy that has rubbed against the saddle for hours. What will you do John?" She emphasized his name and when he answered I could hear the excitement in his voice and I noticed the hard on in my pants.

"I will lick them clean in the hall for you."

Maggie wouldn't do that for you would she John?" With that Terry walked out of the room and John soon followed. I spent a minute making myself presentable and joined the party. I knew Terry was an aggressive business woman but didn't know her and John were into a dominant/submissive relationship. I smiled thinking of how fortunate John was and wondered what they would think of Lori and the 'games' we played.

Dinner went well and I would eye Terry all night thinking of her in the hall with John. After the meal we were all sitting in the living room when Terry suggested we have a glass of port or dessert wine. She knew Lori loved sweet wines and everyone agreed. She told John to set up the video from their last trip to Tahiti while she went downstairs to the wine cellar. As she stepped down the first step she paused and looking over her shoulder she asked me to come down and give her a hand picking out a good port. They have an extensive wine cellar and Terry knows more about wines then I, but I thought nothing of her request to lend a hand.

Once inside the cool cellar I stood waiting for her to make her selection, when she turned to me and spoke. "Did you get hard listening to us in the bedroom? I saw you go in , so I know you heard it all." She smiled at me and stared into my eyes showing no embarrassment or fear.

"Yes, I did, Terry" I answered quietly.

"Mistress Terry.....say it." Her tone and volume never changed.

Yes.....Mistress Terry."

"I always suspected you were a little subbie, but John said no. Yet I never figured Lori would be the type to be in charge. Does she know you are submissive?" She stepped closer to me, keeping her eyes fixed on mine and reached out and grabbed my cock which was straining against my silk trousers. "Does she?"

"No, no," but as she stared at me I found I didn't want to lie, "Well actually we both are submissive. We play games and such but no one knows."

"Until now." Terry let go of my cock and stepped back. "Has anyone dominated either of you?"

Again I found I couldn't lie, "Last year when we went to Seattle we met a man who used Lori and me to a lesser extent." There was silence and her stare so I continued and told her about the beads and the truck stop and the men in the bar who Frank allowed to use Lori. 

Terry raised her hand stopping me and said, "No more, we have to bring the wine upstairs or we will be missed. John is golfing tomorrow. I want you to call and tell me in detail what happened in Seattle. Do not mention anything to Lori. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I remembered that was how John had addressed her earlier.

"Take your cock out." Her voice showed no more emotion then if she had said to grab a bottle of wine. I hesitated and could not think of any thing to say. She did not move or speak but her eyes slowly moved from mine to my crotch. As if hypnotized I unzipped my pants and pulled out my straining cock. I was so excited I was afraid I would come when I reached into my underpants to pull it out. I stood there as my face reddened, realizing how silly I must look standing in the wine cellar with my cock poking out of my pants.

She handed me a wine glass and simply said, "Jerk off in this."

I held the glass with my left hand and could not believe I was doing this for a women whom I've known for over ten years. As soon as my right hand began to stroke the underside of my dick I started to orgasm and I quickly positioned the glass so it would capture the results. Once the orgasm started my other brain kicked in and I felt so embarrassed and silly that I wanted to bolt from the room. Terry reached out for the glass and I handed it to her. She held it up, as if inspecting a glass of fine wine, twirling the milky substance in the glass. She stepped to the sink and emptied the contents out, leaving the residue inside the walls of the glass. She reached into the wine cooler and pulled out an opened bottle of dessert wine which she poured into the glass. She then filled the other glasses and had me bring the port and glasses for the men. As she turned off the light to the wine cellar she said to me.

"Don't forget to call at 11 sharp....and make sure Lori drinks all of her dessert wine." She smiled and went up the stairs as I followed hoping my flushed face wasn't as noticeable as it felt to me.

I was nervous the rest of that night and the following morning. I knew I had broken Lori's trust by discussing our Seattle adventure and our vow to never bring our secret submissive desires close to home. I felt terrible, yet could not explain the power Terry had over me. I have known her for over ten years, though in less than a few hours she revealed herself as someone completely different and very hypnotically powerful. I made an excuse to run some errands and sat anxiously in my car in a parking lot waiting to call Terry and answer any question she might have for me. I felt like a teenager sneaking out of his home.

We spoke and any thoughts of some lurid phone sex conversation were quickly dispelled. She was very matter-of-fact and to the point. Not only did I describe what happened with Frank in Seattle I answered questions about our family, our first date, our first time having sex and a multitude of other seemingly unrelated items. She even wanted to know when Lori had her teeth straightened and how honest we were with each other. I replied truthfully and let Terry know that Lori and I have never cheated behind each other 's back. Until Seattle all our fantasies were just that; fantasy, and acted out with each other. Terry told me she wanted to meet Lori for lunch the following day. I told her I wasn't sure Lori would go because the two of them were not close. Terry said to tell her she wanted to get closer to Lori and needed help in choosing some clothes for her niece. She told me Lori was to meet her at Max's Cafe in the Palo Alto mall at one fifteen. Terry allowed no time for argument and hung the phone up. When I got home I told Lori I had spoken with John and he asked me as a favor to convince Lori to spend a little time with Terry. I told her about the luncheon date and shopping trip.

"Listen, you know I have never liked her. For God's sake she married my best friend's ex!" Lori exclaimed.

"Do this for John and I. She really wants to know you better and understands she is aggressive and stand offish. That is why she wants you to help her shop. She hates shopping and knows you love it. Come on, Lori she is trying," I pleaded.

Lori shook her head and agreed. She giggled and said that in the worse case she would be able to do some shopping.

The rest of this story is told from Lori's stand point. I wrote it with the information I gathered from her and Terry and from what I witnessed.

Lori dressed in a pair of wool slacks and sweater with flats on. She did little with her make up because she knew Terry didn't like to waste her time with such things. She drove into Palo Alto to the Stanford shopping center and arrived a few minutes early to the restaurant. Terry had already been seated in a booth in the back. As Lori approached the table she thought to herself she would be nice as possible.

"Hello, Terry. How are you?" she reached out her hand to shake and felt silly as Terry did not accept the handshake. Instead she curtly told her to sit and instructed the waitress not to bother them until she waved her over. Lori was a bit surprised but knew this wasn't completely out of character.

"I'm a little disappointed, Lori" Terry stated in abrupt fashion.

"How so?"

"I expected you to be wearing a skirt and figured I'd see a glimpse of your beads hanging between your legs as you walked. Instead you are dressed like some school teacher!"

Lori's mouth hung open as she tried to process what was said. She finally answered in little more than a whisper, "I'm s..s..sorry Terry, I, I,I don't know what my husband told you...but our private life is just that. Maybe I had better leave." She started to rise when Terry told her to sit in a voice loud enough that the other diners looked up.

Rather than cause a scene Lori sat down.

"Don't say anything until I am done," Terry instructed. "I know all about how you like to be a little bead slut. I know about you and Frank in Seattle. I know you are a little submissive slut that yearns for someone to use her. Well, I am that someone."

Lori tried to control her embarrassment and anger. She told Terry that she didn't ever want to bring that part of her life close to home and that even if she did Terry wasn't the person she would do it with.

"Because you don't like me?" Terry replied, "It doesn't matter if you like me or not, as long as you obey me."

"Listen, Terry. I really do not want to cause a scene and I certainly do not want to discuss this any further. Why would I even listen to you. What I did, may be embarrassing but my husband was aware of it and I don't think blackmail is going to work. I can't see you, as evil as you seem, threatening my kids with this, and if you do I am sure we can work it out!"

Terry then threw an old Polaroid photo on the table. She told Lori it wouldn't only be her children who saw this but her church, her friends and her husband. Lori picked up the grainy photo and saw a women on her knees holding two big black cocks in her hands. She had a big smile on her face that was coated with what couldn't be anything else but cum. That women sans the braces and long hair was unmistakably Lori.

"When I spoke with your husband he proudly boasted how honest the two of you have been with each other. He also said you never cheated on each other and there were no secrets. I have Polaroids that span at least a three year period. John had found these and it is why Maggie divorced without much of a battle. She promised to stay away from you and John promised never to let anyone know he had these. He should have burned them, but men are so weak. I found him jerking off to the pictures of you and Maggie servicing all sorts and colors of men. I know it was after your marriage because your husband told me he paid to straighten you teeth after the marriage."

Lori couldn't think of anything to say. She just stared at the photo and remembered how Maggie and her would go out when the men were away. How they got into cocaine and men. She finally broke it off and had tried to block the memory away. She remembered searching out Maggie after the divorce and asking about the photos they liked to take. Maggie swore she had destroyed them and told Lori she was moving on with her life and their friendship was over.

She could call Terry's bluff and see if she would really expose her. If she did, it would be hard but she thought the family could survive it. They could move away. But Lori also knew her husband may not forgive her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Terry's voice.

"I am sure you were careful, Lori but as you know my background is biology and with all these photos of you fucking men without condoms, I wonder if you husband would think his sons were not his. I figure this took place around the time your second son was conceived. I've always thought he didn't look a bit like his dad."

Lori knew this was crazy, but she also always thought in the back of her mind, maybe there was a chance Johnny wasn't her husband's son. Tests could prove it but it would also prove she was an adulteress. Her mind was spinning and she figured she needed time to think. She would listen to Terry's demands and mull them over. To her horror, when she crossed her legs she noticed how wet her pussy had become.

"What do you want from me?"she asked.

Terry ignored Lori and waved the waitress over. She ordered salads for the both of them and wine. After the waitress left Terry looked up and began to speak.

"I am very close to ending what I thought could be a fun relationship. As your husband knows my husband is very submissive to me. And if I may add your husband would like to be in that position. You have never liked me, but I have always found you attractive. I do not want to be your friend any more...I tried that years ago and you spurned me."

"Terry, you have to understand, how difficult it.."

"Quiet. Do not speak unless spoken to. Understand?"

"Y.y.yes"

"From now on address me as Mrs. Crane or Ma'am. Understood?"

"Yes....Ma'am."

"As I was saying, you will do what I want for as long as I want. For that our secret stays between us. I will not involve your family nor put you at risk. Your husband will be told what I want and he will be brought in at times for our games. I have a subbie at home to fuck and use, so your husband will only be for my amusement. I will not screw him."

"You should remember what Frank taught you. A slut never wears pants or panty hose. You will never wear panties unless given permission. This is 24/7, not just when we are together. If I find out you have disobeyed me you will be punished. I favor the riding crop and you will learn soon enough not to anger me."

The waitress brought their wine and salads and asked Lori if she felt all right. She was pale and looked like a doe caught in headlights. Terry assured the girl that all was well and continued to speak as she ate her salad. "Lori, or I think, slut, is a better name I am upset with how you have dressed today. Whenever we meet with others you are always made up and dressed so nicely. Yet when you come to see me, you are little Mrs. Dowdy." She sipped from her wine glass as Lori sat not touching a thing.

"I want you to go to the restroom and remove your panties and bra. Place them in the trash. Put some make-up on and come back and eat your salad. We still have some shopping to do."

Lori thought of walking out and letting what was to happen happen. Then the thought of her husband and children's faces snapped her back to reality. She could endure this. She wouldn't like it but she'd survive. Lori pushed herself away from the table and headed towards the restroom. She entered the handicapped stall and sat down for a while. Finally she stood up and stripped off her sweater and quickly removed her bra. She kicked off her shoes and was taking off her pants when she heard the door open. She held her breath and began to finish removing her pants when she heard Terry.

"Slut"

"Yes....Ma'm" Lori didn't think anyone else was in the room but still felt funny answering to slut.

"Let me in." Lori walked in short steps with her pants around her knees and opened the stall. Terry entered and relocked the door. She saw the bra on the toilet and smiled as Lori stood with her pants half on.

Terry nodded and Lori understood. She slipped her pants off, then her panties and panty hose, dropping them to the floor. She didn't know if Terry knew she kept her pussy shaved but made no effort to cover up. She started to put her pants on when Terry grabbed them and stepped right up to her face and whispered,

"You will get to like me, slut."

Lori spoke without thinking and said, "I may do what you say, to protect my family, but I will never like it or you!.....Ma'am!"

Terry smiled and said, "I am going to give you one chance to end this. You say you will never like me or what I make you do. Well, here's the deal, if your cunt is dry I will assume none of this has affected you sexually and I will leave. If it isn't you will never speak back to me again!"

With that, Terry reached down to Lori's cunt and pushed her two fingers in. In the quiet of the tiled bathroom there was the unmistakable squishy sound of a wet pussy. As Terry fingered her, Lori's breath started to shorten and tears welled up in her eyes as she fought her emotions and tried to stop from orgasiming in the stall.


Lori's Humiliation Ch. 02



After Terry left, Lori quickly closed the door and dressed. She felt guilt and shame for her actions, but could not deny the orgasm she had while nude, in the back seat of a car, with her tongue firmly up another women's asshole, surpassed any she had with her husband. It approached the ones she had with Frank in Seattle.

While almost home she suddenly realized she was dressed like a teenage slut! She couldn't let her son see her this way. Lori called home and told Johnny she was running late and would he mind running to the store and pick up dinner. Being like most teenagers he jumped at the chance for a pizza and told her he would go on the errand for her.

This allowed Lori time to run up to her room and change. She hid the three bags of clothes in the back of her closet. Normally when having pizza she would throw on a pair of sweats and an old football jersey. Tonight she picked out a skirt and sweater. She felt nasty walking in her own home without panties.

That night when her husband came home he asked how her lunch was with Terry.

"I was surprised that she knew of your submissive side. She told me about how easily you slipped under her control. She actually laughed at how weak you and John are. I am curious did you say anything about Seattle or my adventures?"

He wasn't sure if his wife was setting him up or if Terry didn't really mention what she knew, "No...no, I just told her about me and, and how you weren't comfortable dominating me."

The liar! 

"Good, Lets keep it that way. She wants me to become her friend and I think I am beginning to like her. She said she would call us when she was ready."

"Did, did she say what she wanted of me?" muttered the lying husband.

"Only that she had one subbie at home to fuck. She said she would use you for her pleasure but not screw you." Lori walked away, ending the conversation at that point. She had lied to her husband years ago and he was doing it to her now.

Two weeks went by and Lori found herself anticipating a call. She never wore panties and every time the phone rang she would get wet between her legs, hoping it was Terry. Finally one evening the phone rang and her husband answered.

"Hello, yes Terry, how are you. No Johnny is out for the evening. Understand. Yes Ma'am. I am sorry, Yes Ma'am I am an ignorant man for not addressing you correctly," he paused for a few minutes, listening intently and muttering a few 'Yes Ma'ams every so often. He hung up the phone and turned to Lori.

"That was Ter...Mistress Terry. I am not to have sex with you unless Mistress Terry allows it. I must ask her permission. She said it may be awhile before she has time to start my training. She asked if you had the time, would you like to go riding with her on Saturday? She said John was to set up a golf time for us and then after we would all have dinner at their house. Lori is it OK with you?" he pleaded.

What choice do I have, she thought? "Yes, I would like that. Call your Mistress and thank her for the invitation."

On Saturday her husband was picked up early for his tee time by John. Lori went to the closet and put on the high heeled sandals and one of the outfits they had bought. It was a black thigh high skirt and a tight white T-shirt. Lori rushed to the car in the garage knowing her son would sleep in late on a Saturday. She could feel the guilt and the excitement build as she drove to Terry's house.

When she arrived, she parked in the driveway. The house was located in an exclusive part of Woodside. The garage, living area was all at street level and the bedrooms and den were on lower levels. There was a separate barn behind the house. The back of the acre plus home sat at least thirty feet below street level. So even though the home was on an acre with other homes around, it was fairly private. Lori knocked on the front door.

When the door opened Terry was standing in full English riding gear. Red jacket, black boots and riding pants. A small black riding hat and in her right hand she held a black leather crop.

"Why, good morning slut," she smiled, "I see you wore one of the outfits we picked."

"Yes, Ma'am, I hope it please you," Lori whispered.

"And you followed my directions in regards to panties?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Show me." Terry ordered.

Lori looked around and reached down to grasp her skirt. She pulled it up until she was certain Terry could see she had followed instructions. She let go of the hem and was startled by Terry's voice.

"You cunt, who said to put your skirt down? Don't you remember you are to do just as you are told. You are too stupid to think for yourself!" she hollered.

"I am sorry, Ma'am," Lori stammered as she pulled the black skirt back above her waist.

"Take off everything, now. I guess it is time I introduce you to my friend the crop," Terry slapped the leather against her boot and watched as Lori fought to hold back her tears and objections to stripping on the front porch.

Lori removed the top and the skirt and bent to remove the shoes when she felt the crop push up against her chin, slowly standing her up.

"Never the shoes, slut, unless I specifically ask for them."

She told Lori to assume the position and watched as the women spread her legs and clasped her arms behind her back. Terry took the riding crop and gently flicked at the ring on her nipple. She dropped it down between Lori's legs and caressed the inside of her thighs.

"Ten swats should do. You will bend over and grab your ankles. You will thank me after each swat. If you forget to thank me, or if you try and move or if you let go of your ankles I will add another ten. You need to learn discipline. My horse and my dogs are all well trained because they learned discipline."

As Lori held her ankles she could hear her heart beating. She didn't know how hard Terry would hit her but she hoped it would be hard. Her pussy was dripping in anticipation. The crop cut through the air and landed with a resounding sound on her ass. Lori felt the pain curse through her body and let out a cry, but she held her ankles and thanked Terry.

The next few were equally as hard and Lori started to sob uncontrollably from the pain. Terry was surprised that she didn't try to move or block the crop. She was turned on by the red welts developing on Lori's ass but lessened the remaining six blows intensity, not wanting to take her over the edge.

Lori thanked her after the tenth blow and caught herself before standing. With her ass burning from the beating she felt embarrassed in such an open position. Terry walked behind her and rubbed each cheek of her ass roughly. The pressure of her hand intensified the pain. Terry slid her fingers down between the women's thighs and thrust her fingers into the sloppy, wet cunt.

"My, how you never cease to amaze me. After I strip you naked on my porch and beat your ass red I find your cunt is wetter than at the mall," taunted Terry. "There is one more thing I need you to do for me before we go inside, slut."

"Yes Ma'am?"

Terry pulled her fingers out and bent over so her body was pressed against Lori's back and her face was pressed right above the red ass. She reached with her left hand between Lori's legs and stuffed her fingers back into the sopping cunt. With her right hand she began to snap the end of the crop against the inside of her thighs. Hard enough to leave red marks and make a slapping sound.

"I want you to cum on my fingers while I slap your thighs. Cum for me slut!"

Lori felt her body begin to convulse as the orgasm racked her body. The pain only seemed to heighten the pleasure. After she came Terry stood and wiped her wet hand on Lori's ass before allowing her to stand. Terry knew that soon Lori would only associate her pleasure with pain and humiliation.

The men arrived later in the evening and as soon as they entered the doorway Terry exclaimed, "My what a stench, eighteen holes of golf has made you boys stinky." She was dressed in a black cocktail dress.

Her husband, John was a bit taken back because she was dressed and speaking like she did when she was in control. She had never done it in front of someone else and he wasn't sure if he was reading too much into it until she spoke again.

"I do not want my house smelling like a locker room, both of you strip off your clothes right here in the entry way," she laughed at their expressions and added, "John, your friend here is a subbie like you and I thought I would bring him into our little games. You both will follow my instructions or be punished. Do I make my self clear?"

They both answered almost in unison, "Yes Ma'am."

They quickly stripped off their clothes and both felt embarrassed being naked in front of each other. Terry spoke, "John you can shower in our bathroom and you will use the downstairs bath. I left a pair of jogging shorts for both of you to wear. You have ten minutes to meet me back here. Every minute you are late will cost you ten swats with the crop!"

They rushed off to their respective showers while Terry fixed herself a drink. She had placed the crop on the bar and was hoping she would use it often tonight. They both arrived back in time and looked silly in their jogging shorts. They were women's silk pink shorts and were too small for their bodies. Both men were still in fair shape for their age though both probably wished they were ten pounds lighter at the moment.

John fixed both of them drinks while Terry spoke, "Tonight we are just testing the waters. I hope to soon have the both of you be comfortable as my little subbies. Soon you will do whatever I ask, no matter how strange it may seem. Any questions?"

Lori's husband spoke up quietly, "Yes Ma'am, I look forward to serving you, however you wish. If I may, can I ask about Lori, I saw her car, yet I haven't seen her. I am not sure how she will take this."

"I almost forgot. Go out on our deck and take a look through my telescope, " she answered.

Both men stepped out on the deck which ran the whole distance of the top floor. They both felt embarrassed being in the open even though the yard afforded some privacy. John walked to the telescope and noticed it was pointing down, not towards the sky. It was nearing sunset yet the yard was smothered in sunlight. He pressed his eye to the telescope and there was quite a sight. Lori was in their backyard, she was naked, except for her shoes. She had been tied spread eagle to the back fence. 

There was a blindfold on her face and stuck into her pussy was a dildo. He recognized it as his wife's double ended dildo which was about twenty inches long. About a foot of the dildo hung from her cunt and was duct taped to the inside of her thigh. Written across her stomach in large black letters was the word, SLUT.

John backed away from the telescope and motioned to his friend to take a look. He placed his eye against the viewing piece and gasped at what he saw.

"Well, how do you think she is taking it?" laughed Terry, "the slut loves being used by me. We have had a fun afternoon."

Lori's husband spoke up, "Mistress, are you sure she is ok with this. I know she is submissive but I never thought she would allow you to do this to her."

"Go down there, untie her and remove her blindfold then ask her. Tell her if she doesn't like being my slut she can leave. If she wants to stay tell her I want her to drop to her knees and suck your cock. You are to cum on her face and she is to walk back here without wiping herself clean. The dildo is to remain. Do it now, subbie." She smiled as she saw the tent rise in his pink jogging pants.

His wife jumped when he reached her wrists and began to untie her. Once he spoke she relaxed and was relieved it was him. Her body ached, she must have been out here for over an hour. Her body smelled of sweat and sex. Her cunt has been throbbing ever since Terry taped the dildo to her leg.

"She said you can leave if this isn't what you want. I will go with you, of course, but I hope you enjoy this as much as I do."

Lori tried to speak, but her throat was dry. Finally in a hoarse voice she answered the only way she could if she wanted to protect her marriage. She knew her husband would think she was doing this of her own free will. "I want to stay. I like being her slut."

"She said if you answered that way you were to suck my cock and let me cum all over your face. You are not to wipe anything off."

Lori pulled down her husband's pink shorts, making a mental note to ask him about them. His cock smelled clean and was pointing skyward. She glanced up to the deck and saw Terry looking through the telescope and her husband was kneeling behind her apparently licking her ass. She licked the precum from his cock and started to suck in earnest, knowing he wouldn't last long.

She was right, within a few seconds her husband pulled his cock out and sprayed burst after burst of his sticky white cum across her face and hair. She knew he was excited but could not remember him ever cumming this much before. When he finished he wiped his cock on her cheek and pulled up his shorts. They walked the two hundred or so feet back to the stairs.

When they arrived on the deck, Terry spoke, "well I see the slut agreed to stay. Did you enjoy being my garden ornament slut?"

"Yes Ma'am, I like being your slut. Thank you for labeling me, because I am probably too stupid to remember my name. May I take out the dildo and fuck myself on the deck for your entertainment?" Lori nearly choked on the words that Terry had instructed her to say.

"Not yet slut. The boys and I are hungry. You will serve us dressed as you are. If a drop of that cum touches my floor you will receive five swats from my crop. So I suggest you try and lick as much of it up as you can, but remember no hands."

Lori stood in front of her husband and long time friends and tried to lick as much cum from her face as possible. She wished he hadn't cum so much and knew much of it had dripped to her tits. She knew she wasn't to use her hands but had an idea. She walked to the glass window and rubbed her tits and face against the glass, streaking the pane with the cum. She then proceeded to slurp up as much of the deposit as possible. She had made a mess of the window but managed to remove all the cum.

"Very imaginative, slut. I have to give you credit for thinking out side of the box. Did you enjoy eating all that cum?"

"Thank you Ma'am. Yes a good slut loves to eat cum."

"Well in that case, we still have a fresh load brewing, don't we John," she asked her husband who shorts showed his obvious excitement. "Let's go inside. You men may go and get dressed in the clothes I placed out for you. Lori was kind enough to bring a change of clothes for you," she said to the husband.

Lori stood quietly by the table until the men returned dressed in sports coats and ties. All three were dressed for dinner in the beautiful dining room. All except Lori. The dining room was set for four with their best China. Terry sat down and both men sat on each side of her. "Lori, serve us the salads, then you may sit down. Be sure to keep your hands off that big cock, Dear. After dinner I will think about letting you remove it."

Lori served the salads and sat down. Terry took the salad dressing and poured it on her greens. Both men did the same and John handed it to Lori.

"No, slut. That dressing isn't healthy enough for you. John stand up." Her husband stood up and his cock was pressing against his silk slacks. "Pull out you cock, sweetheart. Stroke it for me like a good boy." Terry reached over and grabbed Lori's plate and held it under her husbands pumping fist.

"That's a good boy. Cum for me. All over the slut's salad. If you don't want to be punished make sure your aim is good."

John worked quickly and soon his body stiffened and he pointed his cock down towards the plate. The first jet hit in the middle of the salad with such force that the leaves jumped on the plate. He moved the head of his cock around distributing each burst of fluid over the entire plate. Once finished he zipped up his pants and sat down. Terry handed the plate to Lori who sat in disbelief at what was done and what was expected.

"Dear, what is the proper thing a slut should say to someone who was so kind to give you your favorite dressing?"

Lori spoke in a bare whisper, "Thank you John."

"I'm sorry I couldn't hear you. Speak louder and in entire sentences." Terry's voice echoed in the stately dining room.

"Thank you John for giving this slut her favorite dressing." Lori's voice was strong, but with a noticeable trace of crackling.

"And what is your favorite dressing dear?" Terry was having too much fun to let this go.

"Cum, Ma'am. This slut loves to eat cum."

"Well then, let us eat. I expect your plate to be sparkling clean my dear." Terry reached for a bottle of white wine and added, "I have chosen a good wine to go with the salad. I hope everyone enjoys it."

She poured a full glass for everyone except Lori. She only filled her glass half way. Terry then stood and put her leg up on the chair, pulling her dress above her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled at Lori and reached over to the wine glass. She placed it against her pussy lips and stared up at the ceiling while she concentrated. There was a silence, so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity a tinkle could be heard. Everyone watched as the wine glass filled slowly with Terry's amber nectar. She finished and placed the glass down. She dropped her dress and sat down.

"I'd like to make a toast to our good friends. I am looking forward to many good times." Terry raised her glass and reached forward to clink glasses. 

The two men held their glasses up and all eyes were on Lori. She reached over to where the glass was and picked it up. It felt warm to her fingers. She moved her arm forward, more in a trance like movement then a natural one. She clinked each of the three glasses. She watched as each person took a gulp from their glass. Her husbands eyes were staring at her with concern and she could tell excitement.

Terry put the glass to her lips and swallowed.

To be continued...



Lori's Humiliation Ch. 03



The rest of the evening was a blur to Lori. After finishing her salad and wine she was instructed to clear the dishes and serve the main course. Terry had only prepared three dishes and Lori was told to stand by Terry's chair while she and the men ate. Half way through her Halibut Terry told everyone to stop eating. 

With that she instructed Lori to squeeze her cunt tightly on the two headed dildo that was taped to her leg. You could see her ass cheeks tighten as she followed instructions. Terry roughly pulled off the duct tape leaving a red welt on the pallid skin. The dildo started to slowly slip out of the wet pussy, even with Lori's continued effort to hold it with her vaginal muscles. Just as it was about to fall Terry grabbed it and began to fuck Lori while she stood in the dining room.

"My isn't she wet. You can just see her slutty juices all over the cock, can't you?" she asked Lori's husband.

"Yes, Ma'am," he stuttered.

"Tell me, what kind of woman allows herself to be used and treated poorly in front of her two best friends and her loving husband."

Besides the obscene noise of the dildo and the shortness of breath as Lori approached orgasm the room was silent. Terry stopped, holding the rubber cock deeply inside of Lori.

"Well, if no one wishes to answer, I shall. The type of women who allows this is a cum eating, piss drinking, rubber cock fucking slut." Terry emphasized the last word and directed her next sentence to Lori's husband, "Now, tell me what your wife is."

He sat quietly for a minute and Lori hoped he would say nothing or get up and leave. He didn't know about the blackmail and had no reason to say what Terry wanted him to say.

He cleared his throat and with eyes downcast whispered, " a cum eating, piss drinking rubber cock fucking slut, Ma'am."

"Very good, but we forgot one thing," with that she pulled the dildo out of Lori's cunt and said while raising it towards her mouth, "she is also a cunt juice eating slut." As Terry pushed the coated dildo against Lori's lips, she resisted for a split second then opened her mouth and sucked the artificial cock while Terry fucked it in and out of her mouth. She was familiar with her own taste, but never was it as strong and pungent as this. "Now Lori, tell everyone what you are and we will be done for the evening. But I want you to say it loud enough for all of us to hear. Next time we visit I will let you cum on my rubber cock."

"The type of woman I am, Ma'am is a cum eating, piss drinking, cunt juice eating, rubber cock fucking slut," Lori's words echoed through the elegant nine foot high dining room ceiling.

Lori was sent to shower and dress while they finished their meal. The three were having an after diner drink when she came into the room in her 'teen slut' outfit. Terry had her sit on the floor next to her chair. She began to instruct Lori and her husband about what she expected of them both. While speaking she used her right hand to scratch Lori's hair, much like an owner would do to their pet.

"I must say I am so glad John and I have discovered our two friends' darker side. I want our games to continue until I tire of them or until either of you decide it is time to quit. These type of scenes are only fulfilling if all parties are in agreement and enjoying themselves. Isn't that right Lori?" Terry used her fingers to turn Lori's face towards herself.

"Yes, Ma'am. I agree with you," her eyes held back tears and she saw the corners of Terry's mouth turn up in a sinister smile.

Terry continued, "My pleasure is, of course, sexual but an equally important factor is power. If I believe any of you are not willing to follow my wishes then the games will be over. Lori you are the slut, so therefore you are the lowest form of life in our group. As you know I find men to be weak and subservient to the superior women, yet when you are with your husband, you will do whatever he asks. If I hear differently, I will punish you. Today was nothing compared to what my crop and I are capable of."

She lightly pushed Lori's head away and stood up, walking to the fireplace and continuing her chat.

"That does not mean he can do as he pleases to you, Lori. He must call me if he'd like to use you sexually or punish you for any disobedience. When the two of you have sex, Lori is always to eat his cum. So, when fucking you must wear a condom which will be emptied either directly into her mouth or poured on a surface for her to lick up. I wish her to become a cum loving slut, which requires, no demands, no hesitation in eating cum. The only nectar she will drink shall be mine. You cannot fuck her ass, that is mine also. She is only to wear pants to workout. She will at all other times go without panties and wear a skirt or dress."

"Around family and associates the slut will wear her regular clothes. I plan on surprise visits and if I ever find panties under these clothes, there will be hell to pay. For the next month I have cleared my schedule for every Thursday. Lori will report, in one of her new outfits, to my front door at exactly nine A.M. There is no negotiation on this point. Only an emergency will be allowed as an excuse and it best be a good one!"

"Since Lori wears a wedding ring on her left hand to show her devotion to her husband and a ring on her left nipple to show her devotion to Frank I have bought her this gift," with that Terry grabbed a box that was hidden behind a Greek statue on the mantle, "here my little slut, crawl over for your gift."

Lori crawled on her hands and knees, knowing, but not caring that her ass and cunt were on display to the two seated men. Once at Terry's feet she leaned back on her haunches, spread her knees to shoulder distance and took the nicely wrapped gift from Terry, kissing her hand as she did.

"Thank you, Ma'am. May I open it?"

"Of course. Open it and put it on."

Lori opened the box, wondering what Terry had decided would mark her as her slut. Inside the box was a beautiful gold bracelet. There was a flat shiny two inch piece connected at both ends with a chain. Curiously, there was no clasp. Lori didn't realize, until closer inspection, one side of the piece was engraved. She sighed when she saw it and looked up at Terry with hate in her eyes. How can I wear this around my wrist in public, she thought.

As if reading her mind, Terry smiled and said, "My dear, it is a bracelet, but not for your wrist. It is an ankle bracelet. I read on the internet all 'hot wives' wear them. I think you fit that description. Your husband is handy so he will, when you get home tonight, fit it tightly to your left ankle and lock the links so it cannot easily be removed. Be sure he places the inscription facing towards your flesh. That way only the four of us will know what it says. Lori tell us what I had inscribed, at great cost and some embarrassment."

"It says..TERRY'S SLUT. Thank you, Ma'am," she uttered, hating herself for the wetness between her thighs at that moment.

They left soon after and the first half hour of the drive was in silence. Finally Lori's husband spoke, 

"Lor, are you sure you're OK with this. I know Seattle was fun but it was only a weekend. Are you ready to commit to this long term?" he paused, then with a smile on his face he squeezed her thigh and added, "I've never been so turned on. I love the way she makes you do nasty things. Things I could never ask you to do. But as long as you like it......."

As long as I like it, you Bastard, she thought. I have no choice! She tried to convince herself of this. Even if I do get turned on, why isn't this bastard protecting me. After 26 years of marriage he should know me better.

Instead she answered the way she knew she must, "I'm OK, really. It is just fun between friends."

When they arrived home she was exhausted. Her husband fitted the ankle bracelet to her and she went to their bedroom. She pulled on her silk pajamas and was getting into bed when her husband spoke. 

"Remember, Terry said no pants. Ever. I think you should sleep with just the tops from now on." he smiled.

Lori untied the string to her comfy silk pants and let them fall to the floor. She was too tired to argue. As she started to get into bed, she heard his voice again.

"I know you are tired, but don't you think you should keep our house neat. Now, please pick up your pajamas and fold them up nicely and put them away."

"Yes, sorry" she said holding back the anger. I am doing all this to save my marriage to this asshole! She went into the walk-in closet to put them away.

When she arrived her husband was on the phone. She hadn't heard it ring so she figured he had called. She didn't need to guess who was on the other end of the line. He held out the phone and handed it to Lori.

Without even thinking she answered, "Yes, Ma'am?"

On the other end came the voice she knew would be there. "Well, slut. I guess it proves to me again that men are dogs. Your hubby called asking if he could fuck you. Now I know you are very tired, so I told him you'd give him a nice blow job," there was a silence on the line and as Lori moved the phone from her ear to hang up, she could hear that voice, "don't forget to swallow, slut."

The look she gave him telegraphed her feelings and he gave her that school boy grin he used whenever he tried to be cute. She hoped he would rethink things, but as he pulled back the covers and she saw his underwear around his knees and his fist around his cock. She knew better.

The good news was it didn't take long for him to shoot off into her mouth. In the past she rarely swallowed so he enjoyed holding her head as he thrust his hips off the bed and pumped load after load into her mouth. She feel asleep with the taste of cum in her mouth and an unrelenting lust in her loins. She knew if she masturbated he would tell Terry.

Besides not wearing panties, the rest of the week was as normal as any other. Her husband felt guilty about how he treated her, so he pretty much left her alone. On Wednesday night Lori was filled with fear over what Terry had probably planned. Fear and excitement.

To be continued...



Lori's Humiliation Ch. 04



Lori was up early on Thursday morning. Her husband sent her off with a kiss and he told her to have fun. Lori was torn up inside. She hated the thought of visiting Terry and doing whatever she was ordered to do. Her husband thought she was enjoying being Terry's slut, as she had for Frank. 

The biggest problem for Lori was coming to terms with her feelings. If she were driving to meet Frank she would be doing it in complete anticipation of giving herself to him no matter what. Yet, she did not like Terry and hated the fact she was making this ride. The simple truth was the biggest part of the conflict within herself was the fact her body was longing for this trip no matter what her mind told her.

She was wearing the sandals, another short skirt and a white tank top. Between her legs hung the strand of beads that started all of this in Seattle. Terry had called Lori's husband and instructed him to tell Lori to wear them as she had in Seattle. Except in Seattle her skirt had hid the strand somewhat. The short skirt provided no such cover and the purple beads hung obscenely between her legs down to her knees.

The top Terry had chosen that first day was very tight and sheer. Lori's nipple ring and nipples were easily seen. She arrived a little before nine and waited until the minute hand of her Ladies Rolex struck the twelve o'clock position. Her knuckles made a shallow thud as she knocked on the heavy wooded front door.

The door opened and her nemesis, her Mistress, her friend, her foe stood in the doorway. Today, Terry was barefoot and wearing a short silk robe. Lori guessed from the outline of her body underneath the robe that she was naked.

"Good morning, slut. On time, I'm happy to see," Terry smiled but made no move to allow entrance, "show me my cunt, slut."

Lori grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She knew better this time not to let it back down. She could see Terry stared at the beads protruding from her bald pussy like a snake leaving its hole.

"Hand me my leash, slut."

Lori reached down and pulled the strand of beads up and offered them to her Mistress. As Terry reached for the strand her robe parted revealing her naked body. Her body was almost boy like. Small pert breasts with tiny erect nipples. Her legs were muscular, yet not particularly attractive and her stomach was flat to the point where her hip bones protruded like little ant hills in the dessert.

She tugged on the leash and Lori followed her into the house quickly, afraid of having her tether disconnect and anger Terry. 

"When I was younger I was embarrassed by my body. I wanted to look like the pretty girls, the girls like you, Lori. They would laugh at me. They called me 'boy' or 'no tits'. I hated them for being pretty, not for being mean but for being pretty." Terry sighed and a smile came to her face. It was a sad smile. "Well, if they could only see me now."

Terry walked to the couch leading her pet with her. She dropped her robe to the floor and sat at the edge of the couch. Her hairy cunt was spread open and Lori realized something. It wasn't wet. Terry really did this for the power, not the enjoyment she thought to herself.

"On your knees, slut. Eat me for all those bitches who laughed at me. Eat me good or else I will beat you with my crop, though I might just beat you no matter what. Do you know why?" Terry asked, yet Lori didn't answer because she knew it was more of a rhetorical question. "Because I can," Terry laughed.

Lori knelt in front of her so-called friend and felt the tug of the knot in her cunt as she was pulled forward. She could feel her wetness and thought to herself she would be wet enough for the two of them. Her tongue reached out and gently parted Terry's heavy lips. She did not mind the taste and continued to explore deeper. She looked up at Terry and saw her staring back down at her. Her green eyes were glazed with either lust or power and she was beginning to respond to the ministrations of Lori.

As Lori worked her tongue up towards the clit Terry lifted her legs and rested them on Lori's back. Using the back as a fulcrum she pressed hard with her heels into the back of the kneeling women while forcing her cunt against the persistent tongue. She continued to fuck herself against the tongue, until her body stiffened and she came against Lori's face.

Once done she dropped her feet to the floor and rested her hand against the back of Lori's head. Was it an act of endearment or a subtle reminder not to remove her face from the glistening vagina. The beads had long ago fallen from her hand and Terry removed her hand after a few minutes and asked for her leash.

Lori, afraid of moving her mouth reached between her thighs until she felt the cool plastic strand of beads. She found the end and handed it to Terry. Terry sat up and told Lori to assume her kneeling position. Legs spread, eyes down and elbows clasped behind her back, Lori waited for instructions.

"You are a good cunt licker. I usually can only come by my own hand. John is a lousy cunt eater, but I guess it stands to reason a women, even a slut would be better than a man, " at that she tugged hard on the beads. Lori's cunt lips fought for a second, trying to keep the knot from being dislodged, but to no avail.

Terry held the knot up for inspection. The purple beads were covered with a whitish glaze. "You must enjoy eating pussy, judging from how wet these beads are," commented Terry. "I am going to get dressed. When I return I expect these to be clean of any of your nasty cunt juice. Open up." Lori opened her mouth and felt her chest and neck redden from the embarrassment as Terry shoved the entire knot into her mouth.

Lori sat on her haunches as she watched the ass of her tormenter move away from her. Once the bedroom door closed, Lori pulled the beads out and licked them clean. She stayed in position after placing the beads on the floor next to her. 

A few minutes passed when she heard the door bell ring. Terry yelled from the bedroom for her to answer the door. Lori walked slowly to the door afraid of what Terry may have planned. She had hoped not to involve others. She looked through the side glass panel and saw two young men, no two boys standing outside. They were dressed in jeans, T-shirts and sneakers, much like her son would dress. Lori could not imagine Terry would involve underage boys in their games, maybe they were here for an unrelated reason. Lori hoped so.

She opened the door and swung her head around the door, trying to hide her body.

The taller of the two boys spoke, "Hello, is Mrs. Crane here. I'm Bobby and this is Pete. We are suppose to help her clean the barn today. We work at the stable where Mrs. Crane keeps her horse."

"Yes, boys, she is here it will be just a min...." Lori's voice was cut short by Terry whose cowboy boots echoed on the tile entry floor.

"Lori, do not be so rude. Let my friends in." Terry's voice seemed pleasant, yet after a slight pause she added, "Now,"

Lori stepped back from the door and let it open. The two boys walked in and first saw Terry in Levi's and a western shirt. They then looked back to the closing door and both did a double take when they saw Lori. They looked without trying not to. It was obvious this women was dressed unlike most women her age, unlike their mothers.

"Boys, this is my good friend Lori. She volunteered to help us clean the barn, but for the life of me I cannot figure out why she dressed that way. Oh well, you boys won't mind, will you?"

"No, no not at all, " stuttered Pete.

Bobby looked at this women and knew something was odd. He had seen Mrs. Crane order her husband around at the stables before. He figured there was something fishy here but maybe he would benefit. He felt his cock stir in his jeans and as he looked right at the nipple ring he said, "No, we can use all the help we can get."

"You boys meet us in the barn. We'll be down in a bit. Start sweeping up the area I showed you yesterday."

As the boys went to the kitchen to exit to the back through the garage, Lori spoke, "Terry, I mean Mrs. Crane, Ma'am. I, I, I can't...they're just boys...its illegal..Please. I'll do anything else."

"Shut up slut," Terry's voice echoed through the entry. "First of all why must you think the worst. Why do you think they would want to touch an old cunt like you? Secondly, you will do whatever I say. Johnny is about their age isn't he? Do you think he'd like to know what a slut his mother is?"

Tears were flowing down her cheeks and she said as firmly as possible, "I won't do it. If you want to tell my husband and son about what happened ten years ago, I'll take my chances. I won't let them see me in a police line up for this. Good bye."

"Wait, I didn't think you would get so upset. Settle down. First of all both boys turned 18 this year. You can't be arrested for poor judgment. Now let me show you something before you leave." Terry walked to the Master bedroom. 

Lori followed, wiping her tears on her arm and slowly willing her heart to slow down. In the spacious bedroom John and Terry had a alcove where a desk and computer were set up.

It was one of the new Flat screen Apple iMacs . There on the screen was a picture of Lori with a dildo strapped to her leg and the word 'slut' written across her stomach. Terry pressed another button and the screen changed to Lori crawling across the floor of the adjacent living room in a short skirt that displayed her ass and bald cunt. The next showed her standing naked at a table with her husband and two friends, all dressed, licking a dildo being held by Terry.

Terry next clicked her mouse and an E-mail program came on the screen. The addresses where the mail was to be sent were those of her husband, her son, her friend Sally and the principal of Johnny's school.

Terry's finger pointed the mouse to the send icon and looked up, "It is up to you. Leave and I press this button. Those three pictures and the copies of the Poloroids will be sent to everyone on the list. Don't fuck with me, Bitch! Now either walk or go to the barn."

Lori stood there staring at the picture of her. For some reason she marveled at how clear the digital photo was. You could see her juices on the dildo and her tongue reaching out for a taste. She turned and headed to the barn.

Her and Terry walked in and found the boys working hard and their colored T-shirts showed the signs of perspiration. They stopped and stared at Lori as she walked slowly on the wooden slats in front of the stalls. Her heels made her steps precarious at best.

The city no longer allowed horses on these residential lots but Terry kept hers to store her collection of saddles and other rider paraphernalia she had no room for at the stable. She instructed the boys to move two saddles from one side of the barn to another. While the boys labored they kept their eyes on Lori.

Terry finally told the boys there were some boxes in the loft area she needed brought down. As Bobby started to walk towards the fixed ladder, Terry's voice sounded out,

"No, Bobby I'll have Lori get the boxes and toss them down to you two. Hold the ladder for her, it is old and I'd hate to see her fall."

Each boy eagerly stood on each side of the ladder, waiting for the older lady to climb the ladder, They knew they may get a glimpse of her panties. "Lori, we do not have all day to dawdle," Terry said.

Lori walked between to the two boys, each towered above her and she could smell their perspiration and her odor seemed to fill the air. She lifted her leg to the first rung and felt her skirt hike up above her thigh. As she pushed up and pulled with her ams her body lifted and her breast passed right by the boy to her left. Her nipple ring was apparent as was the erect nipples poking against the thin cotton. Everyone knew it wasn't cold in the barn causing the erections.

Two more rungs of the ladder brought her ass to eye level. She paused, knowing the next step would reveal her naked cunt to these boys. Boys, but a year older than her own son, and a year younger than her college boy. She took a deep breath and tried to climb quickly with her thighs together. She was almost to the top when she heard that voice.

"Lori, dear, stop for a second. I just noticed a crack in the middle of the next rung. I'm afraid if you put all your weight in the center it may break. I will need to have John replace that later. To be safe put each foot as far as possible on the outside edge of the rung. I think it will be much safer."

Lori knew if she did as she was told she would have to spread her feet almost three feet apart. That would remove all doubt about what was or wasn't under her skirt. She lifted her left foot to the outermost part of the ladder and as she did the same with the right she stopped when she heard Bobby's voice.

"Jesus, Christ" he uttered.

"What is it Bobby," asked Terry innocently.

"She doesn't have any panties on. I can see her pussy and it is shaved!"

"Really," exclaimed Terry in mock surprise, "Well boys, I apologize for my friend. And Bobby, only a slut would climb a ladder without panties. If her pussy is shaved then she must be a slut. You call your girlfriends sex a pussy, but on a slut I think 'cunt ' would be more appropriate."

Both boys said nothing and stared in disbelief. Lori started to raise her leg to the final rung. Hoping to get out of the leering eyesight of the teenagers.

Before she could lift her leg she heard Terry's voice. "Slut, no one said for you to move! Now is what the boys are saying true?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I shave my pus...cunt," she whispered.

"Since you were so determined to show yourself to these young men, I think it is only appropriate that they get to see you up close. Come down," ordered Terry.

Lori quickly climbed down the ladder, bringing her thighs together. Once her feet touched the ground she stepped away from the boys. Looking around the barn like a frightened animal she saw the only exit was blocked by Terry.

"Sometimes, boys when my husband is bad I bring him out to the barn for punishment. I take that rope, with those cuffs over there," she pointed to a rope with two Velcro cuffs attached to a pulley suspended above an empty stall, "and pull his arms up high. He has to stand on his tippy toes while I use my crop on his bottom."

The three other people in the barn stared mouths open, as she continued.

"After he receives his punishment I will sometimes leave him out here for hours. Now I think Lori knows what she did to anger me earlier today. I think she needs to be punished. But I do not want you boys to think I am terrible and forcing Lori into anything. So Lori, tell the boys what you want and why."

Lori spoke to no one in particular, but everyone there, "I was a bad slut and need to be punished. Please tie me up and punish me."

"Bobby get the rope and hook the cusps to her wrists."

Bobby smiled and rushed over to the rope, which squeaked as he pulled it through the pulley over to Lori. Without asking he grabbed her wrist from her side and strapped the cuff tightly. He did the other hand and let go of the rope. Lori's hands held close together by the cuffs fell in front of her. She made no sign of struggle.

"Pete, grab the rope and pull it tight. Stretch her arms up high and tie it to the stall like the way I taught you to tie a horse's rein so they can't get loose.

Pete was hesitant at first, not at all sure of himself as Bobby was. He wanted to see this but had no desire to hurt this women, even if she wanted to be. Terry sensed his uneasiness and suggested he could just watch or leave. She asked Bobby to continue. Pete handed the rope to his friend and backed away into the shadows. He knew he should leave but couldn't find the power to walk away.

Bobby pulled hard on the rope and Lori's arms stretched upward and she was forced to walk until she was in the center of the stall, arms outstretched above her. Her heels were just barely touching the dirt floor. Her breasts were straining against the cotton shirt. Bobby tied the rope and walked next to Mrs. Crane.

"Let's go inside for a drink. I am so thirsty. Lori we will be back in awhile." One could see the disappointment in Bobby's eyes, but also in Lori's.

She hung there for what seemed like hours but was no more than ten minutes. She heard voices and footsteps and spun towards the entrance. Bobby was holding a bucket and Terry had her crop. Pete slunk into a dark corner, his eyes, owl-like in the dark shadows.

The two walked up to her and Terry spoke, "wet her."

Bobby held the bucket up and poured ice cold water over the front of Lori's shirt. The cold water made her scream in surprise and her nipples now were as hard as erasers and easily seen through the sheer soaked blouse. 

Terry stepped close to Lori and whispered in her ear, "Don't ever refuse me again!" Her hands grasped the elastic band of Lori's skirt and pulled it down. She let it fall to the muddy dirt below. Lori stood, naked from the waist down. Terry reached up under Lori's neck and grasped the scoop neck of her blouse and pulled. At first the shirt held and Lori was pulled up against Terry. But as Terry backed away, the rope held and Lori's feet left the ground. As Terry continued to back up the strength of the shirt gave way and began to tear. 

Finally it ripped down the center and Terry let go. Lori swung back and landed hard on her heels, forcing one to come off. She was standing on one heel and on the tiptoes of her other foot. The wet shirt hung to her arms leaving her breasts exposed. Terry grabbed the golden ring and pulled Lori's breast upward by the nipple. Lori moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She let the tit fall back against the women's chest.

"Bobby, against each of the stall are two ropes. Attach them to her ankles so she is held in place for me."

Bobby followed orders, tying each leg to the rope so the woman was spread open to his ogling eyes. He wanted to touch her but didn't want to upset Mrs. Crane.

"Good. Now Lori, I am going to give you a choice. You can have fifteen swats on your ass from my crop and five against your pussy," she glided the leather crop against the lips of Lori as she spoke, "or I will give you ten on the ass and you will ask the boys to cum on your face."

Lori stood in disbelief. What type of choice was that. "I want the crop, Please Ma'am, the crop."

"Very well. I am very good with this," she ran the leather over the nipples of the suspended women, "very good. Well, you have decided. " 

Terry placed the tip of the crop against the hood of Lori's clit and brought her wrist back about six inches. With the flick of her wrist she snapped the crop back and landed it directly on Lori's engorged clitoris.

"Oh, my God," screamed Lori, "stop, please , oh stop, no more. I can't take it." Lori had never felt pain like that before. It cursed threw her body and she fought to avoid another but could not move.

Terry placed the tip next to her clit again and Lori went tense. "Now, I am a reasonable women, Lori even after you embarrassed me in the house. You can have four more, here," and she rubbed the crop against the hood, "or you can ask the boys nicely. While you think about it I will give you the ten on the ass, I promised."

She stepped behind Lori and worked very rhythmically on each cheek. The room echoed with each swat and each grunt from Lori. Terry was not harsh on her ass leaving only red welts but not breaking the skin. She stepped up to Lori's face and asked what was her decision.

"No, Ma'am, please I cannot take four more of those," she twisted her body so she was facing the boys, "Please, Bobby and Pete. Please shoot your loads on my face. Please."

Terry smiled at how her friend was reduced to this and added, "Since you changed the rules Lori I think you need to do a bit more. What about you, what do you think?" Terry emphasized her question with a tap of the crop.




Lori's Humiliation Ch. 04



Lori looked up and thought of what would please Terry, "Boys, do you want to fuck my mouth. I will suck your cocks and you can cum on my face. Is that OK with you Pete?

"S,Sure" he stuttered. His cock was about to burst in his pants.

"and Bobby would you like that," Lori asked.

Bobby figured he would take advantage of this. He'd had plenty of blow jobs by girl friends, "I want your ass. Ask me nicely"

Terry smiled and thought this boy has potential.

Lori has had anal sex before and did not like it. But she could not stand the agony of four more hits. "Bobby, would you please fuck my ass,while I suck Pete's cock. Please."

"Since you put it so nicely, sure."

Terry let Lori's arms down and Bobby untied her ankles. She nearly fell to the ground and started for the house.

"Here, on your knees in the mud. Like the animal you are, Like the fuck pig you are. Bobby you can kneel on her skirt so you don't get your jeans muddy."

Lori dropped to her knees and waited in the mud. Pete walked up to her face with his young cock sticking out of his fly. Bobby was behind her spitting on his cock and rubbing the saliva onto the head. She felt it at the entrance of her asshole and she willed herself to relax. To ease its entrance. The head pushed through then Bobby pushed the rest in. She felt full and she felt so wet. She wanted to finger herself when she felt something against her lips. She opened her eyes to see a one eyed monster staring at her. She opened her mouth and eagerly sucked the cock into her mouth. Both were quick. Bobby filled her bowels with his cum and Pete shot first into her mouth then across her face. They stepped away from her and Bobby walked in front of her.

"Clean it, slut."

Lori looked up into the eyes of this young man and did as she was told. Luckily she had cleaned herself before coming over but she could taste his cum and her ass on his cock. After she finished Terry told the boys to leave and if they were smart they were to tell no one about today.

After they left Terry had Lori walk up to the house. She took the garden hose and rinsed all the mud and cum off her body. Her shirt was destroyed and her skirt was covered with mud. Terry told her to wait on the deck. She returned with the beads which she put around Lori's neck. She handed her a man's T-shirt with the word 'SLUT' across the chest.

Terry looked at her and said, "See you next Thursday."

To be continued...



Lori's Humiliation



"What's that sound, slut?"

"My...my pussy"

"No, sluts don't have pussies. Now what is that sound?"

"My cunt, Ma'am"

"And why is it making such noise, slut?"

"Because it is wet."

"and what does slut's cunt want to do'" as Terry roughly stuck a third finger into Lori and pressed her back against the wall.

"To cum, Ma'am."

"Ask me nicely, slut. Use full sentences!"

"May I please cum?"

"May who and what please cum?

"May your slut's cunt please cum all over your fingers?"

"No," with that Terry pulled all her fingers from Lori and picked up her bra, panties and pantyhose. As she dropped them in the trash she told Lori to hurry and get dressed. She said not to even think about finishing herself off.

Lori returned to the table with her makeup redone and quietly ate her lunch.

When finished, Terry had Lori pay the tab and they walked to the nearby stores. When they arrived at Wet Seal, a clothing store for teenagers Lori figured they would be shopping for Terry's niece. She asked the niece's age and size and Terry told her she was sixteen and about Lori's size. Lori said that would be a size six and started to look through the dresses.

A few minutes latter a sales girl came over and asked if they needed help, to which Lori explained they were shopping for a sixteen year old about a size six. With that Terry spoke.

"I'm sorry, Dear my friend is confused. We are looking for some outfits for Lori here. Her husband has been seen with a younger girl and poor Lori thinks if she dressed a little more youthful her husband might not stray. Isn't that right Lori?"

Lori turned red in the face and couldn't bear to look at the teenager, "Yes, Ma'am. I was hoping to find something here."

The sales girl thought this was a strange lady but knew she might get a big sale if she played her cards right. Ignoring Lori she spoke to Terry and asked what she had in mind for her friend.

"Something short and slutty. The only way to get men's attention is to flaunt your tits and ass."

Lori could have died from the humiliation. She stood there while the two chose dresses and skirts, holding them up to Lori as if she were the teenager. Terry would refuse any item that wasn't at least four inches above the knee. They also picked out some tight spaghetti tops which Lori knew would show her nipple ring if Terry didn't allow a bra.

Terry sent Lori into a changing room with all the clothes. She was instructed to come out into the store to show Terry each outfit, whether it fit or not. Lori walked slowly into the room knowing she would follow the order but hating herself for the excitement she was feeling. The worst Terry treated her the wetter she became.

The girl asked Terry what was going on and Terry told her they were close friends who always liked to make outrageous bets. Lori lost this one and Terry was having fun. She pulled out a hundred dollar bill and gave it to the girl telling her to play along and keep things from getting out of hand. The girl smiled and said for another fifty she would pay the other sales girl to keep the customers away from this changing area. Terry liked the guts of the girl and handed her the money. By the time the girl, who Terry found out was nineteen and named Monica, returned Lori walked out of the changing area. 

She was wearing a short pink and gray skirt with a white tube top. The top was a size too small so her nipples were apparent as was the ring on her left nipple. The skirt was short and Lori could feel the cool air on her pussy as she walked barefoot towards Terry. Lori was in good shape and at first glance one would think they were looking at a sexily dressed teen. After closer inspection you would see the hands of a fifty one year old women, the wrinkles around her eyes and face and legs that no longer had the smooth skin of a teen.

"My, I forgot about your nipple decoration. It just spells 'Slut' doesn't it Monica"

"Well, Terry I think you are right. If I took her to a frat party she would be the center of attention," laughed the young girl.

Terry took out her car keys and threw them on the floor behind Lori, "I want you to pick up my keys. Bend at the waist, so I can see if the skirt is too long."

Lori was past trying arguing with Terry and went into the complete sub mode like she did in the bar in Seattle. She walked over to the keys with her back to the women and bent at the waist. As she reached the keys Terry told her to stay still. Lori could feel the skirt had ridden above her ass and knew they both had a clear view of her ass and pussy lips.

"You were not kidding when you said she was a slut. Look at her pussy. It is bald and I can see her juices from here," exclaimed Monica.

"Go put on another outfit. I am sure we will take this one," instructed Terry. She felt so good that she was controlling this bitch after all these years. She smiled to herself because she realized Lori was probably enjoying her humiliation more than Terry.

Terry chose four of the ten or so outfits Lori tried on. She entered the changing room and told Lori she was to wear the first outfit for the rest of the day. She grabbed Lori's pants, top and shoes and left her standing nude in the room. She went to the trash and threw away the expensive apparel and told Monica to remove the tags from the first outfit.

After she paid for everything with Lori's credit card she asked Monica to follow her. She opened the door and found Lori hiding in the corner, behind the door.

"Slut, get out by the mirror, now!" Lori walked by the mirror as instructed and saw Monica standing behind Terry.

She put one arm across her breasts and the other in front of her cunt, more as a reaction then a thought out movement. Suddenly Terry's open hand caught Lori across the cheek leaving a red mark.

"Don't you ever cover yourself up in front of me or my friends. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry." Lori was more surprised by the slap then hurt by it and she dropped her arms and grabbed her elbows behind her back. She spread her legs to shoulder width and stood with her eyes cast downward. This was the position Frank had taught her.

"Monica. I'd have you feel how wet her cunt is but she'd leak all over you and I don't think your customers would enjoy the smell."

"I can smell her from here. We will have to put some freshener in this room after she leaves." Monica was enjoying being mean to this women who was probably the same age as her own Mother.

Terry pushed Lori against the three pane viewing mirror and her naked body could be seen from all angles. She reached down and slid her fingers into the pussy for the second time today. The wetness and noise was even more than before.

"Do you want to cum for Monica, Slut?"

Lori tried to fight it but her body was becoming charged by the fingers fucking her. She began to hump up against the hand hoping to get off, but Terry stopped.

"Answer me."

"Yes...yes I want to cum for Monica. Please finger me, I am so close. Please Ma'am," Lori pleaded as Terry smiled at her.

"Next time answer right away. Put your clothes on." 

Terry picked up a piece of tissue that was wrapped with a blouse off the floor and handed it to Lori. "Wipe your cunt. I can't believe what a slut you are. You are leaking like a faucet."

Monica and Terry left and Lori was left standing alone. She took the paper and pushed it between her legs, trying to sop up some of the juices. She wanted to lay on the floor and bring herself off, but didn't dare to anger Terry anymore. She pulled on the two items of clothes and walked bare foot into the store. She kept her eyes down but could hear the gasps and giggles of anyone who noticed her.

Terry told her they needed to buy some shoes and walked out with Lori following. They were asked to leave the first store they entered, the matronly lady berating Lori for dressing like that in public. At the next store they found a young man who happily helped Lori find a pair of high heeled strap on sandals. He noticed her bare pussy and actually spent an exaggerated length of time tying up the straps of the sandal while he stared up her dress.

When they finally arrived in the parking lot, Lori took Terry to where she was parked as instructed. Terry was pleased that Lori had brought the Chevy Tahoe and climbed into the captain seat in the back. She told Lori to join her and close the door. As they sat for a few minutes Lori noticed many people walking by the car. She turned when she heard the rustling of clothing. Terry was reaching under her skirt and was pulling off her panties. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and swung her leg closest to Lori over the arm rest.

"Take off everything but your heels."

Lori did as she was told and even though she had never eaten another women's pussy she knew she was about to.

"Get on you knees between my legs. Then apologize for not obeying me completely today. Ask my forgiveness and tell me what you want to do to help me forget what a dumb slut you are."

Lori slid down between Terry's legs. Her face was inches from the hairy cunt and Lori could smell her excitement. "Mrs. Crane, I am so sorry I disobeyed you. Please forgive this stupid slut and let me lick your beautiful pussy."

Terry smiled, slid down the chair until her ass was at the edge. She could feel Lori's breath on her cunt when she said, "Start with the ass, slut. I want to feel your tongue work its way up my asshole." 

She noticed the hesitation of Lori and added, "You better start right away or I will send you outside the way you are dressed."

Lori stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked around Terry's ass. Thankfully the area seemed relatively clean and Lori somehow found the odor intoxicating. She began to lick earnestly and found herself trying to put her tongue as deep as possible.

"Finger yourself while you suck my ass. You may cum only if your tongue is in my asshole."

Lori began to rapidly work her fingers in her cunt while pushing her face into Terry's ass. When she started to cum her body shook for minutes and as she came out of the orgasm she was wrought with guilt for enjoying what she knew was a filthy perverted act.

After she came Lori looked up at Terry and raised her head. She was about to begin working her tongue into the lips of the splayed open cunt when Terry swung her leg over Lori's head and stated, "You don't think I'd let a slut like you lick my pretty pussy. You will have to earn that honor."

Terry pulled on her panties and opened the door. Lori's nakedness was displayed to anyone who walked by. She told Lori she would call when their next meeting would be. Lori was to wear one of her new outfits. She is not to wear panties or pants without permission, other than her work out clothes. She was tell her husband that they only met for lunch and discussed his submissiveness. She closed the door and left Lori alone.

To be continued....