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Nadine's Submissive Games

By: reddbunnz



Chapter One

"I'm gonna kill that fuckin' Carol!" I mumble as Henry's cock continues to plow into and out of my ass. 

'Who the fuck are you kidding?' I ask myself. 'You love every minute of it. It's consensual ass rape. Something that you've fantasized about for years. Only, it's by the pizza guy! Not your hubby. Shit, the prick's probably fuckin' some whore in his hotel room right now!'

But, in reality, I can't believe what is happening. Here I am, Nadine, a middle-aged married African-American woman. I'm also a full-time housewife and part-time Ebony slut. I have a very shapely figure, 33C-25-37, and I know that my best feature is my very fuckable, bubble-butt ass. My facial features are quite lovely, and it's framed by jet-black hair that reaches halfway down to my ass. I also think that my tits are 'to die for'. But, like many African-American girls, I really know how to shake my booty when I walk whenever I am trying to attract a guy with a big cock. 

But, right now I am totally naked, bent over the back of the sofa with my wrists tied together behind my back with one of my own scarves. Another of my scarves is gagging my mouth as I am getting my ass fucked by the damn pizza delivery guy. I should be screaming 'rape', but I am not. Partially because my mouth is gagged. But, mainly because I love every second of it. Down deep I know that it's a kinky, erotic dream come true.

This whole thing started off as a practical joke. A dare from one of my on-line friends, Carolyn. 

"I dare you to order a pizza, and then greet the delivery guy naked wearing only your jewelry and 6" FM (Fuck Me) stilettos." Carolyn said via an IM dare. It sounded like fun. "Ask for Henry to be your delivery guy, he's a bit of a geek and probably will be very embarrassed to see a naked woman greet him at the door. Then, after you pay him, give him a BJ as his tip." 

Well, the joke's on me. Don't get me wrong. I love giving BJs. Even when giving one to a total stranger. But, Henry is neither a geek nor embarrassed. Plus, his big, rock hard cock pounding my ass right now tells me that he's done this before. Henry wants much more than a BJ as his tip. Later I learn that Henry is Carolyn's boyfriend; a real ass man; and he really knows how to use his fuckin' big cock. I also learn that Henry was on his knees between Carolyn's legs sucking on her clit while she was daring me to order the pizza.

When the pizza arrives, I answer the door exactly as Carolyn commands -- totally naked and wearing only my sexiest FM stilettos. Other than that, all I am wearing is a silver necklace that hangs between my big tits with the words 'Fuck Me' and an arrow pointing down to my cunt. When the delivery guy gives me my pizza, I tell him that I need to get his money from my purse in the kitchen. As I walk away, I make sure to wiggle my naked ass as sexily and teasingly as possible.

While I am gone, he finds two of my silk scarves lying on a small table beside the door. When I get back I hand him the money, he quickly lays it down on the table. When I offer him a BJ, and before he can answer, I quickly unbuckle his jeans. He shows that he's willing when he pushes both his jeans and shorts down to the floor, allowing his gigantic big, black, beautiful cock to pop free. He's definitely no geek. 

After stepping out of his shorts, he grabs both my wrists and drags me over to stand facing the back of our sofa. Next, he pushes me down facing forward so that I must bend at the waist over the back of the sofa with my ass and pussy exposed and readily available for his viewing pleasure and more. He quickly pulls both of my arms behind my back and ties my wrists together with one of the silk scarves.

My submissive genes are now wide awake and I am getting hot, wet, and ready for a good fucking. I want that giant monster in my cunt. I want him to go beaver hunting, and my beav is ready to surrender. But, he has other ideas. He pulls me up off the sofa, and then forces me down onto my knees. He then tells me I better not scream.

Scream? Hell, all I want to scream is 'Put that monster in me now!' Next, he tells me to open wide and get him wet, for my spit is the only lube that my ass will get. My ass? He's going to fuck me in the ass? He thinks that he's going to rape my ass. But, what he doesn't know is that I love to be ass fucked. Hell, my hubby does it all the time whenever he gets drunk. Well, lately that's almost every night that he's home.

I take that monster in my mouth, and what a mouthful! He's not only long, but he's wide, too. He starts plunging his lovely man meat in and out of my cocksucker. I also love to suck cocks, so this is no rape. I love every second of it. I can feel his monster continue to grow with each thrust into the back of my throat. He grabs the back of my head and begins to skull fuck me. It's a good thing that I learned to deep throat a long time ago.

Eventually he feels that his cock is well lubed with my spit, so he pulls his monster out and gags my mouth with another of my scarves. Then, he makes me bend down over the sofa again, exposing my ass and pussy for his use. This time I know that my ass is his target. He's an ass man for sure. He starts fingering my brown hole. First one finger. Then two. Eventually he has all four fingers in my ass. But, it's nothing that hubby hasn't done to me before. In fact, he loves to fist my ass when he's really drunk. But, the pizza guy is much better. He really knows how to turn a girl on with his fingers. It doesn't take long for my ass to tell him that it wants fucked, too. So, he does!

He pounds my ass good -- awakening my pain slut genes in the process. It begins to fuckin' hurt because my spit is the only lube. But, like I said before: I'm a pain slut. It hurts so good! Thankfully my ass is no virgin to big cocks, so I am able to withstand his assault without any long term damage. Like all pain sluts, I love the combination of pain and pleasure. That's exactly what I am feeling right now. Pain and pleasure euphoria! I want to scream 'Harder! Harder! Faster! Faster!' He must be reading my mind, for that's just what he does. 

He continues to pound my ass for at least 15 minutes. He also plays with my tits at the same time. He begins by just fondling my female fun sacks. Eventually he begins to twist and pull each nipple. I think he's waiting for me to yell. But, I can't yell. My mouth is gagged. Besides, I love this too much. If I were to yell, it would be a yell of delight. With each stroke I feel his cock getting bigger and bigger. I also feel my nipples getting harder and harder. Finally, he gets to the point where that monster plunging in and out of my ass feels like it's just about to cum. 

Then, as luck has it, just has he begins to launch his baby makers in my ass, I hear the garage door opener. Fuck! My fuckin' hubby chooses that particular moment to return from his business trip early. Here I am: Naked, bound and gagged, and bent over the couch back getting fucked in the ass. My hubby is home early from his trip and about to catch me getting fucked in the ass by a damn pizza delivery guy!

The pizza guy also hears the garage door opener and takes that as his cue to get the fuck out. He pulls his giant cock out of my ass, pulls his shorts and jeans back on. But, he leans forward and whispers 'I'll be back, whore!' before he quietly slips out the front door, gets in his car, and quickly drives away. Right now I do feel like a whore. A whore who never got paid for an ass fuck. Or, like one who is about to get busted by the cops.

I don't know what to do. I'm totally naked. All I have on are my six inch FM stilettos, my wedding ring, and my 'Fuck Me' necklace. My mouth is gagged and my hands are tied behind my back. Plus, I have a fresh load of cum dripping from my asshole. There's no way that I am going to get free before hubby comes through the kitchen door. 

What am I to tell him? 'Honey, I just got fucked in the ass by the pizza deliver guy. But, don't worry; it's just sex!'

'Well, you could tell him that he raped you,' I say to myself. 

Fuck! I greeted the fucker wearing only my stilettos and a 'Fuck Me' necklace. How would I explain that to the cops when claiming that he raped me? Besides, my hubby knows me better than that. He knows that I like kinky shit. He knows that this entire scenario is something that I fantasize about. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that I am probably living out one of my fantasies. Which is true?

What do I do? I don't know what else to do, so I calmly walk into the kitchen where the pizza is still sitting unopened on the table. I simply kneel on the floor; spread my legs wide open, giving him a great chocolate and pink beaver shot. I try to pretend that my get-up is all for him. If I weren't gagged, I would have greeted him by saying, 'Fuck me, you big stud!'

But, when he comes into the kitchen, I get the surprise of my life. He's not alone. With him are our neighbor and his work buddy, Sam, and his wife, Henrietta. Sam and Henrietta are not only our best friends and neighbors, but they're also our sexy swinger buddies. They're two of the sexiest, and horniest, people that I know. 

Anyway, the first thing they see is me totally naked -- ready, willing, and waiting for a nice big cock. Then they see the pizza on the counter. But, as they enter I wonder what they saw while driving up. 'O-M-G!' (Oh, my God!) I think. 'Did they see the pizza guy leaving with a smile on his face?'

"Well, what do we have here?" my hubby asks. "Pizza and pussy. Two of my favorite things. I am hungry, but I'm also very tired. Which do I want to eat tonight?"

"While you're deciding," Henrietta replies. "How about she licks my puss? I haven't had a good cunt licking for quite some time."

Now, to be honest, Henrietta is my B-F-F (Best Friend Forever). She and I have known each other since high school. She's a hot chocolate drop, just like me. She's a bit smaller in height, but her 34D-25-35 frame more than makes up for her lack of height. In addition to being one hot, stacked babe, she also has a beautiful face framed by long hair. Only, she dyes her locks blonde. 

She's also a full time housewife and part-time Ebony slut. Together we have been known to pick up strange cocks at the local bars and take them home for a 'romp-in-the-hay' whenever our hubbies are traveling. Well, sometime what we pick up isn't equipped with cocks. We have been known to suck a dyke cunt or two from time to time. But, that's another story.

"What the fuck am I?" Sam asks, obviously irritated by his wife's comment.

"Listen, asshole," Henrietta answers. "Everybody knows that no man can eat a pussy like another pussy. Now, don't get me wrong. You're a great fuck. But, when it comes to eating cunt, you're still an amateur."

What Henrietta doesn't tell either of the guys is that we get together a couple of times a week for some mutual muff diving. There's nothing like 'lovin' something from the oven', and her oven is usually full of goodies. What we usually do is get our guys to fuck us the night before. That way, we are getting the best of both worlds when we get together. We're the 'Creampie 69 for Lunch Bunch'.

Then, it dawns on me. Ah, fuck! Why isn't he chasing Sam and Henrietta out of the house so that he can bang my box? That is, unless he wants them to watch. You kinky bastard! Or, unless he's truly too tired to fuck. Not again! That bastard probably screwed some whore in his hotel room last night and is not interested in my fuck box now. But, the real question is 'Did that whore have a pussy or cock?' For, just recently I learned that my hubby loves to play for both teams.

I'm horny as Hell, and my snatch needs a good workout. My ass is full of cum, but my puss is not. Its feeling neglected right now and wants some equal time. But, it looks like he's too tired to fuck. This happens whenever he travels and gets some strange pussy the night before he comes home. That's when he realizes that I'm still gagged with one of my scarves. He comes over and unties the scarf gagging my mouth. But, he also leaves my hands tied behind my back.

"Well, for what do we owe this surprise?" he asks.

"I thought that I would surprise you with your two favorite things: Pizza and pussy," I reply. "But, I didn't know you were bringing our fuckin' friends home. But, what the Hell. They can watch if they want. They can even join in. Which to you want to eat first -- pizza or pussy?"

"Well, how did you know that we were catching an early flight?" he answers.

Good question. I've got to think fast.

"Lucky guess," I reply. "I just didn't know how long I would be gagged and bound."

"I didn't tell her anything," Henrietta replies. "I didn't get a chance to call her after you called and asked me to pick you guys up at the airport tonight."

'Stupid cunt!' I want to yell. But I decide to keep my mouth shut before he figures out that I was not expecting him home tonight.

"Well, here's the thing," he comments. "I am definitely hungry, but I'm also very tired. Mind if I take a rain check on the pussy?"

You Bastard! Who did you fuck last night in your hotel room? Weren't you traveling with Sam? Did you two hire some whores? Or, did you and Sam suck each other off?

"Why don't you sit down and have a slice or two," I calmly reply. "If you untie my wrists, I will gladly unzip your pants and give you a blow job while you are eating. Then, we can see what happens after that."

"Can I fuck her instead?" Sam asks.

"Only if she's eating my twat while you do her," Henrietta answers. She's always been one horny, oversexed bitch."

After hearing all three comments, hubby walks over to the kitchen table. Just before he sits down, he unbuckles his belt, drops his pants, and then pulls his shorts down to his ankles. Next, he sits his naked ass down on one of the chairs and begins to eat a slice of pizza.

"Pizza, Sam?" he asks. "Or, do you have something better to eat?"

"Listen, bitch," Sam says to Henrietta. "I think it's time to go. After all, it looks like they want some privacy."

"Well, why don't you have some pizza, too?" my hubby says to his friend. "Maybe she'll give you a BJ when she's done with me. After all, she's not in a position to argue right now."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he says to me. "You promised me a blow job. So, get your fuckin mouth over here and suck my big cock!"

As I am crawling past her, Henrietta reaches down and fingers my ass. I know that she can feel cum leaking from my brown hole. But, she says nothing.

"OK, you big stud," Henrietta says to her husband. "All of this fuckin' talk is making me horny as Hell. Take me home, tie me up, and fuck the living shit out of all three of my holes. Or, do it here. I don't care. Just do it!"

With that, Sam drops the slice of pizza that he's eating, stands up, grabs Henrietta by her hair, and drags her towards our back door.

"Call me in the morning," Henrietta says as she's dragged out the door. "I think that we will both have something to talk about."

 *

Chapter Two

So, even though I am still mad at him for fucking some whore last night, I crawl forward and begin to suck hubby's cock -- with my hands still tied behind my back. I give him the best BJ ever. I love the feel of his big man meat plunging in and out of my cocksucking mouth. I feel his helmet banging the back of my throat. I try to use my lips to capture his meat, but it's too big. With each stroke I feel it getting bigger and bigger. Harder and harder. Longer and longer. He fucks my face for at least 10-15 minutes.

Suddenly I feel him grab the back of my head and force his big, black, beautiful cock deep into my throat. It's not long before he stops his plunging motion, pushes his cock as far forward as it will go, and then shoots his wad. Thousands of little swimmers fill my mouth. Surprisingly, I want more. I want him to choke me with his cock and cum. And, he does it all while continuing to munch on his second slice of pizza.

After he finishes eating his pizza, and, of course, shooting his wad into my mouth, he grabs me by my left tit and drags me through the living room and out onto our front porch stoop. There he ties me bent over the front railing -- facing the street with my tits hanging down for the entire neighborhood to see. He also gags me with my scarf again.

Just as he's about to go back into the house, he turns and says, 

"I'll call Carolyn for you. I'll tell her to call Henry and tell him that you need another pizza delivery. She can also tell him that it's safe to come back and finish what he started earlier." 

He then goes back into the house and leaves me tied and naked on our porch. Well, I am left there by myself for quite some time. I am totally naked and humiliated. The entire neighborhood can see everything that I've got to offer. After about an hour or so, Sam and Henrietta come back over to the house. Only, Henrietta ignores me and goes straight into the house. Sam, on the other hand, does not. He walks up behind me and begins to play with my tits. 

Next, he begins to kiss the back of my neck. Evidently hubby has told him that I love to have my neck kissed. On the rare occasions that hubby wants to fuck and I'm not in the mood, kissing my neck usually gets him what he wants. There must be a link from my neck to my pussy. Kissing my neck always gets my pussy hot.

"Henrietta tells me you've been a bad girl tonight," Sam whispers into my ear. "She tells me that you've got a surprise in your asshole. I love surprises. Especially if they're from some strange guy. When I got home I fucked Henrietta in the ass. Several times. Right now your hubby is probably eating my cum from her bung hole. Who's cum will I be eating from yours? The pizza delivery guy? Don't worry. I will replace whatever I eat."

The next thing I know he's on his knees tonguing my asshole. I love it when hubby does that. I even love it when Henrietta does it. But, it's the first time that Sam has ever done anything with my ass. Sure, we've fucked a bunch of times. Usually on the same bed while watching hubby do Henrietta. And, I've rimmed his ass a time or two. But, he's never even kissed either of my ass cheeks. He's always been bashful about ass sex at our parties. Or, at least that's what I thought until tonight. 

But, he's not bashful now. He quickly dives in and begins to lick the pizza guy's cum from my asshole. I don't know why Henrietta thinks he's an amateur. His tongue is very talented. It's long, slender, and he sure knows how to use it -- at least on my ass. God, it feels so good. After about 15 minutes of tonguing my ass: Hallelujah! He begins to lick my puss. It doesn't take me long before I want to beg him to fuck me. 

That's when he whispers that he promised Henrietta that he will only fuck my ass. Just like the pizza guy. Next, I feel the head of his beautiful black cock probing my nether hole. I want to scream 'Put it in, you fucker!' But, he's in control. I'm all tied up, and I have a gag in my mouth. So, I have to wait until he's good and ready. Which should be any second now?

Then, I feel it. Damn. The fucker's going to do it without lube. Why are men so fuckin' heartless? Doesn't he know that fucking a bitch in the ass with no lube hurts like Hell? Or, has Henrietta told him that we've been ass sluts since high school? Hell, back then the two of us probably had half of the cocks in the school in our asses at one time or another. And, they only lube we had then was our own spit.

But, that's ancient history. Right now his cock is pounding my ass. For the second time tonight, I am getting an anal fucking without lube. And, it fuckin' hurts. Thank God some of the pizza guy's cum is still in there. At least it's not totally dry back there. Pain and pleasure euphoria, round two! He keeps banging away. No romance here. Pure animal sex. Not an ounce of love. Just raw, barbarian, ass fucking.


Nadine's Submissive Games



But, I love it anyway. 'Pound me good, you fucker! Make me so sore that I can't sit down in the morning.' He just keeps pounding away. Eventually I feel him about to climax. He grabs my tits just as he makes one final thrust before emptying his balls in my ass. God, it feels like he's just filled me up. How can that be? He fucked Henrietta twice before coming over here. Man, he must have one Hell of a quick recovery time. But, I can feel his cum deep inside my rectum. God, I need it in my pussy now. 'How about it stud? Can you do it again in my cunt?'

About that time Henrietta comes back out of the house -- totally naked. 

"Well, stud," she says to him. "Let's go home. I've got a real treat for your dessert."

"You go ahead." Sam replies. "I need to talk with George about our presentation tomorrow." He then goes inside the house.

As Henrietta walks out to her car -- still totally naked -- I can see cum dripping from her asshole. Fuck, the bitch just fucked my hubby. Hubby wouldn't fuck me, but he fucked her in the ass. When I get free from here I'm gonna kill him.

"How about me, bitch?" I try to yell to Henrietta. But, of course it comes out all mumbled since I am still gagged with one of my silk scarves.

"What you say, bitch?" she yells back. "Oh, you want to clean my cunt and asshole? But, your mouth is already full. What a shame! I guess you will have to do that in the morning. See ya later!"

With that, she struts back out to her car -- still totally naked. I now understand that she's a bigger exhibitionist bitch than me.

After Henrietta leaves, I am kept there all night by that SOB hubby of mine. I am bare-ass naked, gagged, and bent over the porch railing for all to see. And more! During the night two carloads of guys and a carload of bitches come driving by. All three stop when they see my predicament and decide to take advantage of me. Before the night is over, I've got cum dripping from all three of my holes. My fuckin' hubby just leaves me there to get fucked by anyone driving by until morning.

Eventually Carol shows up. It's a repeat of the session with Sam and Henrietta. She's with the pizza guy, Henry. Like Henrietta, she goes into the house alone, leaving me there alone with Henry. This is between the times the first carload of guys leaves and the second one arrives. Only now I've got cum dripping from all three of my holes.

It's a repeat performance. For the second time tonight the pizza guys fucks me in the ass. Without any lube! The bastard must be a sadist. While he's doing that, Carolyn is up in our bedroom getting fucked by my hubby -- and probably Sam, too. God, I'm gonna kill that bitch someday. But, unlike Henrietta, when she's done she doesn't leave.

Instead she comes down to the porch and tells Henry that he's wanted upstairs. Later I learn that although Henry is straight, he always loves a good BJ and doesn't care who gives it to him. Now I am learning that Carolyn is bi -- just like me. I should have never told her that Henrietta and I like to play 'Creampie 69'. Only tonight there's no 69 with Carolyn. We only play 'Eat Carolyn's Creampie!'

But, to do this she has to free me from my bondage. She frees me from the railing, but does not untie my wrists. Next, she forces me to my knees, plants her cum filled pussy right on my face, and then tells me to clean hubby's cum from her puss. Of course, she knows that I love 'clean up duty'. I've even told her about doing it to Henrietta. But, this is the first time that she's fucked my hubby. It's weird eating his cum from her snatch. It still tastes good, though. Maybe even better than eating Sam's cum from Henrietta. If that is Sam's cum that I eat from Henrietta.

Well, I take my time cleaning out her cunt, for I kinda figure that my freedom is short lived. I am right. As soon as I get her cleaned out, Carolyn quickly turns me back around, bends me over the porch railing, ties me back up, and gags me again. I want to yell, 'Fuck you, you nasty bitch!' But, of course, I can't. Not with my mouth filled with my own scarf.

Finally, I remind myself that I'm a submissive at heart. When hubby's at home, we have a maledom domestic discipline relationship. He's in charge, and I do what he tells me most of the time. Not always; but most of the time. When he's traveling, then I spend a lot of time talking with some internet doms and dommes. Carolyn's one of my internet dommes. She learned a long time ago that I will do almost anything that she tells me. That's how I got in this position tonight. Fuckin' bitch!

Well, right before dawn, the third carload comes by. This time it's a carload of black bitches. Each one is barely dressed. Each has on a very short skirt and a skin tight top that shows most of her tits. It's obvious that none of them is wearing a bra or panties. Whenever any of them bends over, you can see their pink. They're probably a bunch of whores on their way home from a night of street walking. 

By now it's almost dawn. They've probably been fucking anything with a cock all night. I am sure that if they would drop their pants, I would find their asses or pussies -- and probably both -- filled with cum just like mine. But, of course, they don't do that. All they do is give me a hard time about being tied naked to the porch railing outside my own home. 

"Boy, you must have really pissed off your man," one says. "I'll bet he's gonna give you a good whoopin' in the morning."

At that moment I figure that she's right. But, I'm never gonna admit it to that bitch.

Then, another one says to her friends, "Maybe we should warm her up for her ole man. He's probably asleep right now. I'll bet he'll love finding his bitch with red marks on her ass when he gets up."

"Whip her with what?" the second one asks.

"How about this?" the third one says as she pulls a two inch wide leather belt from her purse. "I bet this will give her 'what for'."

"Why the fuck not?" the third one says. "Who knows -- maybe he'll whip us, too."

Next, I hear a whistling in the wind sound.

CRACK!

The one with the belt lands a good stroke on my left ass cheek.

CRACK!

This time it lands on my right cheek.

CRACK!

Then both cheeks at once. This fuckin' bitch is good. She's either been whipped a lot, or done some whipping herself. Probably both. She knows what she's doing. She's probably got some clients into BDSM.

CRACK!

My left cheek again.

And so it goes. The bitches take turns whipping my ass with their leather belt. After about 30 minutes of whipping me, I hear the front door open.

"Sorry, sir," one of the girls says to hubby. "I hope we didn't wake you."

"Well, you did," he replies. "You girls are just as naughty as my whore."

'My whore?' He just called me his 'whore' in front of three bitches who've probably been fucking and sucking for money all night. If any of us is a 'whore', it's them!

"So, what are you going to do about it?" one of them asks.

"Ever had three black bitches at once?" a second one teases.

"Only in my dreams," he replies.

"Well, let's go make your dreams come true," the third one suggests.

Then, all three of the bitches go into my house with my hubby, leaving me still gagged and tied to my own porch railing. I know that they're not in there talking about the weather!

Before long, it's daybreak. Most of my neighbors are on their way to work. I'm still naked and tied to my porch for everyone to see. It's humiliating and kinky at the same time. I guess that I'm also an exhibitionist at heart. The more neighbors that see me there, the wetter my puss becomes. Right now I just want some stranger to stop by and fuck me some more.

After about an hour or so, the three twats come back out of the house. So does hubby and Sam. But, hubby really looks tired. After all, he's spent the night getting his cock sucked by me, Sam, Henrietta, Carolyn, and a carload of whores. Plus, he's probably fucked at least five cunts in their asses and/or pussies. Now, I want that cock in mine.

However, that's not what he has in mind. After the black bitches leave, he releases me from my public bondage. But, instead of letting me clean up my pussy and ass, he tells me to meet him in the garage. I know what that means. The only time we go in there is when I am about to be punished. When we get there, he releases my wrists from the cuffs behind my back. Only he then re-cuffs my wrists over my head to cuffs hanging down from the 'punishment beam'.

The 'punishment beam' is an overhead beam located in the middle of the garage. There are 2 cuffs hanging down from the beam by 6" long chains. The chains are located about 4' apart, so when I am hanging there my arms are pulled both outwards and upwards. When locked in, my feet do not touch the floor. But, that doesn't matter, for he locks me in ankle cuffs which pull my legs outward, too. Once secured, I am chained as if I am on a St. Andrews or X-Cross you see on some of the BDSM web sites.

Once I am secured spread-eagled above the floor, he removes my gag so that we can talk. I ask him why he is doing this now, and why he did what he did last night. He explains that when they drove up last night, they all see the pizza guy's car parked in front of our house. They also all figure that I have simply ordered pizza for my dinner. 

But, he also says they were all surprised when they walked into the kitchen and saw me kneeling on the floor with my legs spread wide, my snatch already wet and dripping, my hands tied behind my back, and my mouth gagged with one of my scarves. They also see that the pizza guy is gone. They all figured that they had just interrupted me fucking the pizza guy. If they only knew that he was fucking my ass, not my cunt. 

"There's no way that you could have tied your wrists behind your back without help," he tells me.

Yup, he is right, too. 

He also explains that later, while I am giving him a BJ, he sees cum dripping from between my legs. He thinks it's coming from my pussy. But, either way, he knows that I have fucked the pizza guy. That's when he decides to punish me by tying me to the porch railing completely naked and leaving me for anyone to use during the night. My offer to give him a BJ only delays that action.

Believe it or not, down deep I like getting treated like a pure slut. It's in my nature to submit to him and others. After suspending me spread eagled, he says that he has to go to work. But, he decides to give me a little incentive not to fuck the pizza guy again. But, he doesn't whip me. He has another punishment in mind. 

He gets a set of nipple clamps -- you know, the kind with alligator clip style teeth -- and places them on both of my tits. He then attaches little weights to the nipple clamps. He does the same to my cunt. Three clamps on each of my cunt lips. He puts weights on all of them, too. He then tells me he has to go to work and leaves.

He leaves me like that all day. I'm hanging like that all fuckin' day. Thank God our daughter is away on a trip with her friends this week. I would hate for her to see me like this. She has seen me get whipped before. But, she's never seen me hanging in the garage with alligator clips, and weights, dangling from my tits and cunt.

About an hour after he leaves for work, I hear Henrietta enter the house. Hubby evidently left the kitchen door unlocked. She's yelling my name. But, naturally she cannot find me. Or, so I think. Eventually the side door of the garage opens.  

"W-T-F!" (What the Fuck!) She yells when she spots me hanging there. "What has that bastard done to you? He may be a good fuck. But, he's a real bastard. You should consider leaving him. Sam would never to that to me. At least he never leaves me hanging when he's not at home. What would happen if you need some medical help? Your hubby is a real bastard. You need to get the fuck out before he kills you."

Then, she gets a real nasty look in her eye. She spots the cat o' nine tails whip hanging on the back wall of the garage. She quickly walks over and gets the cat. She then walks back where I can see her and begins to run the handle of the cat along my tits. Then down my front until it's just above my slit. Next, she begins to tease my puss with the handle. We've done this routine before. I know that she's just dying to whip my ass with the cat. But, for some reason she does not.

"I think that you really would love a good whipping," she adds. "But, you went through a lot of shit last night. Maybe now is not the right time. How about this? If you promise to come to my house sometime tomorrow morning and eat my cunt, I will skip the whipping right now. Agreed?"

I want to say 'Fuck you! Get me down from here!' But, of course I cannot. After all, my mouth is gagged. She continues to tease me with the cat handle. But, eventually she says that she needs to get home before Sam misses her. She promises to come back and check on me later in the day. But, she does not release me from my bondage. Fuckin' bitch!

By the time hubby gets home, both my tits and my cunt are sore as hell. But, when he releases me, he's naked as a jaybird and his big banana is rock solid. But, after releasing me, he cuffs my hands behind my back again. I spend the rest of the night light that. But, I still don't get any rest. We spend the rest of the night fuckin' like newlyweds at a bondage party. 

By morning I can barely walk -- or sit. My cunt, tits, and ass have never been this sore without a whipping. I've got cum dripping from all three of my holes. But, he leaves me totally naked and with my hands still cuffed behind my back. As he leaves for work he tells me that if I want my hands released I need to call either Henrietta or Carolyn and ask for their help.

God, I hate that fucker! Henrietta might be right. Maybe I should leave his ass.

*

Chapter Three

After hubby leaves for work I go up to the bedroom to take a nap. I don't know how long I sleep, but when I look outside I see there are very few people moving about. Most of the adults have left for work and their kids have all gone to school. So, I decide to go talk with Henrietta. She's been my B-F-F (Best Friend Forever) ever since high school. We can tell each other all our troubles. And cry on each other's shoulders. We have a relationship that's better than sisters. Or, so I thought until I walk into her house.

We have always had an 'open door' relationship. We never lock our back doors when we are home. Each of us has permission to enter without knocking during the day. After spending yesterday hanging by my wrists with weights dangling from both my tits and cunt lips, then spending the night serving as my hubby's legal whore, I need someone to talk to. Or, more specifically -- a shoulder to cry on. And, of course, someone to free my wrists. Henrietta is that person.

But, as I approach her back yard, I hear noises coming from her garage. Male noises. To be specific: Sloppy male voices. I am now afraid of what I will find. But, I am also curious as Hell. I know that looking into the garage may not be safe. After all, I'm still bare-ass naked with my hands cuffed behind my back. But, what the fuck! After the past day and two nights, what else could happen to me? Right? So, I sneak over to the window and peak into the garage. What I see is a different side of Henrietta's hubby. And my hubby, too!

What I see is my hubby hanging by his wrists from an overhead beam. Just like what he did to me yesterday. He's totally naked, hanging by his wrists, with his feet completely off the floor. His ankles are cuffed and pulled sideways by chains. He's suspended with his body forming an X-Cross. Just like he does to me when he whips my ass.

I also see Sam, Henrietta's hubby. He's also totally naked. He's kneeling between my hubby's knees while sucking my hubby's cock. I continue watching as Sam continues to suck hubby's cock. After about 15 minutes, hubby spurts his load -- onto Sam's face. Soon afterwards, Sam releases hubby and tells hubby to follow him into the house for some more M2M sexual fun. Just then I see Sam turn and spot me watching through the garage window. I quickly decide to get the fuck out of there and go back over to my house.

When I get home I am pissed. Very pissed! But, I'm also turned on at the same time. I can't wait to finger myself to an O. In fact, I only go as far as the family room before I roll around on the floor until I am able to pull my arms around my legs, thus allowing me to move my cuffed wrists in front of my body instead of behind it. Soon I am lying on my back on the sofa while my magic fingers play with my cunt. Of course, I forgot to lock the back door when I got home. I am in the middle of my self-pleasure session when Henrietta walks into the kitchen. I am still naked and cuffed when she walks into the family room.

"God!" she comments when she sees my naked body. She also spots how wet my cunt is. "You're one horny bitch! After everything that you've done the past two days, I would think that you'd be all fucked out by now. But, look at that wet cunt. You're definitely one horny bitch! Here, let me take care of that for you."

She quickly walks over and pushes me back down onto the sofa, opens my legs, and then drops to her knees between my legs. The next thing I know she's tongue fucking my pussy. She does it so well, too. While her tongue is pleasuring my clit, one of her hands wonders up my chest and begins to fondle my left tit. The other hand reaches behind me and begins to play with my ass. Eventually I have her tongue in my cunt and her finger in my ass. I love every moment of it.

It doesn't take her long to get me off. Once I come back down to earth, she stands up and then grabs my hand and pulls me back to my feet. She then begins to lead me towards the kitchen. She continues to lead me through the kitchen, out the door, and eventually into the garage. 

O-M-G! (Oh, my God!) Is she going to hang me by my wrists in the garage, too? Is she going to hang me by my wrists, then whip my ass? Just like hubby does? But, she then goes over to a shelf and picks up a key. It's a handcuffs key. She unlocks the cuffs and frees my wrists. For the first time in almost two days I now have use of my hands. I feel that I owe her something. Maybe a good cunt lapping.

"Com'ere, you lovely bitch," I order as I drop down onto my knees. "Let me taste that lovely cunt of yours."

"Not now," she replies. 

"Don't you want reciprocity?" I ask.

"No," she replies. "I fucked Sam all night. Let's go back into the kitchen. Right now all I want is some coffee. Then, what do you say that we go into town for lunch? I hear that there's a great soul food place that just opened on Fifth. But, first, tell me what the fuck got you so hot and horny this morning. After all, if I know George, you probably could not walk when he left for work earlier today."

Of course, I should be feeling a bit uncomfortable as we walk into my kitchen. After all, she's totally clothed and I'm totally naked. But, for some reason it doesn't bother me at all. I quickly fill the coffee maker with water and begin to brew a fresh pot as she sits down at the table. I turn and face her, lean my ass against the counter, and make sure that my legs are open as I begin to tell her about what I just saw in her garage. 

As I tell her what I saw earlier, I can feel my cunt lips getting a wide on. God, what a horny slut I am. I am making myself horny again just telling Henrietta about what our two hubbies were doing to each other. I'm also daydreaming about what it would have felt like if she had done that to me a few minutes ago. That's when she catches me staring at her puss.

"Why that no good fuckin' pig," she screams. "I told him about stopping that shit. You know, of course, that Sam and George were up in your bedroom the other night sucking each other off while you were tied to the porch railing. I whipped Sam's ass good for that one. But, he's going to get his ass beat again. That fuckin' homo just won't quit. B-T-W, (by the way) you need to take control of that bastard hubby of yours, too. You should be beating his ass, not the other way around!"




Nadine's Submissive Games



She then tells me that she and Sam have a maledom domestic discipline relationship just like George and me. But, they also have a femdom dominant one, too. She says that she always whips Sam's ass whenever she catches him sucking cock. She said that she will be more than willing to help me change things around if I want. 

"Well," I tell her. "I'm a natural submissive. I don't give orders well. I like it when he takes control -- even if it means that I get my ass whipped." 

"So am I," Henrietta admits. "I love it when a guy ties me up, whips me, and fucks the shit out of me. But, I am also tired of Sam fucking other guys. So, every time he does I beat his ass. It's either that, or I kick the fucker out. You should do the same to your hubby."

"Tell you what," she adds. "When I get home I will email you some pictures of our hubbies sucking and fucking each other. You can use those to blackmail George's ass. Tell him to either submit to a good ass whipping, or you'll publish them on the internet as well as send copies to everyone in his office. That's how I got Sam to submit to his first good ass whipping. Trust me, honey, it works. Now I probably whip his ass more frequently than he whips mine. Once you whip his ass the first time, you will want to do it again. You will see what I mean once we do it."

Then, without warning, she reaches over and starts to rub my tits with one hand while giving me a big smile. She then grabs my wrist and turns me around so that I am facing the counter. She then begins to rub my ass with her hands. She even bends over and kisses both of my ass cheeks. That gets my bisexual juices flowing. But, that's not what she has in mind -- at this particular moment.

"Besides," she adds. "It doesn't look like your ass and tits can take much more abuse. Maybe it's time we give him a taste of his own medicine. Now, don't get me wrong. Sam still spanks my ass when I fuck up. But, when he fucks up, he gets it, too. You need to do the same with your hubby. And, make sure to use your pussy to your advantage. Make sure that the only time he gets fucked is by you and on your terms. That's why I beat Sam's ass whenever I find out that he's been sucking cocks. Thank God that he doesn't know about our trips to the dyke bars."

With that, she reaches over and grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the computer in the family room. But, she then takes off her skirt and panties before sitting down in front of the keyboard and monitor. Next, she tells me that she's going to set up a private email account for my eyes only, and that I should never tell hubby of its existence. 

"But, while I do that, I am going to collect on that reciprocity offer you made a little while ago," she adds. "Get on your knees, crawl between my legs, and get me off while I am setting up your account."

"I thought you'd never ask," I reply as I drop to my knees and crawl between her legs. 

For the next five or ten minutes all I hear is her fingers pounding away on the keyboard, plus an occasional moan of joy, as I lap away at her cunt and nibble on her clit. Eventually she reaches down and grabs me by the hair, forces my head further between her legs, and presses my face tight against her snatch. My face is quickly soaked as she erupts -- coating me with her juices. 

"Now, let's go have some fun," she tells me after she comes back down to earth. "Go put on the sexiest, most erotic panties that you own. The ones that you use when you're horny as Hell. Ones that scream 'Fuck me!' Don't worry about a bra. Just put on the panties. That's all you'll need for right now."

"And," she adds. "Don't clean my cum from your face. It makes you look even sexier."

A few minutes later I return wearing a G-string panty that's to die for. It's nothing but a small triangle of black, see-through satin that barely covers my slit. It's held in place by a series of very thin elastic bands. And, the band that goes between my legs disappears into my crack as it goes up between my ass cheeks. She is wearing a set that is almost as daring. We are two very hot mammas looking for some naughty fun.

"OK, let's go surprise the guys," she says as she heads for my back door. 

I realize that she wants to go over to her house where the two guys are sucking and fucking each other, so I reach for my blouse. She knocks it out of my hand and tells me that I won't need anything else for what she has in mind. She then turns and begins to wiggle her cute black ass as she walks towards the kitchen.

"Wait a minute," I yell as it's apparent that she wants to go from my house to hers dressed, or should I say undressed, like this. "We can't go out dressed like two whores. I need to put something on before we go out in public."

"Y-G-T-B-K-M!" (You've got to be kidding me!) she answers. "Hell, you were totally naked and tied to your porch railing for everyone in the neighborhood to see two nights ago. The entire neighborhood knows what your goodies look like. Hell, some of them even sampled them. Don't be so modest. This is going to be fun once we get to my house."

Down deep I know what she says is right. So, I swallow my pride -- again -- and just follow her lead. We go out through the kitchen, out my back gate, down the driveway, across the street, and up three houses to her place. Once again, we go in through the kitchen. She is careful so the door does not make any noise as she closes it. 

We slowly creep up the stairs where we hear the guys still fucking and sucking each other in the master bedroom. She slowly opens the door and we see Sam fucking George in the ass while he pulls on George's hair. She then pushes the door wide open, allowing it to bang against the wall. The noise startles the two guys.

"W-T-F?" (What the fuck?) she screams at them both. Suddenly they both turn around and see us standing there wearing nothing but G-string panties. 

"Just what in the hell are you two doing in my bedroom?" Henrietta screams. "Sam, I thought you told me you were done fucking and sucking cocks. What the Hell is this?"

My hubby does not know what to say. I think that he's not only surprised that he was caught getting fucked in the ass by Sam, but that I am one of the ones to catch him in the act.

"Sam, you know what this means," Henrietta yells. "Go get the cuffs."

"I think that I better be going," my hubby says.

"Oh, no you don't!" I reply. "You're not going anywhere until I say you can go."

Just as hubby tries to get up, Henrietta takes charge again.

"Sam, cuff that SOB!" she tells her husband. "Then I want you both in the garage for your punishments."

Sam quickly goes over to one of the dressers where he takes out two sets of handcuffs. Next, he goes over to George and helps Henrietta turn George over onto his front, pulls his hands behind his back, and then helps Henrietta cuff his wrists behind his back. 

"You fuckin' bastard," hubby yells at Sam.

"You're the fuckin' bastard," I yell back. "You're over here fuckin' and suckin' Sam while you're supposed to be at work. You no good fuckin' bastard!"

Suddenly hubby has a look of surprise on his face. He's not used to me talking to him that way. Normally it's the other way around. But, he probably knows that I am pissed and he better not say anything more.

Finally, Sam turns his back to Henrietta and holds his hands behind his back while she snaps a set of cuffs on his wrists, too. Next, Henrietta grabs hubby by the cock and begins to lead him out of the bedroom. I quickly follow her lead and grab Sam by his cock and pull him forward. He has no choice but to follow. We lead both the guys down the stairs, out the back door, and into their garage. For the second time this morning, hubby is about to hang by his wrists in their garage.

When we reach the garage, Henrietta turns to me.

"Nadine," she announces for both guys to hear. "I am going to give Sam 100 lashes with the cat o' nine tails for sucking cocks without permission. You can stay and watch, take your cocksucker home, or you can join in the fun. It's your choice."

"Well," I reply. "What's good for one cocksucker is good for them all, right?"

"In that case, do you want to go first?" she asks.

"How about this?" I reply. "Why don't you whip my cocksucker and I will whip yours?"

"Sounds great to me," she replies. "She then pulls hubby over to stand on a little stool directly under the cuffs where she and I take him and cuff his wrists over his head. Once is he secure, she pulls the stool out from under him so that he's now hanging by his wrists about a foot above the garage floor. Next, she gets a cat-o-9-tail whip from its mooring on the back wall, and then stands directly behind hubby.

"Let's make this a pain and pleasure punishment," Henrietta adds. "Nadine, he's your hubby. Do you want to suck his cock while I whip him, or should I make my cocksucker do it?"

By now I am getting hornier by the minute. Suddenly sucking hubby's cock while he is getting whipped is making me hot. Then, I suddenly get a great idea. I drop to my knees directly in front of hubby's cock.

"I want some of the pleasure, too," I add. "How about this: I will suck hubby's cock while you whip him, but I want your hubby to fuck me doggy style at the same time."

"Done," Henrietta says. "Sam, you wanted to fuck that cunt two nights ago. Here's your chance. Fuck her good or I will double your punishment. And, remember, I get less angry when you cheat on me with pussy than I do when you cheat on me with cocksuckers."

Henrietta gives me a nod, so I lean forward and take my hubby's big, rock hard cock into my mouth. Just as I do that, I feel Sam's cock probing at my puss. 

CRACK!

As soon as the cat lands on hubby's ass, I feel George push his cock deeper into my cocksucker. At the same time, Sam forces his cock deep into my cunt. 

CRACK!

Again, hubby forces his cock deep into my mouth. At the same time, Sam plunges his cock deep into my snatch.

CRACK!

And so it goes. Before his whipping is done, hubby cums in my mouth twice and Sam cums in my snatch three times. God, that guy has a quick recovery time!

Next, we trade places. Now, I am the whipping mistress, Henrietta is the cocksucker, and hubby gets to fuck her. Only, unlike me, she wants it in her ass, not her twat. Of course, it's all at the expense of Sam, who's getting his ass whipped for sucking and fucking hubby's cock without his wife's permission.

It talks about an hour for us to finish whipping both guys. However, she does not let Sam down from his hanging perch. Instead, she re-cuffs hubby, grabs him by his cock, and leads him back into her house. I follow and see that she's taking him into her home office, where she fires up her computer. It only takes a few seconds before I see a photo gallery of Sam and hubby fucking and sucking together in Henrietta's bedroom. 

The next group is a set of photos all taken with them playing out in the garage. One is even a picture of hubby hanging by his wrists as Sam sucks his cock. It's probably one that was taken while I was watching the two of them earlier this morning. I eventually look away from the computer and see that hubby's eyes are big as saucers. Evidently he has no idea that Henrietta has been making photos of her husband's sexual escapades. She only smiles and nods to me. Now, it's my turn.

"Well," I begin. "Now that you know that we have a photographic record of your cocksucking and ass fucking experiences, there are going to be a few new rules in our house. Henrietta is emailing me all of these photos."

"Already done," Henrietta adds.

"OK, now that I have photo proof of your cheating on me with homos," I add.

"Bisexuals, not homos," Henrietta adds. "Sam fucks me regularly. He just likes George's cock and ass, too. He's bisexual, not a homo."

"OK, I stand corrected," I add. "Now that I have photo proof of you cheating on me with bisexual guys, we are going to institute some new rules in our relationship. Yes, just like before, I will still submit to punishments whenever I fuck up. But, you will do the same whenever you fuck up. Or, when you fuck anyone other than me. Male or female. You will be hung by your wrists and whipped just like today. Only, you won't get your cock sucked while you're getting whipped next time. Pain only. No pleasure."

"Also," I add. "I am done submitting to your sexual desires whenever it suits you. From now on, whenever we fuck it will be the way that I like it, when I like it, and where I like it. Your wants, needs and desires no longer matter."

"B-T-W," (by the way) I add. "If you do not agree to all of these terms and conditions, all of these photos will be emailed to everyone in your office, plus about four or five sex sites on the internet. You will be the most popular cocksucker in the world if you ever violate any of these terms and conditions. Agreed?"

Hubby's face is white as he's still in shock about what just happened. He does not know what to say.

"Agreed?" I ask again.

"Agreed," He replies meekly.

"OK," Henrietta says. "Now that's taken care of, let's go back out into the garage. I believe that both of them deserve to hang by their wrists all night."

*

Chapter Four

Not long after that, Henrietta and I leave both guys hanging by their wrists as we head back into the house. She shows me the cameras hidden in her bedroom, and then turns them off. That's so there won't be any photographic evidence of how we are going to spend the night in her bedroom. She then has me lay down on her bed on my stomach. Before I realize what is happening, she pulls my arms behind my back and locks my wrists in a set of handcuffs. Next, I feel her pull on my hair, forcing me to raise my head upwards. Suddenly I feel a collar getting locked around my neck.

"OK, bitch," she says. "Earlier today you told me that you love to be a submissive slut. For the rest of today, and probably tonight, too, you are going to be a submissive slut. The only question now is will you be that slut for me or someone else. Now, let's go back downstairs and I will show you what the guys have been doing when your hubby visits my house."

"What about the guys hanging out in the garage?" I ask.

"Fuck them!" Henrietta replies. "Tonight is about us, not them. Now, are you going to be a good little slave bitch, or should I whip your ass right now?"

"Whatever you want, Mistress," I reply. Henrietta only gives me a naughty look before tugging on a leash attached to my neck collar. She then leads me down the stairs and into her home office. She fires up the computer, and then tells me that slaves' never sit on the furniture. I am told to kneel in front of the computer monitor so that I can see the files that she's about to open. She then sits on a chair located directly behind me, reaches around my body, and begins to play with my tits with her left hand. Then, she grabs the computer mouse with her right hand and activates a hidden file.

Suddenly, there it is in all its glory. Hubby is on his knees, sucking Sam's big, black, gigantic cock. He alternates from tea bagging his balls to sucking his cock. The show continues for about five minutes. The entire time that I am watching hubby suck Sam's cock, Henrietta is playing with my tits. God, I'm getting hornier and hornier by the second. 

"Mistress," I ask. "May I assume that you have sent me these files for my records, and to blackmail my cocksucking hubby, too?

"I have sent you everything you need to blackmail that cocksucking bastard you married," she replies. "But, there are some things that I do need to keep private. So, no, I did not send you everything. But, like I said before, you have enough to nail his ass to the wall -- or humiliate him publicly -- if necessary. Now, is it turning you on to watch your hubby suck Sam's cock?"

"This is great shit!" I exclaim as I watch the guys. "My subby blood is flowing straight to my cunt right now. I'm tempted to go out to the garage and suck his big cock myself. Or, get him to fuck my ass like he did the other night."

"We can do better than that," Henrietta says. "Have you ever fantasized what it was like for our ancestors to be black bitches during the slavery days? Well, I know of a place that will allow us to live out that fantasy. It's a private theme club for re-living the days of antebellum slavery. All black women, no matter what their ages, entering the club must voluntarily agree to be submissive, temporary slaves. All the 'Mastas' are white men or women. We will both have to agree to be sluts, slaves, and whores all night if we go in. Interested?"

By now I don't give a damn. All I want is some cock in one of my holes, and I don't care what its color. So, I agree. But, Henrietta does not release my wrists. She simply pulls me in my near naked state out to where her car is parked in her driveway. She forces me into the passenger side, gets behind the wheel, and starts the mother up. Soon we are traveling through town in broad daylight wearing nothing but see-through G-strings. 

About 45 minutes later we pull up to a building with no markings on its exterior. However, there is valet parking. Henrietta gets out, tosses her car keys to the valet, then comes over and helps me out of the car. She then leads me around the side of the building and knocks on an unmarked door. Another totally naked black woman opens door and invites us in. She has a collar around her neck that says 'Overseer Bitch'.

"Welcome to the Ebony Club, where African women come to re-live their slave heritage," she says as she opens the door for us. "Well, what do we have here? Slave Henrietta has brought us a surprise. What a lovely piece of chocolate. Hell, she looks good enough to eat. She'll look just great at the newcomer's auction tonight."

While the woman is admiring my body, Henrietta is getting her wrists cuffed behind her back. She also has a neck collar similar to mine locked around her back. The next thing I know we are led down a dark hallway and into a room full of similarly clad naked women. All of them are African-Americans, and all of them are in their 30's or older. Each of them also is cuffed with their arms behind their backs, and has a leash dangling down between their tits from a neck collar. And, each collar bears the same word, 'Bitch'. 

Suddenly the 'Overseer Bitch' steps to the center of the room and welcomes us to MILF Slave Night at the Ebony Club. She tells us that our voluntary slavery will begin in 10 minutes, and it will last until sunrise tomorrow morning. Next, she gives all of us a chance to back out and leave now. No one takes her up on that offer. 

Finally she tells us that she needs six volunteers to become glory hole slaves and asks which of us wants to volunteer for that duty. She also says that if enough of us don't step up and volunteer, she will pick eight of us for that duty. Henrietta leans over to me and says that she's going to volunteer, and asks me to join her. I agree, figuring that following Henrietta's lead tonight probably will be a good thing until I learn more about this club.

So after we volunteer, we are led off down another hall. Henrietta tells me that the others will be on the auction block in about 30 minutes, and some of the guys will want to get their rocks off before that action begins. Therefore, the glory holes probably will be busy until the auction starts.

When we get to the glory hole room, I see that there are about 9 or 10 different places that slaves can be locked. Each one has a series of four holes -- all aligned so that the 'Masta' or Mistress can easily get access to the slave's mouth, tits, or cunt without any problems. One by one we are pushed forward until all of our frontal sex is forced against the glory hole wall. Once we are in position, straps are wrapped around the back of our heads, shoulders, waists, and thighs. These straps ensure that our bits will be available most of the night.




Nadine's Submissive Games



"Don't forget, bitches," the Overseer Bitch reminds us before she leaves. "Failure to swallow a load is a whipping offense. So, swallow everything that they give you or else."

She no sooner closes the glory hole room door when I feel cock entering my mouth. 

"Suck me good, slave," I am told. "Or, I will see that you spend some time on the whipping post before the night is over."

His comment reminds me that during the antebellum period, black women were nothing but bitches to the white landowners. They were not considered human. They were just pieces of property that were bought and sold purely for the purpose of doing some form of 'work'. Quite frequently, that 'work' was to be a cum receptacle for 'Masta's cock'. Of course, an unplanned pregnancy only meant one more slave for the plantation. 

Right now, my 'work' is to get him off by giving him the best BJ that I know how to give. Thankfully, it's something that I learned early in my life to do. My mamma taught me how to give a proper BJ when I was eight. I've been sucking cock ever since. She also taught me that a submissive bitch's only purpose in life is to give pleasure to men. I lost my pussy cherry a year after giving my first BJ, and my ass cherry a year after that. Now, I love being a submissive bitch and Ebony slut. So, why should tonight be any different? 

So, I just give his big cock my best lip lock and allow him to fuck my mouth. God, he's big for a white boy. Or, at least I think he's white. After all, I can't see the owner of this nice, big piece of man meat. I just know that it feels good going in and out. With each stroke, he's getting longer and wider. I can feel the juices in my cunt beginning to run. My nips are getting harder, too. 

Suddenly, he pulls that marvelous prick completely out of my mouth. Oh Fuck! Is he unhappy? Am I headed for the whipping post? But, just as suddenly as that lovely man meat withdraws from my mouth, I feel it enter my cunt. Fantastic! He's even better at fucking a cunt than fucking a mouth. This guy must be a brotha! I've never had a white bastard fuck like this. Only black brothas!

Suddenly, while he's plunging in and out of my twat, I feel a mouth on my left tit. Then, another one starts sucking on my right tit. Shit! I must have the attention of three 'Mastas'. At least two. And, that's assuming that the guy fucking my twat is limber enough to bend over and suck one of my tits at the same time. But, he definitely cannot suck both tits simultaneously. Damn this wall! I want to see who's fucking me. But, then again, the theme of this club is that I'm nothing but a black slave bitch. My feelings don't matter, do they?

As I am in seventh heaven, I suddenly head Henrietta scream in pain. 

"FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!" she yells. "Suck, don't bite! That nipple is attached to my body, and I want it to stay that way!"

Suddenly, the door to the glory hole room bursts open. In come the Overseer Bitch and two dyke slaves. Henrietta is quickly unbuckled from the wall and then pulled up to face the Overseer Bitch.

"Slave Henrietta," the Overseer Bitch says. "You know better than to talk to any of our white Mastas like that. I have no choice but to send you to the whipping post."

"But, the SOB tried to bite my tit off!" Henrietta answers.

"Listen, bitch," the Overseer Bitch answers. "You, better than most of the bitches in this room, know that we have no rights. You volunteered to be a black submissive slave bitch for the night. You also know that anything goes. You also know that in slave times any fuck-up by a plantation slave bitch always ended up with her getting a good whipping. Well, you're going to experience that part of the fantasy now. Take her away and strap her to Whipping Post 3. Her Masta will be along shortly to whip her ass."

With that, the two dyke bitches drag Henrietta out of the door, followed closely by the Overseer Bitch. But, before she leaves, she reminds us that any more outbursts like Henrietta's will earn us a severe whipping, too. She then leaves the room, and I think I hear a lock snapped shut after the door is closed. It sounds like we're locked in this room for the rest of the night.

Shortly after Henrietta is dragged from the room, I feel the cock pounding my puss begins to swell. A sure sign that it's about to cum. Suddenly it thrusts hard and deep into my twat and begins to spit out its seed. Thousands of little swimmers flood my cunt. At the same time, the mouth sucking on my left tit bites down. Hard! Fuck, he's trying to bite it off, too. But, unlike Henrietta, I don't care. I have always loved the mixture of simultaneous pain and pleasure. My cunt is receiving pure pleasure! And, for some reason that I have never understood, my tit is receiving pain. Pleasurable pain. I don't know why, but I love it.

After he shoots his wad into my puss, I feel that lovely cock withdraw from my cunt. But, he's not done. He, or someone, suddenly begins to lap at my twat. It must be clean-up time. Maybe this guy is more thoughtful than I would have ever guessed. I've never had any guy fuck me, then clean-up his mess by licking his cum from my cunt. God, I'm still horny. That tongue feels great. 

"Keep it up," I yell through the wall, "You lovely bastard, and I will cum again. Fffffuuuuuccccckkkk! Here it comes. Ddddaaammmmnnnn ttttthhhhaaatttt ffffeeeellllss gggrrrreeeeaaattt!!!!!"

Two cums in less than five minutes. Hubby has never done that to me. Maybe I need to get this guys' name.

"Thank you," I yell through the wall. "My name is Nadine. You can cum in me anytime. Just ask the Overseer Bitch for my phone number. I will be your slave and bitch anytime you want."

"I am to please," is the reply that echoes through the glory hole wall. "I may do that. But, I usually spank my bitches before I fuck them. Are you into that?"

"Promises! Promises! Promises!" I reply. "I can't wait!"

"Until next time," he replies. "Now I need to find someone to get me ready for round two. But, I want to watch that bitch get whipped first. Don't go anywhere."

Don't go anywhere? Fuck! I'm strapped in this position until morning. How in the Hell am I going to go anywhere. Just go watch my friend get whipped, and then bring that lovely cock back to me!

But, unfortunately, I don't hear his voice any more the rest of the night. Or, feel that cock either. At least, I don't think that he comes back. If he does, he doesn't say anything and his cock is not as good the second time around. But, I don't go unfulfilled. Less than five minutes after he finishes cleaning my cunt, giving me my second O in less than five minutes, I feel another cock forcing its way into my mouth.

And, so it goes. All night long. Before the night comes to an end, I give at least two dozen BJs and at least a dozen more cunt fucks. And, I don't know how many guys try to bite my nips off my tits. By the time I am released from the glory hole room, both my jaw and cunt muscles are sore. In fact, everything between my legs is so sore that I can barely walk. What's worse is that with every step, both of my tits jiggle and bounce. Each one is black and blue. Sorer than Hell from the many bites that each received during the night. But, once again, I love every second of it. What a wonderful night.

When I catch up with Henrietta, I see cum dripping from her cunt, her ass, and her mouth. Not only that, but that her back, her ass, and her tits are all covered with red welts. She was whipped well. But, my guess is that she loved every second of it, too.

"Well, bitch," Henrietta says when she sees me. "Let's go home and let the fuckin' cocksuckers loose. After the cocksuckers go to work, I know the perfect place for us to go for breakfast. If I remember right, yesterday I promised you a shopping trip. I know just the place for us to go get some sexy shit.

"Let's go home, release them, and then remind them about what they'll be missing if they don't stop sucking cock," I reply.

"Hell, I think that they both will be happier living together and living with us," Henrietta replies.

"If that's the case, then I will kick his ass out," I answer. "Tonight proved to me that I don't need him to get all the cock that I want."

"I agree wholeheartedly," she replies. "Now, let's go home, kick the cocksuckers out the door, and then get cleaned up and go do some serious shopping!"

 *

Chapter Five

After returning from the Ebony Club, Henrietta and I release both of our hubbies, and then George and I return home. I tell him that in the future if I catch him fucking or sucking another guy, he will spend more time hanging from the garage rafters. Only this time it will be in our garage, and it will include a whipping with the cat without a BJ. Pain, not pleasure, the next time around.

"Do you agree to those terms?" I ask. "If not, pack up and get the fuck out of my life now!"

Naturally, he agrees. After all, who will do his cooking, cleaning, and laundry if I'm not around? Another pussy he can find. Finding another domestic slave will be more difficult.

After hubby leaves for work, fatigue starts to set in, so I call Henrietta and tell her that I need some sleep and am going to take a nap. I have been running on empty for about three days. Although I do want to go shopping with her, I need a cat nap first. She agrees and we decide to change our shopping trip to after lunch instead of after breakfast. She agrees to pick me up about noon. She then promises me both lunch and a rather unique shopping trip. She doesn't give me any details about the trip. She just says that it will be interesting.

With that, I head for the bedroom for a shower and a nap, not necessarily in that order. I set my alarm for 11, and then hit the hay. My cunt still contains cum, but I don't care. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I am in Never Never Land. The next thing that I know is the alarm is blaring away. I want to reach over and shut the damn thing off. But Henrietta will be here in an hour, and I need a good cleansing -- both inside and out. I not only need a good shower, but I also need a douche and an enema.

"Wear something that's easy and quick to remove," Henrietta tells me when she calls to insure that I am still willing and ready to go to lunch and shopping. "No bra, G-string panties, and a sun dress will be perfect."

Well, I don't know what she has in mind for today, but curiosity is killing me. So, I dig out the companion to the G-string that I wore yesterday. That one was black silk and the one I pick for today is white. Other than the color differences, they are identical. This one, just like the one I wore yesterday, barely covers my cunt. And its back strap disappears in my ass crack. I decide on a white flowered print sun dress which really shows off my chocolate tits, and, naturally, a set of 6" white FM stiletto heels. I don't know where we're going, but I'm dressed to fuck!

Like last night, Henrietta keeps our final destination a secret as she quickly drives us out of our neighborhood and into a part of town where all the rich WASPs live. However, we're just passing through WASP-town and end up driving about 15 miles outside of town. At this point all she will tell me is that we're going to a topless restaurant. Oh boy, I think. The place will be crowded with horny young guys ogling all the tits on display by the lily white server girls. 

Eventually she pulls up to what looks like a mansion. And, like last night, the front door is unmarked. But, once again, there is valet parking out front. She gets out and tosses her car keys to a very scantily clad boy. All he's wearing is a rhinestone lined jock. His chest and ass are totally exposed, and he appears to have a huge bulge hidden behind that jock. I feel my nips getting hard as I catch myself starring at his package.

As we enter the room, I see the female Matre'D / Hostess is wearing even less. She's totally naked except for a very skimpy G-String, and she has bells dangling from each of her nipples. In addition, her make-up appears to be dried cum.

"Welcome to the Topless Club, ladies," she greets us. "The dress check is to your right. Would you prefer a table in the Main Dining Room or the Golden Room?"

"The Main Dining Room for now," Henrietta replies. 

Then, she walks over to the check room, removes her sun dress, and hands it to another naked guy. She then gives me a dirty look when she sees that I am still wearing my dress. 

"We can't go in until you take your dress off."

"I thought we were going to a topless bar for lunch," I reply.

"I never said anything about a bar," she replies. "This is a very special place. The only customers allowed into the place are women. And, they must be topless before they can enter. Now, take your fuckin' dress off so we can have some lunch."

After I remove my sundress and hand it to the naked guy in the check room, the Matre'D / Hostess leads us into the main dining room and shows us to an empty table. While walking through the dining room, I notice that all of the patrons are, indeed, nearly naked women. But, what really surprises me is that some of them also have other naked women, all with their wrists cuffed behind their backs, on their knees under the table. My guess is those women are busy eating the cunts of the ladies sitting at the tables.

As the Matre'D / Hostess shows us to our table, I look down and see that the chairs have a rather unique design. They are all shaped like any other dining room chair on the back and top, but the front of the seat is a 'C' shape. When I sit down, I notice that my ass covers most of the seat, but my pussy hangs over the opening in the front. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that this chair is designed so that my cunt can be easily accessed while I eat.

Next, I look up and see a totally naked male server standing between Henrietta and me. Of course, his manhood is sticking straight out at us. Naturally, Henrietta reaches over and begins stroking his big cock. Without saying anything, she leans forward and takes his cock into her mouth. She sucks on it for about a minute, and then pops it back out. She then offers it to me. I do the same. I suck on it for about a minute, too. Then, Henrietta tells me that all we are allowed right now is a sample. So, I reluctantly let the lovely piece of young man meat out of my mouth.

"I want this for desert," she tells me with grin on her face.

"Would you ladies like to order from the Full Price or Lottery Special Menu?" he asks. 

"We've got places to go today," Henrietta replies. "Full Price for today. But, we would like to purchase a Lottery Girl."

Lottery Girl? What the fuck is that? Eventually we both order a steak salad with cum dressing and a bottle of chardonnay. The waiter nods his head, then turns and walks away with his cock bouncing up and down with each step he takes.

"What the fuck is a Lottery Girl?" I ask. 

Just as I finish my question, I see two totally naked girls crawling across the dining room. They both crawl over to our table, and, to my surprise, they both crawl under our table. The next thing I know I feel a tongue on my twat.

"There's two ways that you can pay for food here," Henrietta says. "Since we want to go shopping later, we are going to pay full price. However, if we were in a gambling mood, we could have specified the Lottery Special pricing. When you order from the Lottery Special Menu, you are gambling your freedom for reduced food prices. If you win, you get the food at about one-half as much as we will pay on the Full Price menu." 

"But, if you lose you become a cunt lapping slave for the remainder of the day. When the server brings your bill, he also brings a set of dice. Each diner must roll the dice. If the number you roll is even, then you win. If the number is odd, then you become a cunt lapping slave until the club closes. Both of the twats under our table lost while eating here this morning."

"OOOOHHHH!" I mumble as the slave licking my twat is getting me close. "It sounds like fun. Can we change our selection to the Lottery Special menu?"

"God, you're one horny whore," Henrietta comments. "Didn't you get enough last night?"

"Never!" I reply as two young server boys deliver our food. 

When the servers place our salads on the table, I notice that neither of them contains salad dressing. Then, each guy steps forward, points his cock at one of the salads, and proceeds to jack off. Eventually both shoot their loads onto our salads. Now I know what Henrietta meant when she ordered the salads with cum dressing. 

After the naked male servers leave, I ask Henrietta what it costs to belong to this club. She tells me that it's a combination of personal service time and money. She says that it costs $1,000 per year, plus three days as a Main Dining Room cunt lapping slave or one day as a Golden Room slave. I had forgotten about the Golden Room.

"Are you interested in joining?" she asks. "After all, you are one hot, bisexual babe. You would be really popular here working as a slave in either of the rooms. In fact, if you agree to spend a combined 30 days in the two rooms, you can waive the $1000 fee. That's what I do. All the rich white bitches love it when a chocolate drop slave is servicing their cunts."

"Sounds interesting," I reply. "But, what's the Golden Room? What do the Golden Room slaves have to do?"

"The Golden room is where all the food and drinks have special flavoring," Henrietta explains. "It's all natural, if you know what I mean."

"You're talking about piss, aren't you?" I reply. 

She nods her head in agreement.

"In the Golden Room, all food is flavored by soaking or simmering it in natural Golden Nectar, or what you commonly call piss," she explains. "In addition, the only drink that is served in that room is Golden Nectar. It's usually served warm, and normally is straight from the source. I didn't know you were into golden games."

"Fuck," I reply. "My mamma taught me to drink my daddy's piss when I was only eight. Hell, hubby makes me drink his piss almost every morning and night. Now, what the fuck are the duties of the Golden Room slaves?"

"They provide the Golden Nectar for the food and drinks," she explains. "They also are responsible for crawling under the tables for cunt lapping duties just like the slaves in the Main Dining Room. Only, in the Golden Room, they are also responsible for drinking any piss that their customer needs to expel. A Golden Room slave can expect to live on a steady diet of piss. No shit, but plenty of piss."

"Sounds kinky," I reply. "Can we give it a try now?"

"Remember when I told you earlier about the Lottery pricing," she asks me. I nod in agreement. 

"Well, in the Main Dining Room they use two dice," she explains. "There are six winning and six losing combinations. However, in the Golden Room, they only use one die. So, you're chance of losing is double. So, you may be spending tonight crawling on the floor in the Golden Room drinking piss. Are you ready for that?"

"Fuck, yea," I reply. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Win or lose."

When our server comes over with our bill, Henrietta asks him to call over the Matre'D / Hostess. When the Matre'D / Hostess arrives, Henrietta explains that we would like to change our pricing menu selection. She then tells her that we would like Golden Room Lottery Special pricing. She quickly asks Henrietta if she understands the penalty if we lose the lottery. After Henrietta nods her head in agreement, the Matre'D / Hostess tells the server to go get the Golden Room die and two sets of handcuffs.

While we are waiting, we hear another diner scream, 'Ah, Fuck!' 

When we turn to look, we see a woman stand up, turn her back to the server, and then place her wrists behind her back. The server then locks her wrists together in handcuffs and then pulls the woman's panties down her legs. Next, the server tells her to get down onto the floor and follow him back to the slave pen. The last we see is her naked ass crawling towards the back of the dining room.




Nadine's Submissive Games



When the server returns, he gives a cup containing one die and two sets of handcuffs to the Matre'D / Hostess. She then tells us to follow her. Next, we are led through the main dining hall, through a set of French doors, and then into the Golden Room. The Golden Room looks like any normal dining room, except the floor is concrete and is sloped slightly. The floor is designed to drain any 'excess' into a round, circular pit in the center of the room. Inside the pit are several naked bitches kneeling in the puddle of urine while waiting their turn to be the next Golden Room piss slave.

"Ok ladies," the Matre'D / Hostess says to us. "This is your last chance to change your mind. You can see what your fate will be if you lose. Do you wish to continue? Or, have you changed your mind?"

I only nod to Henrietta that I am ready. She then reaches for the cup with the die and gives it a good shake. Out comes the die.

"Ah, Fuck!" she screams.

When I look at her die, I am surprised see the number '5' showing on top. Henrietta's a loser and is about to become a Golden Room piss slave. She then slowly turns her back and allows the Matre'D / Hostess to cuff her arms behind her back before stripping Henrietta of her panties. 

Now, it's my turn to roll the die. Privately I am hoping to join Henrietta. I give the cup a hard shake and out comes my fate. I am not sure whether I am happy or sad when I see the die stop and display the number '2'. I am a winner and will not become a Golden Room piss slave today.

"Take my car home with you," Henrietta replies. "I will be here until about 1 AM. Tell Sam to pick me up then. He'll know why when you tell him that I gambled and lost at the Topless Club. It's happened before, and he knows all about the penalty for gambling and losing at this club. That is, unless you want to come here for dinner. If you do, I will volunteer to be your personal piss slave."

With that, she turns, drops to her knees, and calmly crawls over to and down into the pit. As the Matre'D / Hostess escorts me to the front door, she tells me that if I want to return tonight that I should just tell the doorman that I am her guest. She also reminds me that the last seating for the night is at 11 PM. She then tells me that the club officially closes at 1 AM, but it normally stays open as long as there are customers wanting to use the services of the slaves. 

When I retrieve my sundress and purse from the check room, I am still feeling horny as hell. I decide to take another gamble and do not put the dress on for the drive home. I want the world to see my gorgeous bronze tits. All I can think about as I drive Henrietta's car home is how good it will be to be eating a piss soaked dinner by myself tonight at the Topless Club. Especially if Henrietta is lapping away at my cunt as I piss on her face. I cannot wait.

Rather than take Henrietta's car to her house, I decide to park it in the alley behind mine. I will call Sam and tell him that Henrietta will not be home until late tonight. I'm so fuckin' horny I want to jump hubby's bones as soon as I get in the door. But, what I don't know is that my life is about to change again.

When I enter the back gate, I get another rude surprise from hubby. For, what I see is hubby getting a BJ from a neighbor boy. He's Charlie, the teenage son of our neighbor across the street, Amy Sue. Now, Amy Sue is no saint. Hell, Henrietta and I belong to a cunt-eating strip poker club with her and about six other sluts. 

Our little group meets once a week to play strip Texas Hold'Em. The loser of each hand must tell a true-life, sex story. After telling the story, the others vote about whether the story is true or not. If the vote is negative, the loser must strip and become a cunt eating slave. The game continues until there's only one of us with clothes. Then, all the naked cunts become her slaves. It's a real blast.

Thankfully, I had put my sundress back on before I got home. I really didn't want the neighbors to see all my goodies for free again. But, I am not expecting to see a stark naked neighbor boy sucking off my hubby. Hell, I've never even seen Amy Sue's son naked, let alone doing anything sexual with anyone. 

But, what I see is how he is displaying his rock-hard cock as he is on his knees sucking hubby's cock. No, he's sucking my cock! That cock belongs to me! I lose my cool and begin to scream at them both. I call them every dirty name that I know. I scream at them as loud as my little lungs will allow.

"Hubby," I scream. "Get your fuckin' ass into the garage and get ready for your punishment! By the way, how much money did you pay this no good, fuckin', common, teenage, street slut and whore? How much did you pay this bitch for your BJ?"

Hubby knows that I am pissed. He also remembers about the blackmail pictures I have hidden away on my computer in the house. He has no choice but to obey. Without saying a word, he gets up and slowly walks over, and then into, our garage. He knows that he better be hanging by his wrists when I get in there in a few minutes.

But, what I don't realize is that I also pissed off Charlie. He was having fun sucking hubby's cock. And, he really does not like getting called a 'no good, fuckin' common, teenage, street slut and whore'. He really hates it when I infer that he is a whore who got paid to suck hubby's cock.

"You stupid, dumbass, fuckin' Ebony cunt!" he screams at me as he gets off his knees and begins to charge at me. 

Now I am worried. He really looks mad. Is he going to punch me or something? He appears to be one strong kid. If he attacks me, I will not be able to fight him off. That is, if I want to. But, suddenly, every one of my submissive genes awakens. As he screams at me, I begin to want him to take control. Soon, we're standing face to face. I look at his magnificent cock. God, I'm so fuckin' horny. I want him to force me to my knees and make me suck his cock. I want him to tell me to get on my knees and lick his ass!

"Strip! Bitch!" he yells at me. 

I'm out of control now. So without saying a word, I remove my sundress. 

"Panties, too! Everything, including your fuckin' shoes!" he commands. 

Again, without saying a word, I remove my G-string panty and my FM stilettos. Now, we are standing face to face and we're both bare-ass naked.

"Now, get your fat, black ass into the garage and show me what you are going to do to your hubby after I leave," he commands. 

We enter the garage, and we both see hubby hanging by his wrists from one of the overhead beams. Charlie appears to be amazed at what she sees. Hubby has used a small stool to stand up, locked his wrists into two cuffs that are hanging down from one of the beams, and then kicked the stool out from under him. This leaves him hanging by his wrists with his feet completely off the floor. Next, Charlie looks around and finally spots a cat o' nine tails hanging from the wall behind hubby.

"Well, turnabout is fair play," Charlie tells me. "Get him down from the cuffs, and then I want you to cuff your wrists in his place."

Soon I'm hanging from the cuffs, feet off the floor, and hubby standing beside Charlie. Next, Charlie tells me to watch how a good lover takes care of a big, black cock. Then, Charlie gets back down on his knees in the middle of the garage and begins to suck hubby's cock again.

"God, this concrete hurts, and it is not the cleanest, either," Charlie tells me. "But, I want to make my point, bitch, so I am going to give your hubby the best BJ that I know how to give. When he blows, I will make sure that most of his jism lands on my face. After he blows his load, I will tell him to go back into his house and wait for that sorry ass excuse of a wife of his to return."

Charlie then proceeds to suck hubby's cock. It takes him about five minutes to get hubby off. But, when hubby blows his load, Charlie aims hubby's dick right at his face. Hubby coats Charlie's face with his lovely man cream. Charlie makes no attempt to clean it up. He's wearing it like a trophy as he tells hubby to go to our bedroom and wait for me.

Next, Charlie walks over to the wall, picks up the cat o' nine tails, and decides to whip my ass good for everything that I said to him earlier. He's still pissed about getting called 'no good, fuckin', common, teenage street slut and whore'. So, he starts whipping me. My ass first, then my tits, and finally my cunt. 

But, a funny thing happens. The more he whips me, the more I enjoy it. By the time we are done, I have pussy juice leaking from my cunt. I want to take him into the house and fuck both him and hubby. Maybe fuck both of them at once. But, he realizes that the time is getting late and he knows that his mom or dad will be home soon. So, he lets me down and makes me lick my hubby's jism from his face before telling me to go take care of hubby.

*

Chapter Six

After Charlie leaves, I go into the house and get another surprise. When I walk into our bedroom, hubby is once again on the bed getting fucked in the ass. This time it's by a guy that I've never seen before. But, hubby is moaning -- with delight. I really lose my cool when I hear hubby telling the guy fucking his ass 'More, Harry, more. Fuck me harder before the bitch comes back!' 

Well, I've never been confused with a member of MENSA, but I do know that the 'bitch' he's referring to is me. This pisses me off even more. Much more than catching him with Sam. Before I could justify his fucking around with Sam as bisexual swinging. After all, I swing bisexually with Sam's woman all the time. But, I now see that he's into guys more than me. He also does not appear to be very particular with whose cock he sucks or fucks. I'm not only pissed off, but I've had it with his fuckin' attitude. So, I decide that 'Enough is enough!'

"What the Hell are you doin'? You no good motha fucka!" I scream at hubby. "And who in the Hell is this slut? What the fuck's goin' on here?"

Hubby starts to babble. The other guy sees how pissed I am and he pulls his big, fat, dick out of hubby's ass, grabs his clothes, and heads for the door. To illustrate my point, as the other guy turns and begins to head down the hallway, I pick up one of hubby's football trophies (he was a pretty good quarterback in high school) and throw it at him. Luckily I miss him, but the trophy smashes against the far wall in the hallway and breaks into three pieces.

Next, I grab another of hubby's trophies and throw it at hubby as he's attempting to get off the bed. Again, luckily, I miss him. But, I also realize that it's too late. Our marriage is essentially over. Thankfully we don't have a gun in the house, because if I had access to one I probably would have shot the motha fucka!

Hubby is now in full retreat mode. As he's getting ready to lock himself in the master bathroom, I hear the front door slam shut. The guy with the big cock has left the building. Later I learn that he left without putting on any clothes. A neighbor told me later that it was funny as Hell watching him running for his life while trying to put his pants on over that big cock. Damn! Maybe I chased the wrong cock out the door.

After calming down a bit, I walk over to the now closed bathroom door and lay down the law. Again.

"Listen, you homo motha fucka!" I tell hubby. "I want your sorry ass out of this house! Now! Get the fuck out and stay out! We're done! I don't ever want to see your face, your ass, or your big cock ever again! Get the fuck out and stay out! I'm going over to see Henrietta now (which, of course, is a lie). When I get back you had better not be here. If you are, I am going to publish all those pictures I have of you sucking cocks! Now, pack up your shit and get the fuck out!"

My throat is now very sore, so I quickly leave the bedroom and go down to the kitchen. I find a bottle of wine and decide to get out of the house until after he leaves. So, I grab the wine and head for the only neighbor that I know is home. Jolene. Another of my cunt-licking strip poker buddies. Unfortunately, when I get there I discover that she's not home either. 

I am really feeling low and still pissed off, right now. Plus, I've got a bottle of wine and nobody to share it with. I also remember that I still have Henrietta's car, so I decide to return it to Sam and explain that his wife won't be back until sometime after 1 AM. After pulling her car into her driveway, I hear more sounds from his garage. I go and check out the noises, only to see both my ex-hubby and Sam hanging by their wrists. Both are also getting their asses fucked. By Charlie and his dad.

"Fuck both of you. You're both no good homos," I scream at Sam and George before I run back across the street to my house. As I am locking all the doors, I realize that tomorrow I need to change all the locks on all the outside doors. Then, I grab the bottle of wine and head for the safest place that I can think of -- our punishment garage. I hide in the dark in the garage just in case the SOB returns to our house. I really don't want to see him right now.

I don't know how long I am in there drowning my sorrows, when I finally remember that someone has to pick up Henrietta at the Topless Club tonight. I am not sure what time it is, but when I look towards the house I realize that it's totally dark. So, I go back inside to find my car keys. I am still wearing the same sundress and G-string panty that I wore to the club earlier today. I figure that neither probably will be on once I get to the club, so I just grab my keys and head for the car.

While I am driving, all I can think about is what it will be like to serve as a Golden Room slave sometime in the future. I am actually considering joining the club on their 30-day plan. When I get there, the valets aren't anywhere to be found. So, I just leave the keys in the car and go knock on the door. When it opens, both the Matre'D / Hostess and Henrietta greet me. Both are fully clothed, although Henrietta is still covered from head to toe with piss. 

"God, I was hoping that you'd get here soon," Henrietta says. "I've been calling your house for over an hour. Ditto for mine. Where the fuck is Sam?"

"What happened here tonight?" I ask. 

"Power outage," the Matre'D / Hostess explains. "Our main transformer blew about 90 minutes ago, and our emergency batteries ran dry about 15 minutes ago. We were able to get everyone out safely, but we're closed for at least 24 hours until we get a new transformer installed. I'm going to lock up now and go home. My offer for a visit on the house is still open for you, but just not tonight. See ya later, cunts."

With that, she pulls the outside door closed, key locks it, and then heads for her car in the back parking lot.

"You haven't been fuckin' Sam without me again, have you?" Henrietta asks. 

"Where's the nearest bar?" I ask. "I've got something to tell you, and it will be easier if we're drunk."

When we get to the bar, I explain everything that's happened. I especially tell her about kicking George out for good. I also tell her about seeing Charlie not only fucking my hubby, but how Charlie's dad was fucking her man. When I tell her everything, she gets pissed, too. Probably more pissed than I was when I saw some stranger fucking my man's ass. 

"You're totally right," she says. "We don't need those losers. Hell, after what they've done to us, we ought to be able to take them for all their worth and live comfortably for the rest of our lives. I know a good lawyer that can make that happen. So, let's go find the fuckers and tell them that we never want to see either of them ever again. We'll also tell them that if they give us any shit, all of our videos will be emailed to their offices, and they will be the next hot internet item."

Suddenly, I am reminded again to never piss this bitch off. She does have a bit of a vengeful, mean streak. Right now she's my ally, which is great for me. But, I don't want her pissed off so much that she wants to get even with me. 

While we drink, I also tell her about how turned on I got when Charlie, the teenage boy from across the street, was treating me like his personal slave. How he hung me by my wrists and then whipped me with my own cat o' nine tails. How hot and horny getting whipped by a neighbor boy made me. I wanted to fuck his cock off as soon as he finished whipping my cunt. 

That's when it hits us. We don't want a full-time hubby. We both want just a part-time Master or Mistress. Preferably, someone much younger than us. We need a younger disciplinarian with benefits. Someone who can keep a secret about whipping our asses, tits, and cunts will be perfect. So we decide to go home and talk more about our kinky desires, and how we can satisfy our desires by becoming sluts and sex slaves to a younger Master or Mistress.

"What about our girls?" Henrietta asks. 

"Fuck," I say. 

I have forgotten that both of our daughters are scheduled to return from their trip tomorrow night. 

"How can we keep our desire to become cougar sex slaves to a teenage boy a secret from our own daughters?" I add. "After all, we don't know how they will react when we tell them that we kicked their daddies out because both of their daddies have become cocksucking whores? And how we want to become cock sucking and cunt licking slaves ourselves."

"How did George treat your daughter?" Henrietta asks.

"Hell, he's been fucking her ass for years," I reply.

"Mine, too" Henrietta responds. "Now, does George ever whip her? Or, let her watch when he whips you?"

"Both," I reply. "She is just as much his ass whore and sex slave as me." 

Henrietta says the same about her daughter. 

"Have you ever eaten your daughter's pussy," Henrietta asks.

"I always do clean-up duty whenever that bastard fucks her ass," I reply. "And, yes, she always cleans me up whenever he does me while she is home. I hope that does not change. She's one sweet tasting cunt. I think she's more bisexual than me. She also prefers the bottom -- just like her mom."

"Us, too," Henrietta adds. "Sounds like our bastard hubbies compare more than cocks. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that they swap daughters from time to time. We already know that they swap wives."

"Well, then," she replies. "It looks like we take the first step, but eventually both Gracie (my daughter) and Diane (Henrietta's daughter) are destined to join us serving Charlie or some other young Master or Mistress just like him."

"The more I learn, the more I think I should have shot that bastard," I reply. "But, then, I want to pick and choose whose cunt I eat. Becoming someone's prison bitch is not what I want to do for the rest of my life."

"Well," Henrietta replies. "Let's let our lawyers know all the details and let them get even for us. Now, let's move forward and onto more important things. Let's go home so that I can kick that bastard out of my life forever!"

As we are driving across town, I can see Henrietta doing a slow burn. She's getting more pissed just thinking about everything that has happened -- or is about to happen. When we pull up in front of Henrietta's house, we can see the lights on in the master bedroom. It's my guess is that both guys are in there getting butt fucked. 

I also figure she may need some support, and possibly some back up, when she kicks Sam out of her life. I volunteer to go in with her. But, she tells me that she will handle it herself, and she will call me if she needs any help. So, I drop her off and then take my car back home. As I am entering my house, I am wondering if it's me, not her, who may need some assistance if that SOB George is hiding somewhere in my house. 

Tomorrow I definitely need to get all the locks changed. But, thankfully, he's not home. So, I make sure that all the doors and windows are shut tight, and I block all the doors with furniture. I know that the chairs and sofa will not stop him from getting in if he wants, but at least they will give me some warning and allow me to find an escape route.