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Natalie Submits

By: dirtyfantasies



Sometimes I really questioned my sanity in taking a part time job whilst at college. Whilst my friends were out partying, getting drunk and getting laid here I was serving over priced French cuisine to middle age couples who seem to spend their entire evening pretentiously professing about how wonderful their lives were. Sure the money was decent but was this really how I expected to spend what were supposed to be the best years of my life? The job would be much more enjoyable if there were hundreds of young, dark haired, impressionable single men coming in to eat but as I hazily scanned around the restaurant, I realised that that was a dream far too good to ever come true.

In truth this job only really became a drain when I split with my boyfriend. It wasn't that Darren was an amazing lover or anything, but all of a sudden I became far more aware of the fun my friends were having fun in the evenings whilst I was serving wine and putting out cutlery. Not to mention the fact that my levels of horniness were going through the roof. I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't been frantically playing with myself as I tried to fall asleep. All of a sudden it seemed far more appealing to actually go out and meet people my own age and you never know, have someone get me off for a change!

Anyway back to the present, I was working my usual shift at the front of the restaurant on a particularly busy Wednesday night. Nothing untoward had happened and I was slowly counting down the minutes until I could leave, just like any other night. Right now I'd do pretty much anything to be out of this crappy uniform. The black t-shirt and slacks I'd worn for every goddam shift felt like such a weight round my shoulders at the moment. God the second hand on that clock seemed to move so slowly when you were desperate to leave.

"Err excuse me we'd like a table for two please?"

Shit I thought to myself, I've been daydreaming again. I snapped out of my trance and looked up to see I was being confronted by a well-dressed couple, I guessed they must be in their late twenties or early thirties although I couldn't be sure.

"Oh I'm so sorry," I replied, desperately trying to regain my composure, running my hands through my shoulder length brunette hair. "Please follow me."

"We'd like the wine list as well please," the male half of the couple said as I sat them down at a table and handed them menus. Straight away I was struck by the calm yet assured confidence his voice exuded. You just knew he was in control of the situation without him having to show it.

It only really hit me after watching them from afar, whilst pouring drinks for another table, just how good looking the pair were. The man's olive skin had a real Mediterranean feel to it whilst his well-groomed stubble really enhanced his masculinity without being overbearing or hiding his nicely chiselled facial features. The shirt and jacket he wore suggested a well-defined upper body beneath. I imagined it to be naturally muscular without being overly bulky, just how I liked it.

Meanwhile his wife (I assumed they were married) had a natural beauty that I could only dream of. Don't get me wrong I don't consider myself to be unattractive and I'm happy with the amount of attention I get from guys, but sometimes one has to accept they are beaten! And there was no question I was here! She was not overly made up, but wore just enough make up to enhance her elegance perfectly. Her face was nicely framed by her long golden hair, flowing to just beneath her neckline with plenty of volume whilst her green eyes appeared to sparkle and shimmer in the dimly lit restaurant, such was their energy. The dress she had chosen for the evening, light blue in colour, fitted so immaculately that it seemed she must have been poured into it. It was not so short and tight that it could be called slutty, but it stilled showed off plenty of her fantastic legs whilst accentuating her gorgeous hour glass figure.

Like I said I've never considered myself unattractive. I work pretty hard to keep myself in decent shape and although my boobs are a little on the small side, on the whole I've always been really pleased with my body. Facially I may not be model material, but with the right amount of makeup I've always thought I scrub up quite well, especially when I can highlight my large dark eyes.

I continued to serve the couple for the rest of the evening, whilst also trying to steal admiring glances at them whenever I thought I could get away with it. Their conversation seemed to flow with an energy and good feeling that made me assume they must be celebrating something, an anniversary or a birthday perhaps. Each time I went over to refill their wine glasses the man would flash me a knowing smile, almost as if he had noticed me ogling him and his wife.

It was getting late in the evening and most of the restaurant was now empty. The couple were now the only customers left and most of the other staff was now set about cleaning the place up for the next day.

"I'm terribly sorry," the man said as I handed him one of those wireless credit card machines that were customary everywhere now. "I haven't got any cash on me to tip you. Perhaps you'd like to join us for a glass of wine instead?"

Now how could I possibly turn down an offer like this? Students like me were always complaining about how expensive booze was these days and offers of a free drink didn't come around very often. Plus it would mean I could get out of cleaning duties for the night.

"I'd be delighted to sir," I said smiling politely.

"Well how could she possibly resist?" his wife said flashing a wry smile. "The way she's been staring at us all evening!"

My face began to turn a deep shade of red. My perving skills obviously weren't up to scratch!

"Now dear there's no need to scare her off like that," the man responded calmly whilst returning her smile. "John," he continued holding out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Natalie," I replied accepting his handshake. His hand completely enveloped my own, with his grip being firm and confident without being totally overbearing and forceful.

"And this is my wife Emma," he continued. She confidently offered her hand to me as well, showing off a dazzling wedding ring before I pulled up an extra chair at their table.

"Here give this a try," John said to me as he poured me a glass. "It's from Pédesclaux near Bordeaux. Has a very fine taste."

I nervously sipped away at the glass. I wasn't used to this sort of fine wine and dining. When I went out with my friends it was very pedal to the metal stuff, knocking back drink after drink without a care in the world. The concept of sitting back and analysing the tastes and textures of a vintage red was completely alien to me.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pressure you," said John. "I didn't even ask if you were old enough to drink.

"No need to apologize," I replied as I took another sip of the wine. "I'm almost nineteen."

"Wow well you certainly could have fooled me. I would have had you down as a couple of years younger!"

"Well I have my ID checked at pretty much every bar I go to so you wouldn't be the first!" He certainly wasn't. I was pretty short, not much more than five foot three and my general petiteness had fooled plenty of people into thinking I was younger than I was, even when I wore a decent pair of heels.

"Trust me you won't be complaining about that in a few years time," said Emma. "You'll see it as a compliment then!" We all laughed at this comment and it broke the ice nicely.

"So you must be at college then," said John continuing the conversation. "What do you study?"

"That's right. I study history."

"Oh really that's fascinating," John replied as I sensed him edging his chair closer towards more. "Such a broad and diverse subject."

"Oh stop it John we all know college is all about partying not studying!" exclaimed Emma. "If my time at college was anything to go by anyway!"

For a while John and I chatted about different periods of history, particularly European. It turned out John had travelled much Europe with his company and had a particular interest in the subject. All the while I couldn't help but notice the way both of them seemed to be eyeing me up, looking me up and down like a piece of meat before giving each other a knowing smile, almost as if they had something in mind.

"So you I guess you work here to give yourself a little bit of extra cash during term time?" asked John.

"That's right," I replied. "Although I feel as if right now it's eating up too much of my time."

"Ha well we can't say we didn't notice. You didn't look particularly enthralled when we met you at the front door!"

All I could do was look down into my wine glass. I Knew I'd been caught out.

"Don't worry Natalie we were all the same when we had part time jobs in college," replied John calmly. "We do have a proposition for you though."

"What do you mean?"

"We'll be straight with you Natalie," he continued as once again I could sense him edging closer to me. "We think you're articulate, interesting and intelligent. And we'd like to offer you an employment opportunity."

"Don't look so nervous dear," Emma said reassuringly. "It's nothing serious."

"Not at all," continued John. "Let me explain our situation. We both work pretty long hours in the city during the week and don't spend much time at home. What we are looking for is someone to work for us as a housekeeper of sorts. Not to live there all the time but just to help us keep the place clean and tidy as we don't have much time."

"Nothing serious or anything like that," said Emma. "Just something to help us out."

"Absolutely," said John. "Although if you did do something wrong we'd have to punish you!"

This comment took me completely by surprise.

"Yea I'd have to bend you over my lap and give you a good spanking!" said Emma grinning devilishly.

"Relax Natalie," laughed John. "We're just messing with you. Unless you'd like that of course!" He and Emma both grinned at each other. "But seriously what do you think?"

"Well I don't know really," I said finishing my wine. "We've only just met really haven't we?" 

"We know it's forward," said Emma leaning in towards me. "But we'd really like you to consider it." As she said this her eyes locked into mine and for a split second it felt like there was a connection between us. It was like she was looking deep into my soul and I felt a tingle resonate in my spine and pass through my entire body. I had never been sexually attracted to women but right now I was intoxicated by her.

"I'll tell you what," said John. "Why don't you come back to our place now? We can show you around and you can see if you like the feel of it and we can talk some more." The calm confidence of his voice certainly made me feel reassured. 

"If you don't like it we'll call you a cab straight away," Emma said. "Besides it isn't safe for a young lady such as yourself to walk home alone at this time."

Normally I wouldn't have accepted an invitation back to the home of someone I had only just met. On this occasion though a combination of alcohol and John and Emma's confident persona made me feel unnaturally at ease around them. Soon we had taken a short taxi ride back to their house in a leafy suburb on the edge of town.

"This is another French red, from the Rhône Valley if I'm not mistaken," announced John as he brought another bottle into the spacious living room. I must admit at this stage the wine was starting to have an effect on me. Normally I don't have too much trouble handling my drink but I'm not a massive wine drinker and I could really feel it start to take its toll.

"So what do you think of our place?" asked Emma sitting beside me on the large cream leather sofa.

"Oh it's really nice," I replied, trying to play it cool. In fact this would be a considerable understatement. Whatever John and Emma did for a living obviously paid very well, judging by the size of their enormous TV anyway.

"We're really glad you like it," John said as he took a seat on the other side of me. 

Despite the size of the sofa the three of us were a little bit squashed for room. As John's broad, muscular shoulders slowly ground into my own I could feel my heart thumping against my chest a little harder than usual. I couldn't deny I wasn't slightly in awe of him right now. Attractive, wealthy, well mannered, what wasn't to like?

"So do you think you'd like to take up our offer?"

"I'm not sure your place is a quite a long way from me."

"We'd happily pay for a cab for you to get here and back," said Emma as I felt her bare knee rub against my leg.

"As we said," continued John. "We've really taken a liking to you. And we'd love it if you'd be able to help us out."

"Plus we can be really flexible with when you come," Emma said with her thigh now planted firmly against mine. "You'd have much more time to have fun in the evenings!"

I took a deep sip of my wine. Maybe this could work out for me. I'd been desperate to get out of the restaurant for ages but couldn't really give up the income. I could work this job around my lectures and still have time to party. It might have just been the alcohol playing ticks on my mind but I certainly wouldn't complain about spending more time with John and Emma.

"Ok I'll do it."

"Brilliant," John said positively beaming. "I think we are all going to enjoy this arrangement." 

He lent in and gave a soft, sensual kiss on the cheek. Although it was only the briefest of touches, the feel of his stubble against my face sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. I just hoped he couldn't feel my body shaking.

"So how about we play a game to celebrate?" Emma said looking across and smiling at John, almost as if she had noticed my reaction.

"What do you mean?"

"A drinking game. You're a student; I expect you've played loads of them."

"I don't know it's getting kind of late now." I wasn't wrong it was now well past eleven o' clock.

"Oh you're a student I bet you've had later nights than this!" laughed Emma. "Do you even have lectures tomorrow?"

"Not until the afternoon."

"Then what are you complaining about?" she replied looking deep into my eyes. "I promise we won't keep you up too late."

"How about we start with something simple?" John said calmly. "Have you ever played 'I have never'? You know the one where one person has to say something they've never done, and if anyone else playing has done it they have to drink."

I nodded apprehensively. The way the pair of them had suddenly taken control of the situation had startled me a little.

"Good idea," said Emma not waiting for any sort of verbal confirmation from me. "I'll start shall I?"

There was a brief pause as Emma took a sip from her wine glass, obviously consumed in thought. Whenever I'd played this game before the references had turned sexual pretty quickly so I wasn't really sure what to expect from her.

"Ok I think I've got a nice easy one to start off with," she said looking up at me and John with a faint hint of a smile on her face. "I have never worked in a restaurant."

Fucking bitch! Stitching me up on her first go! I slowly raised my glass to my lips before taking a long, healthy slurp.

"Sorry I know that was a bit mean, doing that on the first go," said Emma grinning. "Go on Natalie it's your go now."

I took a deep breath and started to think. I really wanted to get Emma back for forcing me to drink but I was struggling to think coherently with the alcohol swilling around my veins.

"Ok I've got one," I said struggling to hide the hint of trepidation in my voice. John and Emma simply looked on at me hungrily, seeming to sense my nervousness.

"I have never been arrested," I said hopefully, looking at both of them.

"Nope can't say I have either," Emma replied, a smile broadening. "What about you John dear?"

"Nope me neither," said John. "Although I can't lie, there have been occasions when I've wanted to arrest you honey, handcuff you and throw you in a police cell!"

"Ha! The cheek!" exclaimed Emma. "I bet you wouldn't mind doing that to Natalie too though would you!"

The pair of them both burst into laughter, leaving me sitting between them looking slightly gobsmacked.

"Sorry Natalie we shouldn't be joking about things like that," John said as his face returned to normal. "I'm sure you know the rules though. If no one in the group has done the thing you've said then you have to drink yourself."

Begrudgingly I knew the rules all too well. How stupid was I? Why did I think either of this attractive, professional couple would have been on the wrong side of the law? Oh Well. I took a big gulp and finished my glass. Fuck the wine was really starting to get to my head now.

"Here let me top that up for you," John said getting up quickly to retrieve the bottle from the large glass coffee table that lay in front of the sofa and refilled my glass. "I believe it's my turn now," he finished as he sat down again.

"Right I've thought of one, might be a bit harsh on you two," said John smiling to himself. "I have never had sex with a guy."

Ha that's a bit cheap I thought as Emma and I both took a long slurp of wine.

"Sorry that wasn't very good I know," John said as we both put our glasses down. "But then I thought all of us were pretty terrible!"

"Yea back when I was in college we would always go way further than that!" grinned Emma. "We used to really pry into each other's darkest secrets!"

"I guess old age is finally starting to catch up with you!" joked John. "Perhaps you're not as kinky as you once were!"

"Hey!" replied Emma. "You won't be saying that when I've got you squirming on the floor, wrists handcuffed to ankles with a gag in your mouth!"

I was slightly taken aback by the sudden change in tone of the conversation. I couldn't imagine someone as strong and confident as John ever being tied up but the thought of Emma doing the tying sent a shiver through my whole body that made it difficult to stay still.

"Sorry Natalie I know it's rude to keep talking like this in front of you," said John. "Tell us a bit more about yourself. Are you attached right now?"

"No I'm not I split up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," replied John apologetically. "Still plenty more fish in the sea I suppose."

"Aw but you're so cute," said Emma. "There's no way any boy could break up with someone as adorable as you. I can barely take my eyes off you!"

As she said this Emma leaned into me and allowed me to take in the sweet, vanilla scent of her expensive perfume. Slowly she planted her soft, well manicured hand firmly on my knee. Once again I felt my heart rate begin to rise again. As she stared deep into my eyes I felt totally captivated by her. It felt as if her gaze when was sending me into a trance where I'd follow her every command.

"I keep telling you honey you're gonna scare her off if you keep talking to her like that!" John interjected quickly returning my conscience to the room.

"Well what have I said that isn't true?" replied Emma slightly argumentatively, her hand still stuck to my knee like glue.

Oh god. Her words were literally melting me on the inside like butter.

"So what do you like to do for fun?" asked John obviously keen to change the subject. "When you're not studying of course."

"Well I like to keep active," I replied, my cheeks still crimson from Emma's attention. "I go to the gym a fair bit. I also like to read."

"Sounds like you're a complete package. So you've got great book smarts and you like to keep in shape," replied John. "What kind of stuff do you like to read?"

How does he do it? I thought to myself. He sits there so cool and confident whilst his wife is stroking my leg as if nothing is happening. He's just so assured, as if he's in complete control, as if he knows exactly what he wants and he knows he's going to get it.


Natalie Submits Ch. 02



Authors Note: This is a direct continuation of the first chapter of this story 'Natalie Submits', so to understand the full context it might be best to read that first! :) 

I could barely get the events of two nights ago out of my head. Fuck what had I been thinking? I wish I could have blamed the booze, god knows I'd drunk enough of it that night. But I knew there was more to it. I knew that John and Emma had found a key and unlocked a door that revealed my darkest desires.

The memory of waking up the next morning, covered in cum still lingered long in my mind. And god did it make me wet. It had taken me ages to get those goddam handcuffs off; eventually I'd managed to find the key after rummaging in John and Emma's bedroom.

Now though I was crashing back down to reality. I was sitting in the university library, desperately trying to catch up on my reading on seventeenth century European history whilst all the while trying to supress my overbearing horniness. I swear I wash trying to catch the eye of every guy who walked past the table I was sitting at, yearning for any kind of attention. Emma's words really began to resonate in my mind now. Perhaps I really was as slutty as she said I was? Perhaps that's what I really craved, to be her and John's submissive plaything.

Suddenly I felt the vibration of my phone through the pocket of my jeans and I was lifted from my dazed state as if I'd been slapped round the face. I felt the butterflies start to rumble in my stomach as I lifted the phone from my pocket. Could it be them? Oh please let it be them!

With a trembling finger I unlocked the touch screen of my phone, 'one message received' it read.

Hi Natalie, We're going to be in town tonight. Meet us for a drink around 8. Emma 

I noticed immediately that this was not an invitation; it was a statement of intent. I would be having a drink with John and Emma in town at seven o' clock whether I was busy tonight or not.

My heart began to race as I quickly thumbed in a reply. 

Yes Miss Emma.

I quickly heard felt it vibrate again. I didn't have to check who it was.

Good Girl. Make sure to wear something sexy. We like our pets to present themselves well in public!

She called me their pet! Oh my god did she know what she was doing to me with those words! I think I could feel my panties starting to get damp just thinking about it.

Straight away I slammed my textbook shut. There was absolutely no way I was getting anymore work done now.

Back in my room at my university halls of residence I looked myself up and down in my full length mirror, feeling quite pleased with myself. I didn't like to give myself too much credit, but at my best I didn't think I scrubbed up too badly, especially in the outfit I had chosen for tonight. The little black dress I had chosen was strapless and hugged my body tightly. Although it left little to the imagination, I felt it was classy enough to for me to not look out of place holding company with people with as expensive tastes as John and Emma. Plus I thought it highlighted my tight stomach quite nicely; I wanted someone to notice the work I'd been putting in at the gym after all!

My strappy pair of heels showed off my well-kept feet whose nails were polished black for the evening, whilst also giving four or five inches of height to my petite frame. I wore my hair brunette hair down, and having straightened it earlier it hung nicely between my shoulder blades. It was a struggle to drag myself out the door; I felt so sexy pouting and posing in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection.

My nerves really began to heighten as I approached the bar in town where I'd agreed to meet them. What if they stood me up? What if this was all some kind of big joke on their part?

I looked around as I walked through the large front doors. The night was still young and the place was only just starting to fill up, but where were they? They should be here! I craned my neck further, desperately searching for a glimpse of either of them. It was going to be so embarrassing walking out of here straight away.

Shit there they were! Right in the corner! I wasn't sure if they'd seen me yet, but they seemed as confident and chatty as ever. I'm sure they could sense my nervousness as I walked over.

"Are you ok dear?" giggled Emma. "You look a little lost."

"Don't listen to her," replied John as he stood up and offered me a hug. "You look absolutely fantastic." He was dressed as classily as ever. His blue suit and light shirt suggested it was not long since he had left work, whilst the dark stubble that contrasted with his tanned skin so well was tidily trimmed as ever.

The way he towered over me sent shivers down my spine. He looked so strong, so powerful, so in control. As he wrapped his arms around me I felt so secure. In a way it was a complete paradox to how I had felt two nights ago at their house: naked, vulnerable and begging to be used. But I loved how I felt in either situation, I loved being their plaything.

"Oh yes she looks gorgeous," said Emma. She stood up and for the first time tonight I could really take in her full beauty. Even though she was dressed far more casually than when we had first met the blonde still looked absolutely immaculate. Her light blue jeans hugged her sultry ass beautifully while the trendy brown leather heels adorning her feet sculpted her calves perfectly. Meanwhile, the neatly fitting leather jacket she wore suggested power and class whilst also looking incredibly sexy. It hugged her ample bust immaculately. I don't think I'd ever been more attracted to another woman.

"Please take a seat," said John as he poured me a glass of an expensive looking white wine. "This is an Argentinian white; I think it'll be to your tastes." I think I secretly loved the way he took control and made decisions for me. The confidence and assuring tone of his voice made me feel so warm on the inside; I think I'd do anything he said right now.

"Have you thought about our job offer some more?" He continued. "As we said the other day it would be really great if you could help us out."

"Yea I've thought about it," I replied. "I think I'd like to do it. It can't be any worse than working in the restaurant anyway."

"That's fantastic Natalie," John said beaming. "You saw our place the other day. I'm sure this'll work out great for all of us."

"All we're looking for is someone to do a bit of cooking and cleaning," interjected Emma. "I'm sure you'll do a great job."

"And of course we'll pay you well. Better than at the restaurant I dare say."

"Sounds great," I replied smiling.

"So what have you been up to?" asked Emma, her eyes glowing warmly at the dimly lit table.

"Not much," I replied. "Just uni work really."

"Aw that's no good. All work and no play time isn't any fun!"

"I know. It always gets like that around essay deadline time though."

"Well I'm just glad you got to have some fun with us then!"

I felt myself going bright red. That mischievous, knowing smile; Emma knew exactly what she had done to me.

"I don't think we need to ask her whether she had fun then," said John smiling broadly. "The look on her face says it all."

I think I temporarily lost the power of speech. All I could do was blush even deeper as the memories of our previous night together came to the forefront of my head once again.

"Oh don't worry I know I don't have to ask her," said Emma as she lifted her wine glass to her mouth. "I can see how turned she is just thinking about it. Isn't that right little one?"

My mouth felt so dry. The way the pair of them captivated my every sense was incredible. Even though I was sitting still I felt as if I was on a roller coaster travelling at one hundred miles an hour, my stomach was churning so much.

"Yes," I eventually mustered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Miss Emma."

"Good girl," she replied smiling. "And I bet your little panties are absolutely soaked aren't they?"

"Yes Miss Emma."

"Now we can't be having that," John said sternly. "It doesn't reflect well on me or Emma if our little slut is getting off in public."

"It doesn't," the blonde replied. "I think it's best if she goes to the bathroom and takes them off."

"I agree completely," said John.

There was nothing to stop me walking out right there and then. However my bum felt super glued to the seat.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Emma demanded.

My whole body trembled as I finally found the strength to raise myself from my chair and ambled towards the bathroom door. I had no idea why I was doing it, but I knew I wouldn't have done it for anyone else.

I moved into a cubicle and pulled my dress up, revealing the pair of sexy black panties I had chosen for the evening. I think secretly I had been half hoping I would be taking them off at some point during the evening, but I certainly wasn't expecting to have to this early. Shit they were absolutely drenched! There was absolutely no way of hiding it. Quickly I pulled them down my thighs before stepping out of them as they hit the floor.

Even with my dress on I felt naked and exposed as I stepped back through the bathroom door, my underwear now clenched tightly in my hand. With every step I took I was sure I could feel my dress hiking up over my ass, and the light breeze I could now feel around my pubic mound sent a chill through my whole body. In an act of desperation I grabbed the hem of my dress and tried to stop it rising up any further. Why did I have to be so stupid and wear such a short dress? God I felt like such a slut right now.

"Well what do we have here?" Emma said grinning as I finally reached her and John's table, obviously noticing my discomfort.

Slowly and reluctantly I handed her my panties before retaking my seat.

"Wow she's a brave and obedient little thing!" she continued. "And my my these really are in quite a state aren't they?" She quickly stowed my underwear away in her handbag.

Once again I couldn't muster a verbal response. I just sat there with embarrassment and humiliation painted clearly across my face.

"I'm very pleased with you slut," she whispered as she put her hand on my thigh and leaned across me. "You'll be rewarded for this later I'll make sure of that."

"Shall we be going then?" asked John downing the last remnants from his wine glass. I knew this question wasn't directed at me, I was expected to follow!

The taxi ride back to John and Emma's was one of the most nerve racking I had experienced. My brain was swimming with thoughts of what John and Emma might have in store for me. Panty-less and squashed between the couple on the back seat, needless to say my arousal level was through the roof. Especially with Emma whispering exactly what she wanted me to do when we got to their house in my ear for the entire journey. It was a wonder I didn't whither and faint right there on the spot.

Waiting on the door mat whilst John fumbled with his keys, hot and horny, I knew exactly what I had to do. As soon as I was through the front door I kicked off my heels, leaving them cast aside in the hallway. Next I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, offering no resistance as it fell from my body gracefully, exposing my pussy and thin patch of pubic hair that adorned it. This left me standing before John and Emma naked except for the strapless bra covering my breasts. As quick as a flash I had it unclasped, revealing the tiny nipples that adorned each of my B-cup boobs, before I fell to my knees in front of the couple.

"Master John, Miss Emma, please let me serve you tonight," I begged from my position on the floor, hands behind my back, my bum stuck out as far as I could and my eyes pointed down towards the laminate flooring, just as Emma had instructed.

"Good girl," the blonde cooed as she petted me and ran her fingers through my hair. "This is exactly how we expect you to kneel whenever we require you too."

"Doesn't she just look so adorable down there," I heard John add from above me. I fidgeted slightly as he reached down with one of his strong hands and tickled me under the chin, just like an owner would their pet. God I felt so submissive right now.

"Oh she does," replied Emma. "And she's ours, all ours!" Those last words sent my heart racing at a frantic pace. I knew that not one part of it was a lie though. "In fact I've got a special surprise for her."

I hadn't dared look up once, but at this point my curiosity got the better of me. My eyes lit up as I saw Emma holding a black leather collar. The metallic studs that adorned it sparkled brightly in the light while I noticed a metal ring attached to its front and immediately pictured myself being led around the house on a leash.

"Do you like it little one?" she asked, her eyes striking contact with mine.

"I love it Miss Emma."

She reached down and placed it round neck, fastening it firmly around the back but not too tight. I was expecting the leather to feel cold and harsh on my sensitive skin but the collar was padded on the inside so it fitted snugly on my neck. It was symbolic confirmation of what I already knew. I belonged to John and Emma and would submit to their every desire.

"You look absolutely stunning," Emma said, grabbing me by my hair and forcing me too look upwards into her gorgeous green eyes. "You're such a perfect little slut."

"Right let's take her through to the living room," said John as I noticed for the first time he was holding a black leather leash that seemed to match my collar. "I want to see how good our little pet really is."

With light clicking sound he had secured the leash firmly to the ring on the front of my collar and soon I felt his strong grip pulling me forward.

"Err what do you think you're doing?" he exclaimed as saw me instinctively beginning to stand up. "Pets don't stand up, they remain on the floor where they belong."

I don't think I'd ever felt more humiliated. Naked, collared and crawling along the floor like nothing more than a common dog. Despite that feeling, there was certainly no complaining from me about my predicament. The floor felt cold and hard underneath me but I never really noticed as my head was spun with countless erotic thoughts whilst my pussy got wetter by the second. John and Emma certainly knew how to get the inner slut out of me!

"Here we are," John said firmly as we arrived in the living room, before he unhitched the leash from my collar. 

I looked up to see Emma taking a seat on the same cream leather sofa that she had seduced me on two nights ago, her legs crossed elegantly in complete contrast to my own position on the floor.

"I think what we need is some entertainment to start the evening," she said looking down at me.

"I couldn't agree more," replied John immediately. "Perhaps some music?"

He casually picked up the remote sitting on the coffee table before pointing it and TV and flicking through the music channels. Eventually he found something to both his and Emma's tastes, and soon they were sitting on the sofa swaying to the RnB beat blaring through the speakers.

"You know this is nice," sighed Emma. "But there's something missing."

"I know exactly what you mean," smiled John. "I just can't enjoy an evening at home without a drink. I know it's not healthy but it's the only way I can relax after work these days."

"You're right," replied Emma. "If only there was someone here who could fetch us a drink. Wouldn't that be great?"

"I like your thinking," grinned John before looking down at me, still knelt on the floor in front of them. "I think you know what to do slut."

"Of course Master," I replied courteously.

Slowly I rose from my position on the floor and walked towards the kitchen.

"Oh and be sure to find something that Emma and I both like," he added just as I was passing through the living room door way. "I think you can imagine what the consequences will be if you don't."

On my previous visit, John and Emma had shown me the impressive collection of fine wines they had stowed away in a large vault like cupboard in their kitchen. However, although the countless bottles were stacked neatly into row upon row, it seemed like some impossibly difficult riddle as I looked in there for the second time. What the hell should I give them?

My knowledge of wine went no further than knowing there were two colours, red and white, and somehow I didn't think this would quite cut it with John, who seemed to have a considerable knowledge of the subject.

I looked up and down the shelves. Australia, France, Italy, Chile. He seemed to have every corner of the globe covered; how the hell was I supposed to know what to get? My desperation to please John and Emma was counteracted by how turned on I was at the thought of John bending me over his knee and spanking me as punishment. I was caught in a real quandary.

Eventually I decided to take the plunge, and plumped for a Spanish white wine from the Galicia region, praying it was a safe option.

It was a struggle to pour out two glasses when I returned to the living room, my whole body was shaking so much. I looked on anxiously as John sniffed into the glass, just like you see critics do on those poncy wine shows on TV, before taking a small sip. I could see him deep in thought as he swirled the liquid around his mouth, analysing my choice with a devastating precision. Finally he swallowed before looking up at me. I felt my heart pound as I looked back in anticipation. It was impossible to read his face.

"Looks like you've been learning fast," he said assuringly. "Good job slave this is a nice choice."

An outpouring of positive emotion filled my whole body. It felt so good to get praise from someone as self-assured and sophisticated as John.

"Well she must have done a good job to impress you," replied Emma as she took a long approving sip from her own glass. "You take this whole wine business far too seriously." 

"I know I do, you've been saying it for years," agreed John. "What I'd really like now though is some entertainment to go with this music. Some dancing would be wonderful."

"Yes it would," Emma agreed. "And just look at our little slut's perfectly toned body. I bet she's quite the mover."

"Yes her legs and stomach look absolutely perfect," he said as I noticed him looking me up and down as if I was bottle of expensive wine he was considering buying. "I can picture her on the dance floor in any nightclub in town, especially in that outfit she was wearing earlier."

"Well I think it's time you gave us a little show slut," Emma said grinning devilishly.

My feeling of humiliation was quickly residing to be replaced by extreme embarrassment. On a night out it would take copious amounts of alcohol before I would let myself be dragged onto the dance floor and right now it would be an understatement to say I felt a little out of my depth as I swayed nervously to the beats emanating from the television.

"Look how obedient she is!" Emma called out excitedly as I started to find a little more rhythm in my hips, my boobs gently bouncing up and down as I moved. "She's such a well-trained little thing already!"

I didn't feel any less stupid than when I started, dancing naked in front of people wasn't something I'd ever thought about let alone carried out, but Emma's words did increase my confidence. The redness in my cheeks started to reside a little, and soon both my arms and legs were starting to move in time to the beat.

"See I told you she would have some moves," Emma said to her husband as I rotated my body, giving them both a great view of my tight bum.

"Oh yes she is absolutely fantastic," agreed John, who was now slung back on the sofa enjoying the show. "She is such a little slut showing herself off like this."




Natalie Submits Ch. 02



"I bet she's been dreaming of doing this for years," the blonde replied. "She's so natural, like she has no inhibitions whatsoever."

That's certainly not how I felt! However I could just start to feel my juices starting to run down my inner thighs. Fucking hell I was turned on.

"Here come a little closer," Emma said motioning me forward.

Taking her lead I moved towards the blonde who was sat on the sofa confidently as if this was the most normal thing in the world. As my hips gyrated, she gave me a playful slap on the bum before pulling me in close to her.

"Good girl," she whispered seductively in my ear. "Now get over there and give John a good show. I want to be able to see his boner through his trousers."

Still dancing, I edged over to John who was sat beside his wife on the sofa. Instinctively his legs moved apart as I approached and I moved between his knees. Doing my best stripper impression, I sunk as low as I could to the ground, my body reverberating seductively to the beat the whole way before rising again, my eyes locked firmly onto his. He showed no obvious signs of approval, but his polite smile and the way he was lent back on the sofa told me I was on the right course. Slowly I inched my way closer to his crotch, before grinding my body on his groin as sensually as I could.

"Well aren't you a sexy little thing!" he yelped out. His eyes began to open wider as I continued to grind my ass against his cock. This was the first time I could remember John really losing his composure. Normally he was so calm and collected but right now I had him salivating at my every move.

"Yes you really are delicious, a delicious little slut," he continued as I turned to face him, before reaching out and grabbing my ass. His strong grip sent a shiver down my spine as he squeezed and fondled my bum, before using his palm to give me a firm, hard spank which caused to me yell out in surprise.

"I'd almost forgotten how wonderful these tits were," he said as reached up and began to caress my left breast. "They're so firm and round, and fit in my hand just perfectly," I let out a low gasp as he pinched my right nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger. "I bet you love dancing for your master like this don't you?"

"I do Master I love serving you," I replied with a hint of exasperation in my voice, as John retained his grip on my chest.

"And I bet you get off on it don't you? I bet you're soaking wet right now."

I would have been amazed if my juices had not been clearly visible on the inside of my thighs at this point, but John obviously felt he needed more than simply visual confirmation. Relinquishing his grip on my nipple, he reached down and ran a single finger along the outer lips of my soaking pussy. As I continued my lap dance, I could now feel his cock rock hard inside his trousers.

"Absolutely drenched," he sneered. "You really are a filthy slut. Has your pussy ever not been wet?" Since I had met John, I honestly don't think it had, I was so turned on right now. After rubbing my slit up and down a few more times, causing me to whimper with delight, he moved his fingers up to my mouth and roughly forced them between my lips. I sucked on his digits with as much effort as if I was sucking his cock, taking my juices down my throat in the process.

"I'm not sure how much more of this she can take," interjected Emma. "We wouldn't want her to cum right there on there on the spot."

"I agree," John replied. "I think it's time for the little game we had planned."

Suddenly John rose from his seat and grabbed me by my upper arms, forcing them painfully behind my back before marching me towards the door way that linked the living room to the hallway.

"Do you have the cuffs darling?" he asked looking back towards Emma.

I had never noticed them before, but situated at each corner of the doorway was a metal ring, bolted securely into the door frame. Soon Emma had fastened a pink leather cuff to each of the rings, and John held me tightly in place as she secured my limbs into each of the cuffs, so I was secured in a spread eagle fashion whilst still standing.

I felt totally exposed as John and Emma stood back to admire their handy work, the two of them were ogling me like two school children stood outside a sweetshop and soon I was fidgeting restlessly against my bondage. It was my first experience of being held like this I couldn't say it was particularly comfortable. I quickly realised the length of my restraints meant I couldn't completely relax my whole body, I either had to stand on tip toes to rest my arms or put all my weight on my arms to alleviate the aching in my ankles.

"There's so many things I could do to you right now," John said admiringly. "But that will have to wait. Right now we're going to play a little game of pleasure or pain. It's quite simple, I'll ask you a trivia question, if you answer correctly you'll receive pleasure from this box." He motioned towards a medium sized wooden chest sat behind him that resembled the kind of thing pirates would have buried their treasure in all those years ago. "However if you fail to answer correctly, the box also contains plenty of items that you won't find quite as enjoyable."

"Luckily for you all the questions are history related," said Emma. "So I guess we're about to find out just how hard you've been studying this year!"

"That's right," John replied. "I must have been up all night yesterday preparing these!"

My mind was swimming with thoughts of all the items that must be in the treasure chest. I was picturing all kinds of vibrators and dildos stacked up inside but also dreaded the thought of the paddles and whips that would inevitably accompany them.

"Anyway let's get started," John continued as he pulled out a set of question cards as if he was the host of a television show. Fucking hell he really was prepared!

"Okay here's the first question," he said confidently. "Oh this is an easy one. What country was Adolf Hitler born in?"

He was right this was an easy one. How could anyone call themselves a history student and not know anything about one of the most infamous dictators of the last hundred years?

"Austria Sir," I answered with an air of confidence in my voice.

"Good girl," John replied. "I would have been pretty shocked if you hadn't got that though. Either way you still get your reward."

He turned around and opened the treasure chest and I began to wriggle in anticipation at what he might pull out. I really wanted to feel something on my pussy right now.

"I think we'll start with this," he said producing a dome shaped object a little bit smaller than an egg and coloured pink, before adding a little bit of lube to it. "There that should do it."

I let out a loud gasp as he slowly pushed the vibrating egg inside my pussy. There was absolutely no way he needed to add any lube I was absolutely soaked already! The toy felt so cold against my inner folds and my whole body wriggled for a few seconds as I adjusted to the feeling of having it inside me.

"Now let's see how our little slut likes this," Emma said clutching a small remote control not much bigger than the egg itself. I watched her eyeing it menacingly before flicking a switch with her finger.

Fucking hell! Although the vibrations were of quite a low intensity, their suddenness fired a bolt of ecstasy through my entire body. My arms went limp as I desperately tried to clench my thighs against the pulsations of the toy.

Bollocks! As quickly as it started the vibrations had stopped. I panted deeply as I desperately tried to re-oxygenate my brain.

"I think ten seconds is more than enough pleasure for the first question don't you darling?" Emma said grinning. "What do you say to Master for letting you have this much fun?"

"Thank you Sir," I replied, still breathing heavily.

"Oh I think that's plenty," agreed John. "I think it's time for another question." He picked up another card. "Right this one's a little harder, but I doubt it will be any trouble for someone as educated as you. In what year was the Battle of Trafalgar?"

Right I should know this. I know the battle was the decisive naval battle of the Napoleonic Wars, where Nelson became a British national hero, so it must be in the early nineteenth century. But what year? 1802 perhaps? Fuck I'd do anything to get that egg vibrating again.

"1802 Master?" I replied more in hope than expectation, my eyes longingly looking towards John.

I watched as he looked down at the card, smiling to himself.

"Good try," he replied sternly. "But the answer I was looking for was actually 1805. Now I think you know what that means."

I felt my heart thump against my ribcage as he went back to the treasure box and I watched on with dread as he and Emma decided my fate. My mind went back to two nights previously, when Emma had spanked my pussy with a wooden spoon. I just hoped I wasn't in for another spanking like that.

"Right since she was so close I think two swats should be more than enough," Emma said moving her hand into the box. My heart sank. Another spanking it was then. Oh well I suppose it was only two this time.

Holy shit was that a riding crop!? My eyes almost sprang from my head as I saw what Emma was clutching. Aren't those supposed to be used on horses? My heart was absolutely racing now. I watched as Emma moved her smooth hands over the crops black leather exterior and I knew there was no mistaking it. I heard a feint swish as she swung it through the air and I felt my knees starting to tremble.

"Don't worry I'll go easy on you since it's your first time," Emma said in an attempt to soothe my nerves. It didn't work though, I just felt myself begin to shake even more violently as she sauntered towards me.

Swish! It felt like being struck with a hot poker as the crop crashed down on my outer thigh. I let out a loud scream of anguish as my whole body tensed up. I looked down to see a bright red mark on my leg where the whip had hit me.

"This would make a fun revision game wouldn't it," giggled Emma stepping back. "Answer a question wrong and you get punished! Anyway just one more to go now."

Despite feeling slightly more prepared for my second blow, my body started to wobble again as Emma moved over to my other side. 

Crack! I jumped ferociously against my restraints as Emma slammed the crop down on my opposite thigh, as if I had been given a sudden electric shock. As I slumped back down against my bonds, I noticed I now had matching red marks on either thigh.

"Good girl," John said in a pleased tone. "Aren't you lucky Miss Emma is here to help you correct your mistakes?"

"Thank you Miss Emma," I panted.

"Anyway time for another question I think," said John. "Who was the British Prime Minister at the start of the Irish potato famine?"

For fuck sake I was absolutely useless on my British Prime Ministers. I know the potato famine was mid nineteenth century so possibly someone like Disraeli or Russell?

"Benjamin Disraeli?" I answered hopefully.

"Oh dear," said John. "Looks like someone needs to be doing a little less partying! The answer I was actually looking for was Sir Robert Peel."

"That means I get to choose another punishment!" Emma said excitedly and quickly began to rummage through the treasure chest. "Now these look brilliant!"

My heart skipped a beat as she withdrew her hand, holding two clothes pins. As she held them they looked fairly innocuous, but I had a good feeling of where they were going to go.

My nipples were already pretty firm at this point, but I quickly felt them become rock hard as Emma approached. She grinned devilishly as she opened the peg and held it over my nipple, causing me to shudder in anticipation. It seemed she was in her element.

The pain was not quite as intense as I was expecting as she closed the peg on my right nipple, which by now was jutting out from my breast like a small bullet, but it was still enough to cause me to moan out loudly. I let out another impish scream as she attached the second peg to my left nipple.

"Get used to them slut they're going to be on for a little while," mocked Emma. "But don't get too pent up the pain won't really begin until we take them off!"

I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by that as I wriggled against my restraints, desperately trying to make myself more comfortable. I was becoming more and more aware of the vibrating egg sitting lonesome in my pussy and yearned for it to be turned on again.

"Better try and get this one right if you want to feel that egg again little one," John teased. "Which country expelled its Jewish population in 1496?"

I had absolutely no idea. Why had he made these questions so fucking difficult? I felt the nerves in my body start to build once again in expectancy at the punishment I knew was coming. God my nipples were really starting to ache now.

"I don't know Sir."

"By the looks of it this slut spends far too much time playing with her wet little pussy and not enough time in the library reading. The answer was Portugal." John replied scornfully. "And you call yourself a history student."

"Well I think she's well aware of the consequences now," said Emma as once again her hand delved into the chest, this time withdrawing a single clothes peg. "Now where should this go?"

She approached me in a cool yet calculated fashion. I was sure she knew exactly where she intended the peg to go but as of now I was oblivious. As I moved back on to my tip toes to alleviate the soreness that had been building in my arms she knelt down in front of me.

"Gosh you really are wet," she said huskily running her hand over my mound, causing me to squeal out in delight like an over excited child. "Wet for your master and mistress," she slowly ran her forefinger in tiny, delicate circles over my clit which was now protruding nicely. "However we can't be having our little slut losing control," she slowly increased the pressure of her finger. "She must learn to keep her arousal in check." Fucking hell she was bringing me close!

I looked down again as Emma moved her hand away from my pussy, wiping the juices that had gathered on her hand down my abdomen. Shit what was she doing!? I tried desperately to turn my body as she edged the peg closer to my pussy but it was no use, my bonds held me easily in place.

"This should control her excitement for a little while."

I let out an almighty scream as she shut the peg tightly on my clit hood. In a flash all arousal was drained from my body; it was pain like I had never experienced it before. I shuffled my weight from one foot to another in an inauspicious attempt to bring myself some relief, but it was to no avail. My clit had always been super sensitive which was great when I wanted to get myself off but right now it really felt like a burden!

"Looks like she's in a little discomfort," said John as I frantically swung my hips back and forth in an attempt to dislodge the clothes peg, it sounded like he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Oh I think she's fine," replied Emma. "If it's the way the little slut will learn then it's good for her."

"Well I suppose we should give her a chance to redeem herself. I'll give her another question."

My arms were really starting to ache now and I was sure I was losing feeling in my nipples. I think I'd do anything right now just to feel a few vibrations through my pussy. That would definitely wake me right up.

"Which country was the intended recipient of the Zimmerman Telegram?"

Yes! A question I actually knew the answer to! About fucking time! I felt my whole begin to twitch excitedly in anticipation at the reward I hope I'd receive.

"Mexico," I answered confidently.

"Well done little one," said John. "I think we all know what that means."

I eyed up Emma, who now had the remote control clasped in her hand. Stop teasing me for crying out loud!

It hit me like a bolt of electricity. I felt myself lurch forwards as a shockwave of pleasure ripped its way through my entire body, causing me to temporarily forget any pain in my nipples or clit. In fact the pegs merely seemed to heighten the fabulous sensations buzzing through my pussy.

"Looks like she's enjoying herself a bit more now," commented Emma as I began to moan out loudly. "Perhaps we should step things up though."

I spasmed violently again as I felt the intensity of the egg's vibrations increase and realised it must have multiple settings. Fucking hell this was intense! My pussy was absolutely drenched. I could just picture in my mind the luscious sound it would make if I was able to dab my fingers into it right now.

"Look at the way her hips are gyrating," laughed John. "I think this little whore would do anything to get herself off."

Oh shit there it was again! My knees buckled as Emma clicked the egg up to another level, the amount of pleasure it was giving me was absolutely unreal. My raucous groans had now developed into a despairing panting as my body did its utmost to keep itself from passing out. The pulsations in my pussy were like nothing I'd ever felt before and I could now feel my orgasm steadily building within me.

"Remember slut. Cumming without permission brings with it severe consequences," Emma called out, snapping me out of the trance like state I had developed. "You can always ask me to turn it off if you don't think you can hold on."

No! Anything but that! I was so fucking close! I drew in a deep breath as I tried to regain my composure.

"Please Mistress let me cum," I begged, trembling from head to toe.

"No," the blonde snapped back. "Hold it in bitch. Dirty sluts like you have to be controlled and trained. They have to earn their orgasms."

I clenched my thighs, forlornly trying to blank out the incredible sensations ripping through my body. Fucking hell I was wet. Perhaps Emma was right? All I was was a dirty little slut.

"What are you?" she demanded.

"A slut Mistress," I quivered. "A worthless slut."

"And what do you need?"

"I need to be trained Mistress. Trained to be your perfect slut."

I watched as Emma picked up the riding crop before running it delicately over my quivering skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever it passed.

"And who will control your orgasms from now on?"

"You and Master John Mistress."

Whack! With a loud swish, Emma cracked the crop down on my lower abdomen, just inches above my pussy.

"That's right slut," Emma said as she moved the tip of the riding crop behind me and rubbed it along my bum. "From now on that little pussy of yours belongs to us. Is that clear?"

My eyes nearly jumped out my socket as Emma slammed the whip down on my ass, taking me by complete surprise as she was behind me. It stung so much yet the mixture of pain and pleasure was totally intoxicating.

"Yes Mistress," I gasped.

"What do you reckon?" Emma said looking at her husband. "Has this slut held out long enough yet?"

"I think so," he replied. "Let her have it."

In a flash, Emma grabbed the remote control once again but flicking the switch once again. Oh my word! This must be the highest setting! I let out the most glorious roar as the egg shook my body to the core.

"That's it!" cried Emma. "Let it all out girl! Release all that pent up arousal!"

I'm sure my screams were loud enough to wake the entire street, but I couldn't have cared less. Emma was right, holding back my orgasm in was making it so much more intense.

"That's it little one!" she continued. "Don't hold back. Cum for me and your master!"

She didn't have to say it. There was no way I could have held it in any longer. My arms locked up and I screwed my eyes shut. It was only seconds away now.

Snap! The riding crop crash down on my left breast hard, knocking off the clothes peg that adorned its nipple in the process and causing me to yell out in agony.




Natalie Submits Ch. 02



"Let's see how you like a little pain with your orgasm slut," Emma snarled.

I was almost prepared for it the second time. The crop slammed down on my right breast, making almost perfect contact with my nipple and sending the peg spiralling into the air.

"Just one more peg left now little one," she said as I screamed out involuntarily. Suddenly I realised what exactly what she had meant earlier. The pain of the blood returning to my nipples was as bad as the anguish the pegs had caused me."

Emma paused for a moment, taking her time to run the crop up and down my shaking body. She looked so sexy, so powerful while I looked wretched, sweat dripping from my brow and juices dripping from my pussy. All the while the egg was buzzing away in my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to the brink of insanity. The combination of the vibrations and the pain in my clit was causing me to fidget violently against my restraints. If they hadn't been holding me up I'm sure I would have fallen straight to the floor. I needed to cum so fucking bad.

She continued to tease me, running the whip all the way up my side before flicking it gently against my right nipple. How could something that caused so much pain also be used so delicately and sensually? Oh my god I could really feel my orgasm building now. My tits started to jiggle as I began to wobble uncontrollably. This was it!

Crack! She timed it perfectly! Just as my orgasm erupted through my entire body Emma smashed the crop down on my clit hood, knocking off the clothes peg and sending the most unusual sensation through me. Pleasure and pain rolled into one, I'd never experienced anything like it. The unbelievable pleasure combined with intolerable pain sent an amazing sensation to my every nerve ending. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

"Looks like we've got a little pain slut on our hands," grinned Emma. "Who would have known?"

She moved back to where John was standing and turned off the vibrating egg, as they both paused to inspect the damage they had done. I was absolutely exhausted. As the wave of bliss began to subside from my body I realised just how much my arms were aching, strung up above me as they were.

"I know," replied John, moving forward. I let out a shiver as he bent down and skilfully removed the egg from my pussy. "She looks completely worn out."

"I don't think she's quite ready for bed yet though."

"I agree," said John unfastening my restraints. I immediately fell in a crumpled heap on the floor. I was totally spent.

John quickly reattached the lead to my collar before yanking on it tightly, dragging my exhausted frame across the floor to the centre of the living room.

"It's not every day a little slut like you gets an orgasm like that," he said menacingly as he unbuckled his trousers. "I think Master deserves a little thanks."

His cock sprang from his trousers as if it was made of elastic, looking just as magnificent as the last time I had seen it. Slowly I moved my mouth towards it and ran my tongue all along its underside.

"That's it my filthy little whore lick Master's cock. Show him how grateful you are for being allowed to cum."

I took the head of his cock in my mouth now and sucked on it. It was already bulging and I tasted a hint of pre cum on my tongue as I wrapped my lips around it.

"Don't tease me bitch!" he said forcefully. "I can see how badly you want it from the way you danced for me earlier. You wanton little slut!"

With that he yanked hard on my leash, forcing his cock deep into my mouth. I felt tears stream from my eyes as I struggled for breath, desperately trying to accommodate his huge cock.

"Oh yes!" he groaned. "Your mouth feels so fucking good. I think I could do this all night."

He started to build a steady rhythm, his cock slamming into the back of my throat with every thrust. By the sound of his loudening moans I could tell he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"That's it!" he cried still clenching my leash tightly. "I'm gonna cum!"

With that he pulled his cock out of my mouth slightly so its head was resting on my tongue. He groaned out rapturously as he spewed a huge load of cum onto my tongue.

"Good girl," he gasped stroking his cock gently. "Make sure you swallow every drop of Master's cum."

I closed my mouth, keeping all of John's salty load on my tongue for a split second before swallowing it down my throat in one heavy gulp. The feeling of the cum slowly dripping down my throat was the strangest sensation.

"What a good little pet you are," Emma said running her fingers through my hair, which by now was doused in sweat. "Always so willing and obedient."

"Isn't she just?" agreed John. "I think she really gets off on it."

"What do you say to Master for blowing his load in your mouth?"

"Thank you for allowing me to swallow your cum Master."

"Anyway," the blonde continued. "I think it's time for you to go to bed little one. We've got a very busy day lined up for you tomorrow."

With that the blonde took hold of my leash and led me up the stairs.

"This is where you'll be sleeping," she said leading, flicking on the light switch as she led me into the neatly decorated spare bedroom, before unhitching the lead from my collar. 

"Now we wouldn't want you getting into trouble by playing with yourself," Emma said holding up a pair of handcuffs. "Do you remember who controls your orgasms now?"

"You do Mistress."

"Good girl," she took both my hands cuffed them loosely behind my back. "There, now we don't have to worry about you playing yourself tonight."

I tried pulling against the handcuffs. Goddammit I couldn't get either of my hands anywhere near my pussy! There's nothing I would have enjoyed more right now than gently fingering myself to sleep.

"Now make sure you sleep well," Emma continued as she helped me into bed, pulling the covers over me. "You've got a busy day tomorrow, but one I think you'll enjoy." She lent down pressed her soft, elegant lips against my own in a loving kiss. 

Sleep well!? How the hell was I supposed to sleep well with all these dark and erotic thoughts swimming through my mind!? I fidgeted my arms against the handcuffs but it was no use. It was going to be a long night!



Natalie Submits Ch. 03



I woke up with a startle. As my eyes became accustomed to the light the image above me of Emma gently shaking me awake became clear.

"Wake up little one," she said calmly as her dazzling green eyes caught my own.

It took a few seconds before the realisation of where I was sunk in. There memories of the previous night flew back into my mind as I realised my hands were still cuffed behind my back and I began to fidget against my bonds.

"Take it easy girl you've got a busy day ahead," she continued lifting my back off the bed. "Now let's get these off of you."

The blonde pulled a key from the pocket of her dressing gown and soon my wrists were free again. I rubbed my eyes groggily as I felt the dull aching in my shoulder blades begin to subside. Even in her night wear Emma looked absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair was tied back neatly into a bun and her pink dressing gown was so short it showed off much of her golden thighs. I'd be surprised if she was wearing anything under it at all.

"Come on," she said removing the leather collar from my neck and motioning for me to get out of the bed. I looked over to the clock and saw it had just gone 10 a.m., far too early for me on a Saturday. Emma pulled back the covers and sudden rush of cold air spread over my naked body, covering me in goose bumps. Reluctantly I pulled myself off the bed.

I followed Emma down the landing, almost hypnotized by the way her ass swung from side to side in that dressing gown as she walked. She was so sexy it was unreal. 

"Like what you see huh?" The blonde turned round and gave me a sly grin. Shit she'd caught me staring! "Don't worry I'm sure you'll get to see a bit more in due course!"

I got the shock of my life as we entered the spacious bathroom. After turning the shower on to give the water a little time to warm up, Emma turned to face me. With a precise flick of her arm she yanked at the chord holding her dressing gown on, prizing it open and allowing it to fall graciously from her shoulders to the floor.

Oh my word! I was completely in awe of the goddess standing before me. It really was like she was from another planet or universe. Every inch of her body was pristinely bronzed in a way that I had only ever seen with famous actors. There was no hint whatsoever of a tan line. Her firm breasts must have been at least a C-cup and hung immaculately from her chest with seemingly no sag at all whilst her pussy was shaved completely revealing her perfectly sculpted lips. Her beauty defied anything I had ever witnessed before.

"Well what are you waiting for?" she asked as she untied her hair and stepped into the steaming water. "My pet needs a wash to doesn't she?"

Well this was certainly a first. I took a deep breath and stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind me.

"That's it my sexy little thing," she said pressing my body up to mine, before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "I don't think you really realise just how beautiful you are."

I watched as she squirted a healthy dollop of shower gel into her hand, before she began to rub it methodically into my body.

"Oh yes we want you nice and fresh for today," she said as I felt her hands run sensually up and down my back, creating a thick lather. "It's going to be so much fun."

Her hands were simply amazing. They felt so strong and powerful whilst also being so elegant and feminine. They sent a shiver down my spine as they rubbed the shower gel into my back, cleansing my every pore.

"What a cute little body you have," the blonde cooed as she ran her warm hands under my arm pits, causing me to twitch a little. "You make me so happy with how obedient you are."

Slowly she moved her hands forwards towards my petite breasts, taking each one in the palm of her hand and squeezing it gently. I let out a small moan as she then grabbed each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a little twist.

"I love it when you moan like that," she whispered huskily in my ear. "I love seeing my little pet all horny and aroused." She relinquished her grip on my nipples, both of which by now were absolutely rock hard.

My knees began to feel weak again as Emma reached down and ran her hand over my mound. It felt as if my heart skipped a beat as she paused her hand over my clit hood and began to sensuously rub it with her middle finger. I began to whimper with delight as she left her finger there, running small circles over my excited nib.

"It's amazing how easily turned on you are. It doesn't matter what time or place your tight little pussy always seems to be dripping!"

I let out a soft groan of disappointment as she moved her hand away from her pussy. Why oh why did I always get so wet around Emma?

"Remember who owns that pussy of yours now though," she continued as she turned the shower off. "And who controls your orgasms. We wouldn't want any accidents now would we?"

She led me out the shower before draping a fluffy white towel around her defined torso. "Come my pet let me dry you," she said holding out a similar towel for me.

Once again her hands rubbed up and down me from head to toe, the towel running across my every fold. As she moved it up my inner thighs, she gently prized my knees apart with her free hand. The softness of the towel felt magnificent as she rubbed it all over my pussy and caused me to gasp out loudly as a sudden burst of pleasure rippled through my body.

"There that's much better," she said as she finished rubbing down my ankles. "You're all ready for the day ahead now!"

With her towel still wrapped around her she led me back to the spare bedroom. By now I was almost getting used to being nude around John and Emma whilst they were clothed but it still felt a bit surreal walking round their house naked.

"Let's get this back on you," Emma said as she quickly reattached my collar snugly around my neck. "And also pop these on," she pulled the black, strappy heels I had worn the previous night out from under the bed. "Your legs look so sexy in them. They really accentuate how well toned your calves are."

Emma was right, the heels did look good on me, and I loved that their openness showed off my black polished toe nails. However I really didn't feel up to wearing them for a whole day!

"Now go downstairs and help yourself to some breakfast girl," the blonde continued. "You'll need your strength for today trust me!"

Butterflies stirring in my stomach, I went downstairs and poured myself a bowl of muesli but I was barely able to eat it as I nervously anticipated what was in store for me. Eventually I heard the familiar pounding of footsteps on the staircase that signalled John and Emma's arrival.

"I keep telling your dear, there's nothing wrong with having a lie in on a Saturday morning." I heard John's exasperated tone before I saw him enter the kitchen. He was dressed more casually than I'd seen him before, sporting a pair of jeans and a polo shirt which were capped off by a classy looking pair of brown brogues.

"Yes but right now you are definitely being excessive," Emma replied sternly as she too entered the kitchen. "Especially when we have such a busy day ahead of us!" She too was dressed was quite casually. Her hair was tied back into a pony tail that fell neatly down her neck whilst her loosely fitting summer dress showed off enough of her body without being too risqué. "Sorry you had to hear me raise my voice," she said softly turning to face me. "But someone here is letting their laziness get the better of them. If they are not careful they might have to be brought into line." She finished with a devious grin on her face.

I sat at the table in silence. I had no idea what to expect now.

"Anyway," John perked up trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness that had ensued. "We're going to be out until the evening we've got plenty of jobs for you to be getting on with around the house in the meantime."

He handed me a roughly scribbled list. Finish the washing up. Clean the bathroom. Hoover the living room. The list seemed to go on forever.

"We showed you where all the cleaning stuff when you first visited," said Emma. "Don't let us down little one we expect this place to be spotless by the time we get back!" They both began to wonder towards the front door. "Oh and one more thing," the blonde stuck her head back through the door momentarily. "Make sure you have your make up nicely done by the time we get back. We want our little pet looking her best for her big evening! Your handbag is at the side of your bed."

With that the pair of them left for the afternoon. I felt a sense of intrigue and disappointment. On the one hand I was upset that I'd been left to fend for myself for the afternoon but at the same time I knew that I was in for one hell of a ride this evening. My stomach was already churning with excitement!

I made sure to do all the duties I had been assigned diligently. John and Emma could be incredibly sweet and caring towards me but I had also bore the brunt of their mean streak and I wanted to keep it at bay for as long as possible! Midway through the afternoon I applied my make up as Emma had instructed, making sure to apply plenty of mascara as I loved the way it highlighted my big, dark eyes.

As the evening drew in I was shaken awake by the sudden shrill ringing of the doorbell. That's odd I thought, surely they can't both have left the house and forgotten their front door key? Obediently I scampered down the hallway towards the door. Who else would be calling in at this hour? I peeped through the spy hole. It was them alright but who was that with them? I watched on in terror as I saw John reach up and ring the bell again. I had no choice but to answer it, completely nude apart from my collar and heels. I reached down and inched the door open just a fraction.

"I thought you must have nodded off for a second," John answered with his usual allure and charm. "Don't be shy dear let us in, we'll catch a cold if we're out here too long."

I can't remember ever being more scared than this, about to open the door naked to two complete strangers. Truth be told I thought of just slamming the door shut and running for a split second, but in the end my obedience to John and Emma held strong.

"Oh your were right she's absolutely gorgeous," a women I hadn't met before stepped through the doorway after John carrying a large black leather duffel bag over her shoulder. "And you've trained her so well, answering the door completely nude I'm impressed!" She certainly didn't seem as embarrassed or surprised about this situation as I was.

"We do our best," John replied smiling at the women's approval. "Girl these are our good friends Megan and Stephen. You'll be pleased to know that they'll be joining us for a few drinks tonight."

Like most of John and Emma's friends, Megan was not lacking anything in the looks department. Her hair had been dyed a scintillating shade of dark red and fell neatly over her shoulders whilst her blue dress simply oozed class and covered her curves immaculately. Her stocking clad legs were covered to the knee by a pair of black leather boots that certainly added an allure of sexiness and authority to her appearance. "It's always a pleasure to meet a beautiful young lady like you, we've heard so much about you," she said holding out a well-manicured hand and running it gently through my hair.

"Oh yes she's got a hell of a body on her," commented Stephen as he followed Megan into the house. He stood comfortably over six feet tall and his black skin really highlighted his sturdy frame. I quivered slightly as he confidently groped my behind with his strong hands.

"Well girl why don't you show our guests what a good pet you can be and take their coats for them," said John. "Then perhaps you can get some drinks for the four of us."

I brushed past Emma as I went to hang Stephen and Megan's coats up. "I want you on your best behaviour tonight," she whispered to me grinning. "Tonight will be a lot of fun if you do as you're told!"

A few minutes later I was back in the living room serving drinks to the group.

"You know I criticize you for a lot of things John," Megan said curtly as she pressed her lips against her glass. "But I could never criticize your wine choice. Perfect as always."

It's a subject I know all too well," replied John. "But it takes years of practise to really master the fine art."

It seemed a little surreal, the two couples just casually making polite conversation as I walked around the room holding a tray in one hand whilst completely nude, but I was finally starting to feel the awkwardness subside inside me. It seemed that Stephen and Megan were not the least bit surprised by my state of undress, and so I moved between the group as if this were a completely normal situation.

"You know I think it's time that we had a bit of fun," Emma said as a wicked grin spread across her face. "Girl do you know where Megan works?"

"No Miss," I saw John wonder off towards the kitchen.

"She works at Bliss, the beauty salon up town. I'm sure you've heard of it Megan has a lot of upscale clients there."

I'd heard of it alright, it was easily the most upscale salon in town. Needless to say it was a million miles out of my price range though.

"Well we'd like Megan to give you a little makeover. We want to make you even more gorgeous than you already are and it will really show that you belong to us." I saw John return clutching a wooden chair from the kitchen, carefully placing it in the centre of the room.

"Sounds like you're very lucky girl," said John, taking my hand and sitting me on the chair.

"What would you like done first?" asked Megan as she began to rummage through her large bag. "Should we use these?" She produced from some black leather wrist and ankle restraints.

"Good idea," replied John. "This one's a real wriggler!" He took the restraints from the redhead and began to fasten me to the chair. Using two sets of the cuffs, he placed one end of each pair around my ankles before fastening the other to the leg of the chair. They weren't so tight that they completely immobilized me but it was more than enough to know I wasn't leaving the chair any time soon. Next I felt John's strong grip pull my arms behind me, before he linked them together round the back of the chair with another set of cuffs. "There we go," he said stepping back triumphantly. "Nice and secure."

"Now then," Emma said stepping towards me. "I think we need to make this pussy nice and smooth," she delicately ran her fingers over my inner thigh, causing me to involuntarily jump and fidget against my bonds. "John and I both prefer our pets bare down there."

"Ok then," Megan replied in a business like manner. "How would you like it done? I could shave it off but the stubble would grow through in no time at all. I could get a much nicer finish if I wax it."

Waxing! Fucking hell! I'd read quite a bit in magazines about people getting waxed down there and knew it was pretty common these days but I'm sure I would be blinded by the pain! I'd always made an effort to keep my pubic hair nicely trimmed but I'd never gone the whole hog and actually shaved it off, no matter how much pressure had been put on me by past boyfriends.

Emma must have sensed the unbridled fear in my eyes. "I think we'll let the little pet off the hook for now and keep it too a shave."

"Very well," said Emma. "The pain will be considerably less but the smoothness won't last for nearly as long. John be a dear and go fetch a bowl of warm water from the kitchen."

I watched as the redhead began to rummage through her back once again. This time she produced a razor, a can of shaving foam and a pair of scissors from its depths.

"Although you are quite well groomed down there, the hair could with being just a fraction shorter, just so it doesn't catch on the blade." I took a sharp intake of breath as she pulled at a tuft of my hair and clipped away at it, beginning the methodical process of trimming down my bush, only pausing momentarily to acknowledge John's return with the bowl of water. "There that's much better," she said downing her scissors, satisfied at her handiwork.

Next she took a small washcloth from her bag and took her time to soak it in the warm water. I let out a light gasp as she proceeded to run the cloth all over my mound. The contrast in temperature between the warm cloth and the cool air was so much more apparent with the length of my pubes having been reduced to mere millimetres. "This will really soften the hairs and open up the follicles," she continued as she ran the cloth up and down my outer lips.

I felt my heart rate step up a notch as Megan squirted a fat dollop of shaving foam into her hand before beginning to lather it sensuously into my groin. She didn't hold back with her movements as she used her fingers to run the foam right up to my pussy lips, seemingly determined to shave every last follicle. Once she was satisfied, she quickly rinsed her hands in the bowl before picking up the razor. Clutching it carefully between her well-manicured fingers, she moved the blade slowly towards my groin and I began to feel my legs tremble in anticipation. With the precision of a surgeon, she gracefully glided the blade across the fuzz covering my pubic bone, removing the smallest amount of hair from my body before dipping the razor into the bowl of water clean it. Soon this process became methodical, but it didn't stop my whole body tensing up in anticipation each time the blade kissed my soft skin. Within a few minutes the area above my pussy was completely bare, and already a new coolness in that area that I had never experienced before.

"Stay very still now," said Megan. "I wouldn't want do any damage to you down there."

The look of painstaking concentration on her face told me she wasn't joking. With her thumb and forefinger she carefully stretched the skin to the side of my pussy to allow for the closest possible shave. As she ran the razor right up to my pussy I struggled to stifle a small moan. Shit I couldn't believe this was actually starting to turn me on! I couldn't suppress my horniness for much longer as she continued to manoeuvre the razor around my box, and by time she was satisfied with her work I was a quivering wreck on the chair.

"There doesn't that look so much better," the redhead said triumphantly as she wiped away any excess foam with a towel. "And from the sounds of it you quite enjoyed it too," she smiled knowingly at me. Obviously my moans hadn't gone unnoticed.

I had to admit it did look a lot sexier now there wasn't a hair in sight of my groin, and the cool air I now felt over that region brought with it a sensation I had never experienced before. I certainly couldn't criticize the job Megan had done.

"It looks absolutely amazing," Emma said as she stepped forward. "And just think how much more sensitive you're going to be little one," she stared deeply into my eyes. "You're going to be practically bursting with orgasms!" She reached down and ran a single finger seductively over my bare mound. Almost involuntarily I began to fidget and squeal with delight, causing a delicious smile to spread across the blonde's face. "I suppose it's just lucky for you that I control your orgasms isn't it my beautiful little pet?" She moved her hand away from my pussy and I was sure I could just start to feel my juices radiate from my smooth lips. "I think you've something to thank haven't you girl?"

"Thank you Megan."

Bang! Emma's hand crashed down harshly onto my bare thigh causing my whole body to jolt upright. "Show some respect girl!" she barked at me indignantly.

"Thank you for shaving my pussy Miss Megan."

"That's much better girl. And luckily for you that's only part one of your makeover complete. You've got so much more to come."




Natalie Submits Ch. 03



"What would you like done now?" Megan queried politely as she packed her shaving kit away.

"We want a new look for our pet," said John from his position on the sofa. "Isn't that right darling?"

"It is," replied Emma who was now running her fingers through my hair. "We want a gorgeous new look for this little thing. Something that shows her she is totally owned by us."

"Very well," said Megan producing another pair of scissors, a water sprayer and a comb from her bag. "How would you like it done?"

"We want it short," continued Emma. "Something that will shock her friends next time they see her. Something that will always remind her who she belongs to."

I instantly started to tremble with fear. I'd never had my hair cut shorter than its current shoulder length before and as a woman the thought of losing all control of my hair was absolutely terrifying.

"You want this don't you little one?" Emma cooed obviously sensing my distress. "You want to show that you belong to John and I don't you? Just think how happy it will make us." I paused for a few seconds to contemplate my fate.

"Yes I do Miss Emma," I replied nervously.

"Good girl," she said patting me on the head sympathetically. "Just think it could have been worse for you; we were considering getting it dyed pink as well!"

"Ok I know what I'm going to do," Megan said after a brief pause. "I will cut it right back to your ears in a bob cut, but I'll give it a bit of asymmetry so it still looks as sexy as hell. How does that sound?"

"I don't know," replied Emma looking at me. "Do you like the sound of that pet?"

"Yes Miss," I quivered.

"Don't say it to me. Tell Megan exactly what you want little one."

"Miss Megan, I want you to cut my hair short. I want you to cut it exactly as my Mistress and Master require."

With that Megan clasped her comb between gritted teeth and sprayed a volley of water into my hair. Seconds later I felt her run the comb through my hair before hearing the dreaded snipping sound and feeling my hair softly landing on the back of my neck. It was impossible to supress a tear as she continued to slice through what had once been my pride and joy. However seeing this Emma quickly grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "You're such a brave little thing," she whispered softly in my ear. "I'm so proud of you." Soon I was feeling the same cool rush of air on my neck that I had felt on my pussy earlier as it became totally exposed. As my hair continued to fall all around me I began to feel my ear on one side exposed as well. My mind's eye started to picture what it would look like.

"There we go that should do it," Megan said using her hands to style it for me. "What do you think hun?"

As the redhead held up a small mirror in front of me I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me. I looked so different, almost unrecognizable from the innocent teenager who had started her first year at college just a few months previously. As my shock subsided, I had to admit that Megan was an incredibly talented hairdresser. She had done exactly as she'd described earlier. She'd cut my hair right back, but had made it slightly longer on one side so that my ear was completely uncovered on one side with my hair swept across to the other. The cut she had given me was certainly incredibly sassy and sexy.

"Thank you Miss Megan I love it."

"Good it looks fantastic doesn't it!" exclaimed Emma as she placed her hands on my shoulders and gently kneaded them. "You look like such a sexy little slut now. There's no hiding behind that sweet innocent exterior anymore!" With that she planted her soft luscious lips onto mine and wrapped her arms around my neck as we entwined in a loving kiss.

"Don't get too comfortable girl," John said standing up. "We've still got plenty in store for you tonight." The full brunt of his expensive cologne filled my nostrils as he reached around me and released me from my restraints. "We need to go upstairs for your next task." John quickly attached the leash to my collar and the rest of the group followed as he led me upstairs towards the bathroom. As we entered, John pulled on the lead hard forcing me towards the cold tiled floor. "That's it girl," he said menacingly. "Get on the floor where a pet like you belongs."

I felt totally exposed, on all fours with all my holes available to the group. "Oh my look at this ass!" giggled Emma. I shivered a little as I felt her hands grab and grope my ass cheeks, pulling them apart even further. "It's so cute and tight I bet nothing's ever been up here before has it sweet?"

"No Miss Emma," I shuddered as she ran a single finger over my sensitive little rosebud. No matter how much my previous partners had begged and nagged, my back door had always remained firmly off limits, and I hadn't planned on changing that in the imminent future.

"Ooo well that's going to change my dear," Emma continued as she ran her hands all over my behind. "Don't worry though little one we won't be subjecting you to anything too big just yet, we're going to train you up to be our perfect little anal slut," she gave my rump a playful unexpected spank which caused me to squeal out gently. "For starters we're just going to give you a little enema, just to make sure you're nice and clean down there before we begin."

An Enema!? Wasn't that the kind of thing they administered in hospitals? The thought of John's manhood disappearing down my forbidden passage wasn't worth contemplating!

"Don't worry," said Emma sensing my trepidation. "Once you get used to it the sensation really is incredible. And we just want to make sure you are nice and safe before we begin."

"Ok this isn't a procedure I've carried out a huge number of times before," Megan said calmly. "But it should be relatively simple," I heard the snap of elastic as she put on a pair of disposable rubber gloves. "First things first we have to have to put a little bit of lube on your ass," I saw her flip the lid off a small bottle before pouring a generous amount onto her hand. "This is a nice one. It should take away any discomfort you feel."

I felt her spread my cheeks with one hand whilst the other moved down to my bum hole. Ever so gently she ran her finger around the outside of my rosebud, occasionally brushing her knuckles over my pussy and causing me to illicit a small moan. As she continued to circle my anus I felt myself gradually become more worked up. I was amazed just how sensitive I was in that region.

"That feels good doesn't it my pet," interjected Emma. "I bet you never would have guessed just how good that would feel, just wait till you feel it inside you!"

As soon as she said it my eyes bulged from my head and I yelped out as Megan slowly prized the tip of her finger into my bum. "God you really are tight down here. I can tell you haven't had anything up here before," the redhead exclaimed. "I'm gonna take it slow, just try and relax your ass for me."

Kneeling on the cold and foreboding bathroom floor, I closed my eyes and did my best to steady my quaking legs as Megan inched her finger into my behind. Just relax your ass I kept telling myself as the redhead continued to probe away. It felt so unnatural to have something enter my body at a place that is usually an exit point but eventually I began to get used to the sensation and actually found it quite pleasant.

"There we go that's all the way in," said Megan. "Now it's time for the real thing."

Slowly she eased her finger out of me, and my eyes lit up with horror as she produced a rubber bag of similar size and shape to a hot water bottle and length of pipe from her bag. "Don't worry," Emma said soothingly. "John and I would never let anything bad happen, you'll be absolutely fine." Her words did little to alleviate my apprehension. Fucking hell that much water in my ass!? I think I'll burst!

I watched as Megan carefully filled the bag with warm water, before hanging it from the wall and methodically applying more lube to the nozzle. "This won't feel like anything you've ever experienced before but just remember to relax your ass and let it in." Slowly Megan edged the nozzle past my rosebud and gently forced it into my ass. Apart from being slightly bigger, the sensation did not feel that different from her finger and I wiggled my bum gently just to make myself more comfortable. "Here it comes," the redhead called out and I quickly braced myself as I saw her turn the release valve attached to the pipe.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I blurted out completely involuntarily. It was easily the most strange sensation I'd ever felt. It wasn't painful but at the same time it wasn't particularly pleasant either.

"Remember what Megan said," John said calmly. "Just relax and it will feel much smoother." Relax!? How the hell was I supposed to relax whilst on all fours on the bathroom floor in front of four people, getting my ass filled with hot water!

As the water continued to pour in, I started to feel really uneasy. It was quite an effort to tense my abs and keep myself from rocking from side to side as my stomach started to cramp up. "Just a little more to go now," Emma said teasingly, clearly enjoying my obvious discomfort. Smack! Completely unexpectedly the blonde slammed the palm of her hand on my behind, causing me to howl out in agony as I desperately tried to maintain my composure. "Weren't expecting that now were you pet," she grinned before slamming her hand down on my other cheek.

"Right that's all the water inside you now," said Megan. "Try to hold still now while I take the nozzle out." Desperately I clenched my cheeks together as I felt the redhead's firm grip gently haul the ending from my bum hole. It was such a relief to know that I would be able to empty myself in just a few seconds.

"How does that feel my little slut?" Emma called out. "I bet my pet is desperate to use the toilet isn't she?"

"Yes Miss Emma," I grunted through gritted teeth. The strained expression on my face would have told anyone watching that I had never been more desperate to relieve myself.

"Hold it in for now," the blonde commanded. "I really want to see you squirm down there."

Still on all fours, I braced myself and did my best to think of anything other than using the bathroom. Just think of anything other than taking a dump I kept telling myself but it was no use, every second I remained on the bathroom floor my desperation seemed to increase tenfold.

"You're doing so well my little pet," Emma said huskily. "I think we need to make things a little more difficult for you." I sensed her reaching over my body before suddenly I felt a searing pain shoot down my spine. My whole face distorted and I yelled out as she placed a clothes peg directly over my spine just below my neck. I spasmed wretchedly as I tried to hold myself together but it was a minor miracle that I didn't create a mess on the bathroom floor.

"I thought we were going to have a little accident there for a second," giggled Emma. "Slut must have remembered that it would have been her who would have cleaned it up!"

"Please let me use the toilet Miss!" I groaned; sweat now pouring from brow as I felt myself on the verge of tears.

"Not just yet dear," she replied. "I want to really hear you beg!" This time I was slightly more prepared as she attached another peg to my body, this one midway down my spine. However it didn't stop me screaming with distress as the pain raced through my body. "Not long now," she said watching as my arms and legs began to shake more and more violently. 

Slowly and intricately she applied another peg, this one just above the top of the crack of my ass. I gritted my teeth as I pulled myself together and tried to put the feeling of sickness to the back of my mind. "Please Miss," I sobbed. "Please let me use the toilet. I need to go so badly."

"What do we think everyone? Has she suffered for long enough?"

"I think she has," John replied coolly. There was a murmur and nod of agreement from Stephen.

"Very well then," continued Emma. "You my relieve yourself my dear."

The pegs stripped themselves from my body as with the speed of a runaway train I leapt from the floor and dashed to the toilet. It was the most wonderful, blissful feeling in the world, almost orgasmic as I sat there and emptied myself. The embarrassment of going to the toilet in front of a group of people didn't even enter my mind for a single second.

"Well done little one you did very well there," Emma said as I gasped for breath. "To say well done we've got a little present for you." What she produced was unmistakable. Completely black and about four inches in length, I knew exactly where the butt plug was going. "Bend over and touch your toes little one." Obediently I complied, and soon I felt Emma slowly easing the plug into my bum. "There we go," she said smiling. "Now you better get used to wearing that girl. We want it in when you're at home, when you're at college, when you're here, and we will be checking up on you!" Right now the plug felt a little awkward sitting in my backside as it was a little larger than Megan's finger and the enema nozzle, but I was getting used to the sensation now and it wasn't uncomfortable.

"Well you've certainly undergone a bit of makeover tonight," said John looking at me. "And I think you've got a lot of work to do to say thank you. But first I think we need to take you to the bedroom." John took me hold of my leash and led me through to the master bedroom.

"Down on your knees girl," he barked as he reached the middle of the room. As I fell to the floor, he dropped the lead and it hung between my breasts. "Now then girl I think you owe Megan some gratitude."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Megan peel off her dress, revealing even more of her mouth-watering bust. Capped in a lacy pink bra, they hung exquisitely from her chest and must have been at least a D or an E cup.

"I think you know what to do," John said as the redhead stepped out of her matching panties and approached me. 

Still in her stockings and boots, Megan stopped, her crotch mere inches from my face and I was able to take in her luscious aroma for the first time. Hungrily I stuck out my tongue and ran it slowly, ever so slowly along her pussy from bottom to top. Her box was perfectly smooth like mine now was, and felt absolutely divine as I continued to lap away at her outer lips, revelling in her taste.

"Wow are you sure this girl is straight?" Stephen questioned jokingly, clearly impressed with my cunnilingus skills.

"Oh she was," replied Emma excitedly. "But we're training her to be a perfect little pussy licker! Once she got her first taste there was no stopping her!"

"You're telling me!" groaned Megan exasperatedly as I continued to lick her dry. Now I began to focus more on her clit, delicately flicking my tongue against it and causing the redhead to moan even louder. Soon her hands were clamped firmly to the back of my head, her fingers sensuously running through my hair as she held me in place.

"Well how's she doing?" asked Emma as I started to write out the alphabet on Megan's clit with my tongue.

"She's amazing!" she grunted as her breathing got heavier and heavier. "But I need her to do one thing. I need her to put a finger in my ass!"

"Well you heard the lady," Emma replied grinning.

I had never done it before, but I was so caught up in the moment that I was able to use my initiative. I took my forefinger and ran it up and down Megan's now sopping pussy, before gently inserting it into her snatch. She squealed loudly as I gently manoeuvred it inside her, but I quickly removed it once I was satisfied it was nicely coated in her juices. Slowly I ran my finger between her cheeks, and I felt the redhead's whole body shudder with anticipation as I moved it closer and closer to her opening. Once I had found it I teased her a little, circling her rosebud, occasionally inserting the smallest possible tip of my finger before pulling out again. "Don't fuck about!" she screeched desperately. "I need it so bad just put it in me!"

Obediently complying, I pushed the first digit of my finger inside her. As I did I looked up and was mesmerized by look on Megan's face, her eyes were slammed shut in concentration whilst sweat was pouring from brow, such was the ecstasy she was feeling. Spurred on I slipped my finger in deeper, right up to the knuckle. I was rewarded as Megan once again let out a long shrill moan as I continued to fill her ass. "That's it baby," she cried. "Now finger my ass as you lick me!"

I felt Megan's hands clasp tightly to the back of my head and soon I was devouring her pussy with my tongue once again. I didn't want to risk hurting the redhead so kept my fingering at a relatively low velocity, however as her moans became louder and louder I gently increased the pace of my movements. "Fuck yes!" she moaned ravenously as I pumped my finger methodically in and out of her bum. "I'm not going to last much longer!"

I furiously lapped away at her snatch, her plentiful juices dripping all over my face whilst I tried to maintain the pace of my fingering. Eventually Megan clenched hold of my head tighter than she had at any point and let out several long devastating groans that signalled her orgasm. "That was unbelievable," she panted between long, deep breaths as she finally relinquished her grip on my head."

"Good job girl," smiled Emma. "See I wasn't lying when I said what a good pussy licker she was!"

"You certainly weren't," gasped Megan as she gradually returned from her orgasmic bliss. "She was incredible."

"I bet Stephen would like to see what he makes of that tongue as well wouldn't he?"

"You bet I would!" replied Stephen. He certainly didn't need asking twice. As quick as a flash he had his belt buckle undone and was stepping out of his trousers. "Perhaps you'd like to do the honours girl," he said stepping forward and pushing the large bulge in his boxer shorts towards my face.

I didn't need any further instruction. I lifted my hand and grabbed hold of the waistband of his underwear and began to peel them down.

"I think she'd look better pulling those down with her teeth," Emma interjected quickly.

I gripped the waistband of his boxers between my teeth and gradually shifted them down Stephen's thighs. It wasn't easy circumnavigating the bulge that was now growing bigger by the second, but as I pulled past it it sprang out like a tiger escaping from its cage. Finally I was able to take in Stephen's manhood for the first time as it leapt up and tip of his penis slapped me in the cheek.

His sheer size simply took my breath away. I had thought John was incredibly well endowed but Stephen really was on another level. His thick dark penis jutted out an unbelievable distance from his groin and I quickly began to wonder how the hell I was going to fit it in my mouth. I just hoped it wasn't going to get any bigger! "Time for your first taste of black cock I think my pet," Emma said teasingly.

I took the head of his swollen cock in mouth and sucked it gently. It wasn't an illusion, it was big alright. As Megan's juices continued to dry on my face, I gripped the base of his cock with my hand and stroked Stephen lovingly as I tried to take more of him into my throat.

"How's she doing?" John asked from across the room.

"Oh she's doing good," replied Stephen. "You can tell she hasn't had a cock this big before though."

"Well perhaps she could do with a little encouragement." John reached down between my legs and began to roughly rub my pussy. "That's it girl," he sneered. "Let me see you take that thing down your throat like the slut you are. I know you want to feel it in your pussy."

John's fingers flickering in and out of my box made it quite difficult to concentrate on Stephen's cock, but gradually I found myself being able to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. "She's really getting the hang of it now," he grunted as he slammed his cock into the back of my throat.




Natalie Submits Ch. 03



"You wish you could see just how wet she is," John replied. "I can tell she's enjoying it from here." Indeed my moans of elation were so well stifled by his dick that Stephen would have no idea just how turned on I was. By now he was really fucking my face with no inhibitions, and my eyes were starting to stream a little as he pushed the limits of my gag reflex.

"I think her pussy's ready for you now buddy," John called out as he continued to finger me. Almost simultaneously he pulled his fingers away from my pussy as Stephen removed his cock from my mouth. As I panted for air, John forced me back down onto all fours. "She's all yours now. Don't hold back, she wouldn't want you to!"

Stephen moved behind me and placed his hands on my hips to steady himself. I felt the tip of his cock line up with my folds before he gently pushed against them. "Oh fuck!" I yelled as he slowly filled me up. His girth was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I think he could tell he was really stretching me, and I was grateful that he took his time edging his way inside.

"She's so dam tight," he moaned as he began to thrust in and out of me, trying to find a rhythm. "It feels so good though." He began to fuck me faster as he became more comfortable and soon I was gyrating my hips towards him with each thrust, desperate to feel his cock deep inside me.

"Looks like our little pet is enjoying her first taste of dark meat," giggled Emma as I began to scream louder and louder each time Stephen slammed his cock into me. There was now a noticeable sound each time his hips crashed into my ass.

"Yea well I know what might keep her quiet," said John. He stepped in front of me and unzipped his jeans revealing his own erection. Although it paled in comparison to the size it of Stephen's, it was nonetheless a very impressive cock in its own right. "Suck on this slut," he barked forcing his cock into my mouth. I didn't really have any choice in the matter; as soon as John's dick had passed my lips he began to steadily fuck my face. Although my own moans had been muffled, they were quickly replaced by his own as I felt his cock really begin to bulge inside my throat. "That's it take it bitch," he snorted as began to move his hips back and forth with aplomb.

As he continued to fuck me, Stephen bent over and reached under me for my breasts. I moaned wildly into John's dick as he squeezed and pinched my nipples, making them rock hard before kneading my boobs like lumps of dough. My screams were barely audible as my orgasm built inside me, but soon my knees were practically giving way underneath me as my whole body spasmed and yelled out in elation.

"Oh fuck I'm so close now," Stephen bellowed, now losing control of his advances.

"Come over here," said John. "Let's give this slut the finish she deserves."

Stephen and John both pulled out of me, and soon I was kneeling before them with their cocks in my face. "That's it girl," John encouraged. "Take one of us in each hand and finish what you started."

I began to stroke each of them, and quickly had both men weak at the knees as I brought them closer to the edge.

"That's it I can't last any longer," grunted Stephen as he shot a thick load of cum into my face, landing on my forehead but quickly dripping down towards my lips.

It wasn't long before John lost his composure too, spurting his load all over my mouth and chin.

"That was great," stammered Stephen. "The best suck and fuck I've had for ages." He stepped back to admire my face, now covered in three loads of cum.

"Oh she is fantastic isn't she!" agreed Emma who had been sitting on the bed taking the whole scene in. "I think pet needs to get herself clean now before she gets ready for bed. I think she knows what to do."

Obediently I lifted a finger and used it to scoop up the cum that had not already dried and put it in my mouth. "Don't swallow it yet," Emma called out. "I want to see the whole load on your tongue before you do." I ran my finger along my chin, picking up as much ejaculate as I could before moving up my face and cleaning up my eyebrows.

"Good girl that's what I like to see," Emma said as I held out my cum covered tongue. "You may gobble it all up now." I closed my mouth, took a deep breath and slurped down the cum, before showing Emma my clean tongue. "Well done pet," she continued. "Now say thank you to our guests for wonderful evening and go get yourself cleaned up properly."

I crawled along to where Stephen and Megan were now sat together. "Thank you for fucking me so well Master Stephen and thank you for my makeover Miss Megan." They both smiled in acknowledgment before I left the bedroom and went for another shower.

Soon I was tucked up in bed again, my hands loosely cuffed behind my back by Emma. "Well done today I'm very proud of you," she leant down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love your new look I feel as if you really belong to us now and you look so dam sexy!" With that she flicked the light off and left me in peace. It was so frustrating not being able to play with myself after an evening of being tormented like I had but as I wriggled against my bonds I knew it wouldn't be long until next time!



Natalie Submits



"Well lately I've been reading a lot of stuff on the net."

"Oh yea what kind of stuff?"

"Well mostly erotic fiction actually."

Shit! Why the hell did I just admit that? I must be a lot more drunk than I thought.

"Hey it's ok hun there's nothing wrong with that," Emma said squeezing my knee harder than ever. "What kind of erotica do you like to read?"

"All sorts," I stammered. I wondered if Emma could feel how much I was shaking. "I only started reading it when I split up with Darren."

"Oh that's so adorable baby," she replied staring directly into my eyes. "Tell me, do you play with yourself while you read?"

I felt so nervous right now I could barely speak. My mouth had completely dried up.

"It's ok, you can tell us," Emma said now stroking her hand frantically up and down my thigh. God how could she do this to me?

"Yes," I mustered, barely audibly.

"Aw don't worry hun that's nothing to be ashamed of," said Emma. The warm smile she gave me made me feel much better.

"Yea I think you'd be surprised just how many people read that kind of stuff," John said reassuringly. "It's very common."

"Oh yea," continued Emma, finally taking her hand from my leg and giving me some space to breathe. "Would it surprise you to hear that John and I both enjoy reading erotica together?"

I looked up at John. He was just sitting there. So calm. So assured. Almost as if discussing what he and his wife did to get off was the most natural thing in the world. And here I was quivering like a nervous wreck! I couldn't deny that the discussion was turning me on though.

"That's right," he said. "Although we do prefer a particular type of erotica."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"There's a particular genre we enjoy reading," he explained. "Domination and submission to be precise."

What? I thought it was only weirdos and freaks who were into that kind of stuff?

"You mean like Fifty Shades of Grey and stuff like that?" My curiosity had certainly been triggered.

"You're not far off," Emma replied, seemingly pleased at my question. "So tell me Natalie, do you ever like to read that kind of thing?"

"I have occasionally," I said, butterflies now swirling in my stomach once again.

"And when you read it do you play with yourself?" I could sense her leaning in towards me again.

"Yes," I could feel a faint tingle in my pussy.

"And when you play with yourself, do you imagine you're the dominant or the submissive?"

My mind was racing. Not for the first time tonight I could barely speak.

"The one being tied up or the one doing the tying?" John added, sensing my nervousness.

"The one being tied up," I murmured. "Always the one being tied up."

"Oh so we've got a little slave girl on our hands!" giggled Emma. "Don't worry though; loads of people have submissive fantasies."

"Yes," added John. "It's just most people are too afraid to carry them out."

I didn't know what to say. This situation was totally alien to me. Just openly discussing my sexual fantasies with a couple I'd only just met. God it was making me wet though.

"Too right," said Emma. "Natalie when you play with yourself it's not the same as having a real man inside you is it?"

"No."

"Wouldn't you just love to one day be able to let all your inhibitions go and experience your wildest fantasies for real?"

"Yes."

"And I bet you're wet right now just thinking about it."

How did she know? Fuck she could read me like a book. They had me completely under my spell. I think I'd do anything they said right now.

"You want to show me just how wet you are don't you?"

"Yes," my heart was hammering so hard I could actually feel it against my rib cage. Was this really happening?

"Yes what?" Emma said more sternly now. "What does a submissive like you call their dominant?"

"Yes Mistress," I whispered, not intentionally, it was all my voice box could muster.

"Good girl," replied Emma with a devilish grin on her face. "From now on we are Miss Emma and Master John is that clear?"

"Yes Miss Emma."

"Don't worry baby," Emma whispered in my ear comfortingly. "I can see how much you want this. Trust me you are going to love every second of it."

I couldn't speak. I felt as if my body had completely frozen over. I couldn't ever remember being this excited and this scared at the same time.

"Take your trousers off little one," Emma commanded me. "Show us what a little slut you really are."

She just called me a slut! Maybe she was right though it wasn't like I wasn't going to comply with her demands. That warm, engaging smile and sparkling green eyes had totally intoxicated me. How could anybody resist?

Slowly I slipped off my dark, small platform shoes to reveal my bare feet.

"Good girl," said Emma. "Don't be shy now."

I reached down and unbuttoned my trousers, before gradually pulling down the zipper. If I didn't back out now I never would.

"Here let me help you with those," Emma said as I stood up, still clutching the top of my trousers tightly.

She grabbed hold of the top of trousers, not with any strength or aggression, but with just enough force for me to know she was in complete control of me. With surprising ease she slowly slipped my trousers down my thighs, sensually cupping my ass cheeks as she went.

"Well well well what do we have here?" she said grinning as I stepped out of my trousers, leaving them in a heap on the floor. "Looks like someone's a much bigger slut than I could ever have possibly imagined."

I looked down at my sky blue satin panties. There was absolutely no mistaking the large wet patch on the front of them, right over my pussy.

"Well I just want to see if she's wearing a matching bra," said John, casually fondling my ass from behind. "I know I love this bum though."

"Excellent idea," said Emma. "Girl I think you know what to do."

Still standing up, I reached down and pulled my black top over my head before tossing it to the floor, revealing the pale skin of my torso.

"Oh my she looks amazing!" said Emma, looking on appreciably at my matching blue bra. "Get up on the coffee table and give us a twirl!"

Nervously I stood up on the large glass table, feeling very aware of the two sets of eyes sizing up every inch of me. Even though I was in my underwear, as I turned round and my eyes locked into those of John and Emma I felt totally naked, totally exposed.

"Wow she looks absolutely incredible doesn't she?" John said. "Such a tight, petite body."

"I know she's such a sexy little thing isn't she," replied Emma. "Girl what do you say to Master John for being so complimentary to you?"

"Thank you Master," I replied, still standing on the coffee table.

"Err no," snapped Emma. "Get down on the floor where a slave like you belongs."

I stepped down from the table and instinctively fell to my knees in front of John. My eye's level with his smart, brown shoes all I could think about was how submissive I felt, worthy of nothing more than grovelling at his feet.

"Thank you Master," I repeated, my head bowed downwards towards the floor.

"Isn't she such an obedient pet," said John. I could sense great satisfaction in his voice as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Oh yes she is," replied Emma. "But even obedient pets need to be controlled."

With that I heard the click clack of Emma's sultry heels as she waltzed across the living room towards the stairs. I didn't dare move as I kept my head pointing firmly towards the ground at John's feet. A minute or so later I heard her re-enter the room before I saw her feet stop next to where I was knelt.

"Look up my little slut."

The view from my position on the floor was simply mesmerising. As I looked up I could really take in Emma's beauty in a way that wasn't possible before. Her legs were perfectly sculpted, firm but not overly muscular and tanned perfectly. She obviously spent a lot of time abroad. The pair of blue heels she wore matched her dress perfectly and the five inch heel on each of them only added to the gorgeous shape of her calves. As I continued to look up, I saw what she was holding and the menacing glint in her eyes sent shivers down my spine.

"Good girl, now let's get these on you."

As Emma stepped round behind me, she slipped the blindfold down my forehead and over my eyes, removing my sight completely. Initially I was shocked by the coolness of the black leather against my skin but I soon realised just how vulnerable I felt – totally exposed.

"Perfect, just these now."

I felt her firm grip against my right wrist as she secured the cuff around it before she moved to my left. As I heard it click shut I pulled against the restraints and realised just how immobilized I was, my hands tightly secured behind my back.

"Oooh just look at her squirm!" giggled Emma as she watched me struggle against my bonds. "I think she likes being tied up!"

"I know isn't it amazing," replied John. "I'm sure that wet patch is getting bigger as well."

Without any warning I felt a hand run down my stomach and under my panties. It must have been John's as it felt much stronger and larger than Emma's had been earlier. Unlike his wife he didn't softly caress me, instead roughly running his hand up my slit, eliciting from me a sudden, shrill moan.

"Absolutely drenched. What a dirty little slut we have here," he said removing his hand from my panties. "If your pussy makes a mess of our carpets you'll be the one cleaning it!"

Suddenly I felt the force of John's fingers pushing against my lips. I started to gag as he pushed his fingers deep into my throat and forced me to clean my off my saturated juices.

"Have you ever tasted yourself before slut?" he asked, withdrawing his fingers from my mouth.

"Yes Master."

"I'm not surprised," he replied. "A dirty little thing like you could hardly avoid it could you?"

"Help me get this thing into the kitchen," I heard Emma say. "A little whore like this needs to teased until she's screaming out loud, begging to cum!

I felt the full strength of John's broad, muscular frame as he grabbed me by the shoulders and hoisted me to my feet. With my knees trembling, I was led to the kitchen, John keeping hold of me and guiding me. As we entered, the sound of Emma's heels against the hard, tiled floor reminded me exactly who was in charge. Suddenly I was bent forward at the waist and just as I was bracing myself for a hard landing on the unforgiving floor, I felt the frame of the solid oak kitchen table catch me.

"There that should do it," John said as I imagined him standing back and admiring his handiwork. "Doesn't that ass just look so inviting with her bent over like that?"

"Oh it does," replied Emma. "But I think I'd prefer it much more like this."

Once again I heard the familiar sound of her heels clicking across the floor before her hands grabbed hold of the waistband of my panties.

"Hmm yes it's definitely better this way," she said as she eased my underwear over the curves of my bum and thighs, before sliding them down my ankles.

Without any warning I felt her hands on my ankles forcefully prizing my legs apart, leaving my pussy totally exposed.

"Well I would have preferred it shaved but we can always work on that later," she said commenting on the thin covering of hair on my pubic mound. "John was right though you really are a little slut. Your pussy is soaked!"

I let out a completely involuntary moan as she sensually ran her fingers up and down my mound. I'd never been touched there by a girl before but boy did she know what she was doing!

"And if you make a sound or move a muscle from now on," she said grabbing me by the hair. "You do not want to know what the consequences will be!"

There was a moment of silence as I wondered what was about to happen to me. Blindfolded, handcuffed and bent over the kitchen whilst only wearing my bra. I don't think I'd ever felt more vulnerable in my life, but I also don't think I'd ever been this excited. My juices were running down my legs for crying out loud! It really was difficult to stay still right now. I think my whole body was shuddering, just begging for release. Oh fuck what was that? My whole body locked up and I let out a long shrill moan as something cold, ice cold ran up and down my pussy lips.

"Bad girl!" said Emma as she continued to move the ice cubes all over my pussy. "I told you not to make a sound!"

"Here these will shut her up," I heard John say. Once again I felt his hand up against my face as he pushed something soft into my mouth. Shit they were my own panties! I continued to writhe about as Emma melted the ice on my pussy, only this time my rapturous moans were silenced to a feint humming.

"For screaming out like a dirty little slut she should be punished shouldn't she?" asked Emma.

"Oh definitely," replied John. "Naughty girls need to be taught a lesson."

"Good. I think five swats should do the trick. For a first offence anyway."

She was going to whip me? Shit. I felt my whole body tense up, my every nerve ending anticipating the first blow. I hope she didn't have riding crop or anything like that.

"Hmmm let's see how you like this."

I felt her grind something softly against my slit but I couldn't quite place what it was. It felt hard and dry, not nearly as cold as the ice cubes but it also had quite a rough exterior. It felt quite nice as she ran it up and down my lips, before gently tapping up and down on my clit hood.

WHACK. All of a sudden she slammed the wooden spoon down onto my pussy, the sensation of which travelled to my every nerve ending. My screams of anguish were well muffled by my gag but I was unable to stop my legs involuntarily slamming shut.

"Bad girl! You keep your legs open when Mistress is punishing you!" cried Emma. "John tie her ankles to the table legs so she can take her punishment like the little bitch she is."

"That must be the first time she's closed her legs for anyone!" replied John with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

More forcefully than ever before I felt him grab hold of my ankles. One at a time he yanked them out to the table legs, further out than they had been before, and held them in position as he secured them in position with duct tape, completely immobilizing me.

"That should do it," he said, lightly slapping me on the bum as he moved away from me. "Now she can't even pretend she's not a total slut by closing her legs."

Once again I felt Emma move the wooden spoon onto my pussy. This time she ran it in circles around my clit hood, gradually making them smaller until all she was doing was rubbing it directly above my swollen bud. Then it came again. She smacked the spoon down on my pussy sending a searing pain through my whole body. I cried out in agony as I tried to close my legs only this time I couldn't. I was at their every whim.

"Good girl that was much better," Emma said soothingly as she went back to rubbing the spoon over my box.

Just as I was getting used to the sensation of the spoon against my folds, she sent it down my crashing towards my pussy again. Twice in quick succession. I yelped out quickly each time as the shock caused my body to writhe and try and lift itself off the table. The pain was so intense, but I also couldn't say I wasn't enjoying it a little.

"Just one more little one," said Emma. My whole body tensed up in anticipation of the blow that was impending.

Down it came crashing onto my throbbing pussy, which I assumed was now quite red from the soreness of the blows. Once again my panties stifled my yelps. They were now soaked in my own saliva as well as my pussy juice.

"Good girl," Emma said leaning over me, her lips pressing against my ear. "I bet you secretly quite enjoyed that though didn't you?" she whispered huskily in my ear.

As she moved away from me, I realised how much my body was shaking. Fuck I was so turned on. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead, as well as the juices from my pussy dripping down my inner thighs. My whole body was dying for release.

"Oh now that is crafty," I heard John say behind me. "She is going to hate you for this!"

I nervously waited for what was install for me. God I hoped it wasn't a flogger or a riding crop.

After a few seconds of silence I felt the slightest, the faintest, soft edge against the sole of my foot. As Emma moved the feather around my foot and threaded it between my toes, my whole body tensed up and I moaned loudly into my gag.

Tantalizingly slowly she eased the feather up my left ankle, causing me to continue to fight and fidget against my bonds. My shoulders were already starting to ache from being tied behind me for so long and now they were agonizing as they fully locked up. 

"Your right this is cruel," giggled Emma. "I think she is going to be hating it even more in a moment!"

Gradually she traced the feather up to the top of my ankle before ruffling it up against the back of my knee, causing me to yelp out.

"Well I guess we know whether she's ticklish now!"

She continued to move the feather up my inner thigh. My whole body was on edge as I sensed it getting closer to my dripping, begging pussy. Inch by Inch she slowly moved closer, brushing the feather over my soaked thighs. God it was so close now, I needed it so badly. Come on! Don't stop there!

"Don't think you're getting it that easily," laughed Emma. "Look at how she's squirming trying to feel it on her snatch!"

She wasn't wrong. I hadn't realised it but despite my restraints almost completely immobilizing me I was viscously gyrating my hips, desperately trying to feel the softness of the feather against my folds.

Just when I was losing hope I felt the gentlest, most wonderful sensation flick against my pussy and I erupted in my loudest, most powerful moan of the night. As quickly as I felt it it was gone though, as Emma moved the feather back down my right thigh.

"Ha look how desperate she is to cum," laughed John. "I thought she was going to explode just then!"

You're right! Oh please I don't think I've ever need to climax this badly! My whole body was coated in a thin layer of sweat now as I shook from head to toe, rocking against my bonds.

"She's like a dog in heat isn't she!" replied Emma. "Perhaps we should give her some relief."

All I could do was scream into the panties stuffed in my mouth. Yes! Please! Anything! I need it so bad!

More silence. I could just picture the pair of them standing over me, leering at my shaking frame, mocking my desperation. Suddenly I hear a clicking sound following by the unmistakable humming of a vibrator. Yes! Finally! Oh I am gonna cum so hard!

"Oh I bet your dying to feel this," said Emma as she ran the toy along my cheek.

"Yes Mistress!" I screamed desperately. If only my panties weren't stifling my cries.

"You'll have to tell me where you want to feel it though," she continued running it down my neck. "I'm not an expert with one of these. I'm not a depraved slut like you."

"One my pussy! On my pussy!" I yelled desperately. God dam this fucking gag! If only she could see my eye's she'd know how desperate I was!

"Perhaps you'd like it here," she said running the vibe along my collarbone. I could hear in her voice the delight she was taking at the situation. 

"Or maybe you'd prefer it here."

Now she had taken the vibrator and was one running it along my spine, starting at the top and slowly running down towards my ass crack. My whole body started to writhe uncontrollably again as she inched closer and closer to my pussy. Yes! Yes! Please don't stop now!

"But I think you'd really prefer it here."

After all the build-up, all the teasing, she suddenly and very deliberately rammed the vibrator into my pussy, no doubt coating it in my juices she went. Fuck this was absolutely incredible! My whole body lurched from side to side as she held the toy between my lips, desperately trying to feel the vibrations deeper into my slick box.




Natalie Submits



"What do you think she's trying to say?" asked John, obviously commenting on my muffled screams of pleasure.

"I'm not sure perhaps she's begging me to stop," said Emma teasingly. "What is it slut?"

"No! Don't stop!" I screamed into my gag. I'm so close god dam it!

"Sounds like she's asking me to stop," she continued nonchalantly. "Oh well I thought she might have enjoyed that.

"Please! No!" I yelled desperately but it was no use as the blissful vibrations moved away from my pussy.

"But then I'm sure she will like it here."

Once again without any warning, she pushed the vibrator up to my clit. Fuck yes this was it! Oh god don't move it now! I was moaning louder now than I had been at any other point. She held it firmly in place, her only movements were to slightly increase the pressure she put on my little nib. Yes so close now! This was it! Five. Four. Three.

"I think that'll do for now."

No! How could she! I don't think I'd ever felt this deflated as I heard Emma switch the vibrator off. My whole upper body slumped against the table in despondency. Three more seconds and I would have been there!

"Well you've certainly made a mess of this," Emma commented as I felt her wipe the toy along the small of my back, coating my skin with my juices as she went. "Bad slut!"

"And look at the mess on the floor," added John. "What a dirty little bitch you truly are!"

I could feel my juices so far down my legs quite frankly I wasn't surprised if some of them had accumulated on the floor.

"Let's take her upstairs," he continued. "I've had enough of teasing this slut."

With that the duct tape was harshly removed from my ankles and I was hoisted upright, before being marched out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Right lets undo those handcuffs for a little while," John said. "I want to see those tits."

It was a relief to be able to move my arms freely again after such a long time. Soon John was roughly unhooking my bra clasp, before his strong arms pulled it from my body.

"Wow just look at these," he sneered, manhandling me like a piece of meat. "These can't be bigger than a B cup but they're just perfect." I took a sharp intake of breath as he firmly ran his hand over my right breast, squeezing it seductively before taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching it hard.

"Just as I suspected," he laughed. "Absolutely rock hard!"

Shaking like a nervous wreck, I was forced down onto my knees again before my handcuffs were re-attached, my arms locked behind my back once again.

"Let's get these off her now."

Suddenly my blindfold was yanked away from my face. It took a while for my eyes to adjust as the light they had been deprived of flooded back into them but I soon realised I was knelt in the master bedroom that John and Emma had shown me when they had given me a tour of the house earlier that evening. It was certainly luxurious with a large king sized bed dominating the room whilst a very modern flat screen television hung from the wall. Meanwhile just in the corner of my eye, I could see an en-suite bathroom past a side door.

I looked up nervously at John and Emma standing before me. They looked just as composed, confident and sexy as ever whilst I was quivering wretchedly, having been teased to the brink of insanity.

"Get those panties out of her mouth as well!" John barked. "I want to see how much this slut likes to suck cock!"

Emma quickly bent over in front of me and prized open my aching jaw, removing my sodden panties and flinging them across the room. 

I looked up again to see John slowly and ominously unbuckling his belt. I knew in my heart of hearts he must have been well hung, and I was not surprised as his penis dropped out of his trousers before me. Already semi-hard, his member looked absolutely delightful. I guessed it must reach about ten inches when it was fully erect whilst his girth was already looking impressive. He was well groomed too, with a patch of trimmed pubic hair above his cock showing his masculinity whilst his nicely sized balls were completely bare of any hair.

"Like what you see do you?" he growled at me obviously seeing the way my eyes had lit up. "Show me how much want this cock slut."

On my knees I slowly edged forward, bringing my mouth within inches of his groin.

"Err no," he said putting his firm hands on my shoulders and stopping me in my tracks. "You have to beg your master if you want to taste his cock."

"Oh please Master let me suck your cock," I moaned desperately.

"Not good enough."

"Please Master. I'm such a cock sucking slut. I need to suck you so bad."

"What are you?"

"I'm a cock sucking slut Master."

"Whose cock sucking slut are you?"

"Your cock sucking slut Master."

With that he released his hand from my shoulders. With my hands tied behind my back it was difficult initially to move my head to his groin, I had to really crane my neck. Once I was there I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, from the base right up to the tip and immediately elicited a strong moan from John.

"Oh that's it," he groaned. "You really are a cock sucking slut."

Encouraged by John's moans, I continued to run my tongue up and down his cock, gradually increasing my pace. I took special attention to flick the tip of his member, and I felt his whole body lock up in ecstasy each time I did. Soon I could feel his hand on the back of my head, guiding me down towards his balls. I took them in my mouth one at a time, giving them special care and attention as I sucked on them, swirling my tongue around them. As I looked up I saw John's eyes firmly closed, his whole body tensed up in concentration.

"I didn't realise what a teasing little slut you were!" he stammered as he struggled to keep his composure.

With both John's hands now clamped firmly on the back of my head, I took his cock into my mouth. Sensually I sucked and slurped on the head before taking it out my mouth. As he re-entered my mouth I took him deeper into my mouth, my lips wrapped hard around his cock as he filled my mouth. It was absolutely divine feeling his cock grow in my mouth, and as it reached its full length I felt the head touch the back of my throat.

"Wow she looks like she's a great little cock sucker!" I heard Emma giggle from behind me.

"Oh she is," John grunted in reply. "Who would have known how hungry she is for cock!"

He was right. This was the first cock I had taken in my mouth for quite some time and certainly the biggest! I just wanted to feel it in my pussy. As my head continued to bob up and down on his cock I soon felt John's hands go from being clamped on the back of my head to forcefully grabbing hold of my hair, holding my head in place as he thrust in an out of my mouth.

"Oh yes," he gasped. "I bet you love me fucking your face you little slut!"

John quickly began to increase the intensity of his thrusts and I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat hard. Soon my eyes were streaming as I started to gag on his huge member and as his grunts loudened and quickened, I could sense his orgasm was imminent.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good," John said, himself slightly short of breath. "But I'm not done with you yet."

I gasped and spluttered for air as he withdrew his cock from mouth, my lips still connected to its head by a thin trail of saliva. Once again I was lifted off my feet before being bent over the edge of the large bed – my ass and pussy totally available. I felt the familiar force of John's powerful grip prying my legs apart and soon my ankles were secured in a spreader bar, a tightly fastened leather shackle holding each limb in place.

I started to prepare mentally for the fucking I assumed was coming. I couldn't deny I wanted to feel that cock in my still soaked pussy. It had felt so thick and long in my mouth I'm sure it would feel amazing between my folds. I just hoped he wouldn't put it in my ass though. I'd never had anything in there before; I don't think I could cope with something that big.

"I love her like that," I heard Emma say from behind me. "She's so open, so exposed. Just like a slut should be."

My eyes lit up and my jaw dropped as Emma walked in front of me. At some point she had stripped completely naked and my word she looked absolutely breath taking. She really was the complete package. Her breasts were appeared to be a large C cup and just seemed to be perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body, with no hint of sag at all and each was topped off with a delicious pink nipple. Dammit I would have done anything to have breasts like those they really were a gift from god. They combined perfectly with her narrow waist to give her a beautifully full hour glass figure whilst there was not one hint of a tan line on her gloriously bronzed skin. As I looked down towards her perfectly shaved pussy, I'm sure I could detect just a hint of moisture on her outer lips.

"Ready to lick my pussy slut?" she said as she climbed up onto the bed.

It wasn't really a question it was more of a statement. But I'd barely even kissed a girl before let alone licked their snatch dry, what the hell was I supposed to do? It was right there in front of me now, just inches from my face as she put her thighs on top of my shoulders. It looked absolutely perfect, just so well proportioned and defined in every way. A textbook pussy you could say. And I was right; I could clearly see her wetness now she was so close to my face.

"Trust me slut," the blonde said matter-of-factly. "You won't be feeling that cock in your pussy any time soon unless you get down to business here."

I didn't really have a choice did I? I wanted to feel John's cock again so badly. I could feel my pussy dripping just thinking about it.

I pushed my tongue out and ran it along her lips from top to bottom, sampling my first pussy in the process. It must have been abundantly obvious that I had never done this before, such was my indecision but even so I'm sure I heard the faintest of moans from Emma. Taking that as encouragement I repeated the motion, this time my tongue lingering a little longer on her clit though.

"That's it little one," Emma sighed rocking her head back. "You're a natural pussy licker."

As her moans began to get stronger and stronger my confidence continued to grow. The speed of my tongue work began to increase as I also started to delve a little deeper into her box, just pushing the tip of my tongue inside her pussy and lapping up her juices.

"Oh yes girl that's perfect," she moaned shrilly. I looked up and I could see her hands cupping and caressing her breasts, squeezing them tightly before pinching her delicate nipples.

I continued to lap away at her pussy, which was now dripping with wetness like my own. I tried to copy what I knew I liked having done to me and as I ran my tongue delicately in circles around her clit, I noticed a small pool of juices building up on the bed sheets below her box. Perhaps I was better at this than I thought? Soon I felt her hands clasped firmly to the back of my head pushing my face towards her pussy, forcing me devour her delicious snatch as her juices poured over my face.

"Wow looks like we might have a closet lesbian on our hands!" laughed John, who was now completely undressed. "But has she done enough to earn some cock?"

"I think she has," panted Emma as she desperately tried to regain her breath. "Would you like that?" she finished, releasing her hands from my head.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, my eyes looking up into hers, trying to show her how badly I needed to cum.

"You'll have to do better than that."

"Please Mistress," I pleaded, my whole body on edge. "Let Master John fuck me."

"Wow I've never seen someone beg to be fucked like that. You really are a dirty little thing aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied. "I need it so badly."

"What a total slut," a look of pure disgust filled her eyes. "What are you little one?"

"A submissive slut Mistress."

"Whose submissive slut?"

"Your submissive slut Mistress. I belong to you."

"Ever since I saw you eyeing us up in the restaurant I know you've been desperate for this," John whispered huskily in my ear as he lined himself behind me.

I felt an incredible rush of adrenaline as he pushed his cock hard into my folds. Fuck it felt so much better than even I could have imagined, absolutely amazing. He didn't fuck about either, within seconds he was building a steady yet fast rhythm thrusting in and out of soaked pussy.

"I didn't tell you to stop eating me slave," snapped Emma. "If you cum before I do they'll be big trouble!"

It was difficult to focus on Emma's pussy as John continued to fuck me hard. Every time I felt his hips slam into my ass I let out a long rapturous moan of ecstasy but eventually I managed to refocus my attention on her sex.

I knew I didn't have long. I didn't think I could last more than another minute without climaxing the way he was fucking me so I aggressively drove my tongue into the blonde's pussy, causing her let out a high screech of pleasure. Excruciatingly I explored her every sinew with my tongue, lapping away at every inch of her pussy whilst all the time desperately holding back the urge to orgasm myself. If my hands hadn't been secured behind my back I would have been using a finger to rub her clit, I knew that always got me off. As it was though I had to make do with allowing my tongue to do all the work.

Just as my jaw was starting to really ache, such were its exertions, Emma's hands once again found the back of my head forcing my face into my snatch. I heard her moans get louder and louder as I licked ravenously, desperately searching for that elusive orgasm.

"Oh fuck that's it slave, I'm going to cum!"

Hearing this I re-doubled my efforts, and soon I could feel her whole body squirming and convulsing in a wave of orgasmic bliss.

"Good slave," she gasped. As she regained her composure I saw her run her middle finger up and down her drenched slit, a glorious smile smattered across her face. "I think you've earned the right to an orgasm now."

I felt John grab hold of my hips and braced myself. I knew I was about to fucked like I'd never been fucked before. Oh my god this was absolutely incredible! The velocity of his thrusts rocked every nerve ending in my body and I knew it would only be seconds before I came. As my moans became louder my body started to rock back and forth, trying to feel his cock as deep inside me as possible. I looked up and saw Emma looking straight at me, smiling at my predicament. As our eyes locked I knew the moment had come, and my whole body erupted in orgasm. I started to spasm as if hit by an electric shock before collapsing in a heap on the bed, sweat dripping from my brow.

"Don't fall to sleep I'm not done with you yet," said John. With that he went into overdrive, his muscular body fucking my used pussy with a force that I'd never experienced. Gradually I felt groans get louder and louder until I sensed his own orgasm was imminent.

"Fuck that's it I'm gonna cum," he grunted as he pulled out of my pussy. After a few strokes of his throbbing cock I felt him deposit his thick load all over my ass and the small of my back. 

When I woke up the next morning I could barely remember where I was. I was lying on the sofa, completely naked still with my hands now cuffed in front of me. As the realisation of where I was came to pass I suddenly became very aware of the state my body was in. I could still taste the remnants of Emma's juices on my lips whilst I could feel John's dried seed smeared all over my behind. What a night I had had. 

My own words from the night before began to run through my head. 'I'm your submissive slut Mistress. I belong to you' Fuck did I really say that!

Groggily I got up and walked towards the kitchen, desperately searching for a key to get these dam handcuffs off with. Shit is that the time! Gone ten o' clock they must have left for work hours ago!

I walked into the kitchen and immediately saw a note stuck to the fridge door with my name at the top.

I hope you enjoyed last night as much as we did. Who could have guessed what a depraved little sex slave you could be! I think all of us are going to enjoy this little arrangement, I can already picture you playing with your little pussy dreaming of we might have in store for you! We'll be in touch!

I just stared at the note gobsmacked. What have I got myself into? God I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it!